Inside the Lamp Of Solitary Light, the air was thick with an oppressive stillness. The walls shimmered with a warm, golden hue, flickering like the soft glow of distant flames, casting shifting shadows that danced along the stone floor. Blood marred the once-pristine surface, dark pools staining the ground beneath the prisoner, a cruel reminder of past torment.
"Make your wish," Zahiris's voice rang out, smooth and merciless, his words like a velvet blade cutting through the silence. "Ask for the pain to end. Beg for it."
The prisoner's eyes were wide with terror, his veins bulging as he gasped for breath, his body trembling from the unbearable agony. "P-please... stop... the pain...!"
Zahiris leaned in, his presence suffocating, his voice a whisper that curled around the prisoner like a serpent. "Say the words, and I might grant it. Your wish for mercy, your final plea."
The prisoner's body convulsed as the roots burrowed deeper, their grip tightening like a vice. His voice broke as he stammered out his desperate wish, his mind clouded by pain. "I wish... I wish... for the pain to stop... please!"
A twisted smile curled on Zahiris's lips, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. "You only have your foolishness to thank for your suffering. But your wish is granted."
With a snap of his fingers, the roots slowly retracted, but not without leaving their marks. The prisoner collapsed, his body crumpling to the floor, gasping for air. He could barely move, his muscles too weak, his spirit broken.
Zahiris turned and began walking out of the cell, his footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence. Before exiting, he paused, glancing back with a flash of petty amusement in his eyes, as though savoring the last remnants of the prisoner's agony. With a final, dismissive glance, he turned away, heading toward the next cell.
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A few hours later, the throne room lay in silence, the only sounds being the occasional breath and the wet slurping noises that punctuated the stillness. The echoes of the grand celebration fading into the stillness of the night. The marble pillars, which had been illuminated by the flickering light of the feast, now stood as silent witnesses to the aftermath. The once-vibrant music had long since stopped, and the smell of food and incense hung in the air, a reminder of what had transpired the night before. I sat on my throne, the weight of the past day's events settling on me.
The party, well, it had been an interesting experience. The villagers, or rather my new subjects, didn't quite know how to react. The food, the music, the sudden shift in their lives—it was a lot to process. They were still adjusting, their hearts conflicted. But, still, I had given them something new, a fresh start in the form of these grand homes. Spacious, beautiful homes. I'd watched them as they wandered around the new streets, still bewildered, but there was no denying the awe in their eyes. I had granted them comfort, a life they could never have dreamed of before. Surely, that would be enough for now.
I had sent them to their new homes, where they could begin their lives anew. The houses stood tall, with lush gardens and winding paths. A far cry from the humble beginnings they had known. The villagers would learn to live here, I knew it. The change would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. Some would take longer to accept than others, but the foundation had been laid.
Then there was Yasin, the boy who had set everything in motion. I had promised him a wish, he had asked me for something so simple, yet so delightfully childish. "I want to be like you," and I had given him a gift. It wasn't just any gift, though. I had granted him power, but not all at once. His abilities would grow over time, a slow and steady evolution. He could manipulate non-living things, shape them, bend them to his will. But only within the limits of his power, and only as he grew stronger. It would be a challenge for him, but he would learn. He had potential, and I would guide him, train him. He would become an apprentice of sorts—someone to take my place when I eventually moved on. A future ruler, in a way.
My mind wandered as I looked at the interface in front of me. The quest log had updated, a reminder of my progress in this world. There was still more to do, but I was getting closer. Slowly but surely, I would shape this world, molding it into something of my own design. The numbers on the screen were just a small part of the journey, but they still felt like a reminder of the tasks ahead.
[Points: 12] [Tickets: 0] [Crystal Rank Valuation: D8] [CP: 23]
[Build] [App] [Captives] [Drawbacks]
[Main Quest: Beginner]
[Difficulty: Low]
[Time Limit: None]
Enslave fifty natives and prove Mother right for birthing you. (23/50)
Quest Reward: Capture Points (x100), Home World Return Ticket (x1), World Return Tickets (x10)
[Side Quest: Hope of the Lost] (complete)
[Difficulty: Low]
[Time Limit: 1 Week]
[A group of wanderers has stumbled upon your lamp, witnessing a shooting star firsthand. Instead of keeping the wish for themselves, they wish to bring it to their elder in hopes of making a wish to change their small community's fate.]
Reward their purity: Grant three wishes each under the full moon. (4/4)
Quest Reward: Bloodline Enhancement Ticket (x1), Capture Points (x10) (claim)
"If I click claim, would the Bloodline Enhancement Ticket be used instantly or would it be stored somewhere?" I asked as I looked down at the woman licking the sides of my member; her saliva coated its length.
"No, it would be placed in the temporary inventory icon, like all received quest items, till it's used or has expired." A bronze-skinned woman said while locking eyes with him, "Is that all, Enslaver, Zahiris al-Miraj?" she asked.
"No, continue sucking," I said as I leaned back and began enjoying her tongue beginning to glide up the base of my cock. "That's it."
Without hesitation, I clicked the "Claim" button.
The moment I did, the panel shifted. The side quest dissappeared, and the tickets icon went up one digit, while the capture points went up by ten. But as the interface said a inventory icon now appeared next to the Drawbacks.
[Points: 12] [Tickets: 1] [Crystal Rank Valuation: D8] [CP: 33]
[Build] [App] [Captives] [Drawbacks] [Inventory]
[Main Quest: Beginner]
[Difficulty: Low]
[Time Limit: None]
Enslave fifty natives and prove Mother right for birthing you. (23/50)
Quest Reward: Capture Points (x100), Home World Return Ticket (x1), World Return Tickets (x10)
I clicked on the inventory icon and the panel changed again.
[Points: 12] [Tickets: 1] [Crystal Rank Valuation: D8] [CP: 33]
[Build] [App] [Captives] [Drawbacks] [[Inventory]]
The moment I clicked on the Inventory icon, the panel shifted once more, revealing the ticket I had acquired. A small, glowing icon appeared next to the Bloodline Enhancement Ticket, along with a description that matched the typical format for quest rewards.
Bloodline Enhancement Ticket (x1) (Use)
[Description: A ticket that enhances your bloodline, granting new abilities or powers. Can be used at any time. (Expiration : 06:00:00:56)
I stared at the expiration timer. 06:00:00:54. The numbers ticked down slowly, but something about it didn't urge me to act right away. I felt no real urgency, no need to rush. The ticket was still there, waiting for me whenever I decided it was the right time.
I had other matters on my mind—things that felt more pressing in the moment. Enhancing my bloodline could wait. For now, I let the timer continue its countdown, indifferent to it. Instead, I turned my focus downwards at the woman in between my thighs.
I grabbed the woman by her hair—fisting it tightly—and pulled her off my cock with a sharp tug.
"No more teasing," I growled.
Her eyes widened slightly at my sudden roughness but quickly regained their submissive gleam.
"Yes, Enslaver," she breathed.
I released my grip on her hair and commanded, "Stand up."
She obeyed instantly—her body moving fluidly as she rose to her feet.
"Turn around and face away from me," I ordered next.
Again—she complied without hesitation—her back now facing me.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," I growled.
Her body bent at the waist until her hands reached her ankles—her ass now presented to me perfectly.
"Good girl,"
I praised as I stood up and grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back towards me. My cock slid easily into her wet pussy—her body now accustomed to its size.
"Try your best to please me," I commanded. As I began to thrust into her welcoming hole.
I gripped her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to pound into her from behind. Her moans filled the room—each one spurring me on further.
Her pussy was tight—a perfect fit around my cock—and wet enough that I slid in and out with ease. The sensation was incredible—her inner walls clenching around me as if trying to pull me deeper.
I could feel every ridge and contour of her pussy—each one sending jolts of pleasure through me with every thrust.
The sound of our bodies coming together echoed around us—the wet slap of skin on skin punctuated by her gasps and moans.
I could feel the pressure building inside me—my balls tightening with each thrust—but I wasn't ready to come yet. Not until I had filled this little slut's cunt completely.
So with a growl, I fucked her harder—deeper—until her body was screaming in ecstasy.
I could feel her body tensing—her inner walls clamping down around me as she neared orgasm. But I wasn't ready for this to be over yet.
"Not yet," I growled, pulling out of her suddenly. Her body whimpered in protest— still trembling with unspent desire—but she didn't dare disobey me.
I snapped my fingers—magically sending her sprawled upside down on my throne.
"Open your mouth," I commanded—and again—she obeyed without hesitation.
I grabbed my cock—which was slick with both our juices—and fed it to her slowly inch by inch until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag slightly, but she still took more till I reached balls deep inside.
Her eyes watered as she looked up at me silently pleadingly—but there was no mercy in my gaze, only lust.
I began to fuck her mouth—using it just like I had used her pussy—pounding in and out of it with abandon.
Her hands gripped the the armrests of my throne—her knuckles turning white with effort—but still, she took it all.
I could feel the pleasure building again—and this time, I didn't hold back. With a final thrust, came hard—my cock pulsing as I filled her mouth with my seed.
She swallowed every drop—her throat working to take it all down as she looked up at me with those big doe eyes.
When I finally pulled out of her mouth—she gasped for air—her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
I looked down at her—this creature who had been born from nothing but magic and my own desires—and felt a sense of satisfaction wash through me.
This was power—the kind that no mortal could ever truly understand or wield properly.
But for now—for this moment—I reveled in it.
"Yasin," I said, my voice light and teasing, like a parent gently scolding a child who had gotten into mischief. "Hadn't your parents told you not to peek into adult affairs?"
I let the words linger in the air, as though the reprimand was nothing more than a playful nudge, but the underlying intent was unmistakable. My gaze shifted away from the interface—its puppet form now sprawled upside down—and fell upon the grand doors leading into the throne room.
The sound of the heavy doors creaked open, and in stepped Yasin, his face a little red as he looked up at me with wide eyes. He hesitated for a moment before stepping further into the room, his hands clasped in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Mister Zahiris al-Miraj," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly, "I didn't mean to peek on you two."
His words were rushed, as if he was afraid to make the situation worse, and his gaze darted nervously between the floor and my own eyes. I couldn't help but notice the hint of embarrassment on his face, his cheeks flushed in a way that made him look younger than he was.
I raised an eyebrow and studied him for a moment, watching the young boy fidget under my gaze. There was a slight sense of amusement bubbling within me, though I kept it concealed beneath a mask of calm.
"You really shouldn't be spying, Yasin," I said, my tone still light, but with an edge of mock severity. "It's not the way of a proper apprentice."
He bowed deeply, his head almost touching the floor, and mumbled an apology once more.
"I... I didn't mean... ," he added, voice trembling.
I could see that he was genuinely sorry, but the truth was, there was no real need for him to apologize. In a way, I was amused by his innocent guilt. This world was different from the one I had come from, but it was clear that Yasin, despite his actions, was still just a boy.
"Well," I said after a pause, my voice softer now, "just make sure it doesn't happen again. You're still learning, after all."
Yasin nodded vigorously, his face a mixture of relief and embarrassment as he straightened up. He's eye's shot a quick, glance at the woman behind me, who, despite the awkwardness, seemed unfazed by his intrusion.
With a final quick bow, Yasin backed away, looking almost as if he was about to flee the room, but I stopped him with a single word.
"Stay," I said, my voice carrying authority despite its calmness. I snapped my fingers, the woman's body, sprawled behind me, instantly disintegrating and contorting in a grotesque unraveling. Her flesh split open like parchment torn by unseen hands, the layers of skin peeling back with unnerving precision, revealing the delicate structure beneath. Organs, once pulsing with life, disintegrated in a grotesque cascade—ribbons of viscera splattering across the room, each drop of blood catching the light in surreal flashes of crimson.
As her body crumbled, the bones began to dissolve into thin strips, snapping apart as though they were nothing more than delicate twine. But at the core of the unraveling chaos, an eerie, off-colored crystal skull—like the clear, fractured heart of a long-dead relic—emerged from the disintegration, gleaming with unnatural brilliance. It hovered for a brief moment, casting a sickly glow in the dim light, before it too dissolved into nothingness, vanishing like smoke in the wind.
The rest of her skeletal remains followed in rapid succession, disintegrating into ribbons of bone, until nothing was left but the faint scent of something distinctly human lingering in the air.
Yasin paused, clearly caught off guard. He turned back to face me, his posture stiff.
"I think it's time we discuss your future," I continued, leaning back in my throne, my fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. "You've earned it, haven't you?"