Diablo II: Devastation 0-2

Character Introductions

: Wu Fan: Male protagonist, transmigrator, Druid

. Dog and Geff: Level 11 Barbarian. 2.5-meter-tall bald giant

Ral: Level 12 Paladin. Linya: A middle-aged man with a short beard and crew cut

. Edel. Sprefer: One of Wu Fan's wives, a witch, sixteen or seventeen years old, green-haired and busty

. Lisa: Ral's wife, gentle yet cunning.

Sarah: Ral's daughter, the protagonist's first wife. Appears as a twelve or thirteen-year-old
girl with the mindset of an eight or nine-year-old.

Veras: A barmaid in Vitas Village, the protagonist's second wife, fifteen or sixteen years old, an innocent and shy
girl who likes to dress in a black dress with a white apron.

Sharna: The strongest Amazon in the Rogue Encampment. Level 23 Amazon at the time of appearance. Proud and known as the Queen.

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Prologue: The Battlefield

. This is the front line between Heaven and Hell. Countless angels and demons clashed on the battlefield,
their blood soaking in the golden blood of angels and the black blood of demons, reeking of sulfur.

For millennia, the fierce battle between angels and demons had never ceased.

At one end of the battlefield, surrounded by countless angels,
stood a towering angel, nearly five meters tall, as handsome as a marble statue, leaning on a massive sword engulfed in flames. He solemnly gazed at the distant battlefield,
six pairs of enormous, sky-covering wings of fire slowly fluttering behind him.

He was Michael, the vice-ruler of Heaven, the Fiery Angel, commander of the angelic legion.

Michael's gaze pierced the distance, fixing on a newly arrived enemy on the demonic side.

It was a stunningly beautiful female angel; her wings were neither the pure white of angels nor
the jet black of fallen angels, but a deep blue like a beautiful night sky.

The moment the female angel appeared, the battlefield seemed to fall silent. In a fleeting moment, a full moon hung in the sky
, casting its cool light downwards.

Any angel touched by the full moon's light was instantly enveloped in frost, their frozen bodies
shattered by the demons.

"Lisa, the Dark Moon Angel…you who once imparted knowledge to Moses…have you fallen too?"
Beside Michael, a gentle male angel with six pairs of wings, whose wings occasionally rippled with watery light,
watched Lisa mercilessly slaughter the angels and sighed sadly.

"Gabriel, after Lisa's fall, she is no longer our companion. The best way to remember her is
to let her perish completely." Uriel, the Judgement Angel, clad in heavy armor as imposing as the earth, finished speaking, then flapped his
six pairs of wings and coldly charged into the battlefield.

"Isn't this Uriel? Weren't you busy judging the souls of sinners in Heaven, too busy to even fart?
How come you have time to wander around here?" From the demons' ranks, a gigantic crocodile-man stood upright, charging towards
Uriel. Wherever he passed, the angelic legions, who had been fighting side-by-side, reversed their weapons, aiming at
their comrades who had been desperately protecting them just moments before, and began a frenzied battle.

"Envy-inducing Grand Prince Leviathan… you've actually come in person? Do you intend to start the final battle?" Uriel
swung his greatsword, clashing head-on with Leviathan's crocodile tail. A massive shockwave emanated from
the point of contact between the sword and the tail, spreading outwards like a Category 12 hurricane,
scattering the angels and demons fighting around Uriel and Leviathan.

"As one of the four archangels of the angelic legion, haven't you also joined the fray? Why can't I?"

Leviathan, in his crocodile form, had a surprisingly pleasant voice, magnetic yet tinged with a cynical air.

"The Dark Moon Angel Lisa has fallen, and as the Archangel, I have a duty to make her fall." Uriel's solemn and resonant
voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

Lisa, busy slaughtering angels in the distance, managed to flick Uriel the middle finger.

"Huh? Make Lisa fall? She's one of us from Hell now, I won't let you bully
her." A frivolous young male voice, like that of a libertine, rang out from the demon army.

Wherever the young man's voice reached, the demon army seemed to be injected with aphrodisiacs; the naked demons' genitals
hardened, their attacks instantly intensifying. Some demons even disregarded the battlefield, embracing
wounded female angels and raping them on the spot.

"The Vengeful Prince Asmodeus?" Standing in the center of the angelic legion, Michael, whose expression had remained unchanged
, couldn't help but show a hint of apprehension.

Since Beelzebub, the most powerful of the seven lords of Hell, was severely wounded in battle against the Supreme Father,
the army of Hell, apart from the fallen angel legion led by Lucifer, the
Lord of Pride, was almost entirely under the control of Asmodeus, the Lord of Lust and Prince of Vengeance. Therefore, Asmodeus also held the title of King of Hell.

Unlike angels, the devils do not have a clear hierarchy; rather, might makes right. To become a lord of Hell and gain the blessing of
original sin, one must have climbed over countless corpses. Asmodeus was able to overpower
the other four lords besides Beelzebub and Lucifer. Even Michael, the Fiery Angel commander of the angelic legions, dared not say he could definitely
defeat Asmodeus.

"Uriel couldn't break through Leviathan's barrier, and now even Asmodeus has appeared. The situation is not optimistic,"

Michael said calmly, watching Uriel and Leviathan creating explosions on the battlefield.

“But the glory of angels must not be profaned.” Michael closed his eyes and prayed for a moment, then raised his hand and drew a
longsword from the void, its blade smeared with a layer of golden divine blood. Faint hymns echoed as the sword was drawn, reverberating in
the ears of every angel.

“This is a God-Slaying Sword bestowed by the Supreme Father, smeared with the blood of the Messiah, powerful enough to kill Lisa
with a single blow.” Michael handed the God-Slaying Sword to Gabriel beside him.

“Raphael’s element is wind, governing healing and protection, incompatible with the God-Slaying Sword. I must guard against the unpredictable
Lord of the Flies and cannot intervene. Now, only you, wielding the Horn of Judgment, are truly suited to wield
the God-Slaying Sword. Gabriel, take the God-Slaying Sword and send Lisa to her death. This is what we, as former companions, have vowed to do.”
"Her best memory is of her fallen self."

"Alas..." Gabriel sighed deeply, accepting the God-Slaying Sword from Michael. His gentle, water-like
aura gradually faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent like an unyielding iceberg. His
emotionless, icy eyes suddenly contracted, transforming into a bolt of lightning as he hurtled towards Lisa.

The highest-ranking Seraphim, wielding the horn of doomsday judgment, the Angel of Death, Gabriel, had struck!

Wherever Gabriel passed, a layer of icy frost rose from the demons battling the angels; weaker
demons were instantly frozen into ice sculptures. Transforming into a shower of ice flowers, the powerful demon, though spared,
was frozen and sluggish. The surrounding angels

swarmed forward, hacking the slowed demon to pieces. Gabriel, transformed into lightning, made no attempt to dodge, charging straight at Leviathan who stood in Lisa's way.
Leviathan's scales, impenetrable even by Uriel's greatsword, melted like butter before the God-Slayer Sword, silently
piercing its body. With a cry of pain, Gabriel passed through the
hole in Leviathan's body and thrust his sword at Lisa.

"Gabriel, how dare you!" Amidst a deafening roar,
a handsome young man in his early twenties, dressed in a tailcoat and exuding a nonchalant air, suddenly appeared before Lisa. His feet were, in fact, chicken claws.

The Lord of Hell, the Vengeful Prince Asmodeus, had personally intervened to intercept Gabriel's assassination attempt.

Asmodeus raised his hand, layers upon layers of dark light shields blocked the path of the God-Slaying Sword. Within these shields,
it seemed as if countless naked men and women were entwined in passionate intercourse, their lascivious moans echoing throughout the battlefield
.

The God-Slaying Sword, with unstoppable force, pierced through the layers of light shields, and with its remaining momentum, pierced Asmodeus's
palm before finally exhausting its last vestige of divine power. The sword, blocked behind Asmodeus... Lisa was only wounded in one wing by the Godslayer
Sword, but her life was not in danger.

The Godslayer Sword, now stained with the blood of two Sin Lords and a Fallen Angel, was no longer its original holiness; it was now
tainted with lewdness, jealousy, and a faint sense of confusion… a strong aura of corruption emanated from its blade.

In the clash between the Godslayer Sword, driven by Gabriel's divine power, and Asmodeus's power, the stable
spatial structure of the angel-demon battlefield was torn open, revealing an endless void on the other side.

The terrifying recoil from the attack cracked Gabriel's hand, and the Godslayer Sword, its hilt stained with Gabriel's angelic blood,
flew from his grasp and shot into the void.

In the void, a strange… The three-tiered pagoda-structured world flashed by. Both angels and demons
discovered that this strange world consisted of a bottom-level real world, a second-level world projected from the real world, and a third-
level projected world projected from the second-level projected world. Apart from the bottom-level real
world, the spatial structure of the second and third-level projected worlds was incredibly fragile, especially the third-level projected world
. Even a lowly angel or demon could easily shatter this fragile space.

The pagoda world stood in front of the God-Slaying Sword, and under the watchful eyes of numerous angels and demons, the God-Slaying Sword tumbled
and fell into the pagoda world.

Seeing the pagoda world... The four archangels all wore expressions of subtle, indescribable tension.

Michael, the Fiery Archangel, was as black as the bottom of a pot. Raphael, the Radiant Archangel with a beautiful, youthful profile,
looked as if he'd been constipated for a hundred years, his face contorted in agony.
Uriel, the Judgement Archangel, locked in fierce combat with Leviathan, simply used his ultimate attack to force Leviathan back, glaring at the Pagoda World as if he'd seen his father's killer before flying
away.

As for Gabriel, the Death Archangel at the forefront, he could no longer maintain his cold, indifferent killing intent,
letting out a long sigh, unable to bear the sight, and flew back into the angelic ranks.

Asmodeus didn't stop Gabriel, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the Pagoda World with a suppressed, amused
expression.

"What's going on here?" "Leviathan, who only ascended to the position of Sin Lord in the last tens of thousands of years, couldn't understand why the four
archangels all had such subtle expressions. The giant crocodile shrank into a
handsome middle-aged man with a small mustache and a venomous snake coiled around his arm, staring blankly at the pagoda world in the void, completely bewildered
.

"That world was the first world created by our 'dear' Supreme Father,"
Asmodeus, one of the oldest demons in Hell, knew many secrets and, seeing Leviathan's confused expression, offered an explanation
.

As soon as Asmodeus spoke, the four archangels' fierce gazes all turned to him. Asmodeus
seemed oblivious, continuing mockingly, "Our 'dear' Supreme Father created that world,
but didn't even construct a complete set of laws governing life for it… and the result… hahaha…"

Asmodeus burst into laughter.

"The result?" "Leviathan still didn't understand what was so funny.

"It turns out that not long ago, the Time and Space Administration under the Xiling Empire, while inspecting the Void World, discovered that world,
our 'dear' Supreme Father... Hahaha... Our 'dear' Supreme Father
was sentenced to 30,000 years of imprisonment for manufacturing counterfeit goods... He's still locked up in that little dark room... Hahaha..." Asmodeus,
completely lacking in decorum, clutched his stomach and lay on the ground, pounding the earth with his hands.

"Cough cough..." Leviathan choked, completely losing his composure.

"Asmodeus, don't talk nonsense. That world is called the Dark World, a prison where our Lord displayed his vast divine power and
imprisoned demons. The great demons Baal and Diablo were both imprisoned by our Lord in the Dark World's jail." "

Michael said with a stern face.

"Your lord has been locked up in a dark room~" Asmodeus added sarcastically.

"Archangel Tyrael led a tribe of angels to guard the Dark World, and was commanded by the Lord to lead
the natives of the Dark World to wear down the power of the demons. When the power of the demons is exhausted, it will be the day these sinners are beheaded."

Michael's voice was solemn and majestic, as if he were recounting the great achievements of the Supreme Father.

"Your lord has been locked up in a dark room~" Lisa's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and she said cutely.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and continued,

“Countless natives of the Dark World, chanting the name of the Lord, upholding the Lord’s way, awaiting the call to fight for the Lord…

”

“Your Lord is locked up in a dark room~” Leviathan added in time.

“…” Michael couldn’t continue, coldly glancing at the battlefield.

The angels who were struggling to suppress their laughter on the battlefield put on serious faces and feigned indignation, but the demons were not
so accommodating, laughing wildly.

“Hmph!” Michael snorted coldly, a faint flame flashing on his body, enveloping
the front line where angels and demons were fighting.

The angels enveloped in the flames seemed to have taken a stimulant, their fighting power increasing out of nowhere, and they resumed their fierce battle with the demons
.

“The Sword of Godslayer has been tainted by the blood of original sin…” Michael’s expression was filled with worry.

“The laws of the Dark World are too fragile, I’m afraid they cannot resist the contamination of the blood of original sin.” Uriel
said, looking at the Dark World in the void.

“Without the High Father’s permission, we cannot enter the Dark World, nor can we send
messages to warn it. Now we can only hope that Tyrael can discover the situation before the world is corrupted by Original Sin and
annihilate it in time. Otherwise…” Gabriel worriedly expressed his concern for his people in the Dark World.

“Otherwise, the natives of the Dark World will become increasingly lewd and jealous. As the natives fall, the world
will gradually descend into hell, and finally…” Raphael interjected.

“Finally, the Daedric Prince Baal will be able to escape.” Michael concluded. “It seems we’ve been tricked.”

In the demon camp, Lisa flew around Asmodeus, asking him with great interest:
“Lord Asmodeus, was the sword that stabbed us really just a coincidence that fell into the Dark World?”

“Guess!” Asmodeus replied with a mysterious smile.

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Chapter 1, The Transmigrated Otaku

A chill ran through my body, making me shudder, and I slowly opened my eyes. Before me
lay a dark, gloomy sky, and a fine drizzle fell from the endless black clouds,
chilling me to the bone.

I stared dumbfounded at this bizarre world, desperately trying to remember how I'd gotten here
.

My name is Wu Fan, 23 years old, a recent graduate from a third-rate university, living a life of unemployment and staying home as
a shut-in.

What was I doing last night?

Oh, right, I was masturbating to a video on my computer of naked women playing with demons, and that
incredibly slutty woman in the video, licking a man's anus, was my
girlfriend of several years.

We met in our freshman year of college, and after we became a couple, I doted on her, saving
my breakfast money and going hungry to buy her designer bags.

I always thought I loved her, and she loved me too. I even planned to propose to her after graduating from university. But then
, just before graduation, a rich and handsome guy on campus took his computer to a repair shop.
After fixing it, the repairman found several very explicit and lewd videos on his computer. Without exception
, the male lead in all the videos was the rich and handsome guy himself, but there were several women in them. It seemed like the videos
were being filmed by cameras while

the rich and handsome guy was having sex with the women. In the spirit of sharing, the repairman uploaded the videos to a pornographic
website for everyone to enjoy, and the rich and handsome guy instantly became famous.

Along with him, the women he slept with also became famous.

Among the women who slept with the rich and handsome guy in the videos, the one who acted the most lewd was my
girlfriend of several years.

It wasn't until the videos spread that I saw the recording amidst the pity of my friends.

In the video, my girlfriend not only let the rich and handsome guy fuck her vagina and anus, but she also shamelessly licked his penis and anus
, and finally drank his urine. Judging from her practiced movements, it was clear this wasn't her first time
. Judging

from the video's recording time, I remember it was her birthday. I had booked
a candlelight dinner, hoping to spend a romantic evening with her, but she said she had something to do and refused my
invitation.

I never imagined her so-called "something to do" was actually letting the rich and handsome guy fuck her like a bitch.

I even forgot to break up with her, avoiding her every day, and graduated in a daze.

After graduation, I didn't even look for a job, staying in my rented room playing games all day to kill time, pretending nothing
had happened.

After that, I developed a bad habit: every time I masturbated, I would watch
a video of a rich, handsome guy having sex with my girlfriend, watching her in the video and ejaculating amidst the excruciating pain and strange stimulation.

Yesterday, I watched the video of the rich, handsome guy having sex with my girlfriend and masturbated, then fell into a daze.
When I woke up, I found myself inexplicably in this desolate grassland.

What happened?

Just as I was completely confused, a swaying figure appeared in the distance.

I excitedly ran towards it, then fled back as if my pants were on fire.

Damn it, it was a zombie!

Had I been transported to the Resident Evil world?

In the Resident Evil world, I wondered if I would have a chance to see Alice, that wild and beautiful girl
?

Terrified, my mind raced with wild thoughts.

But for some reason, the first scene that popped into my mind wasn't Alice's heroic rampage,
but rather Alice being captured by Umbrella, gang-raped by soldiers, becoming pregnant, and ultimately reduced to
a breeding machine for Umbrella's T-virus.

Movies are movies, after all; in the real world, if Alice were captured by Umbrella, this could very well happen.
"That kind of thing..." I thought to myself.

Then... I passed out.

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I thought I was going to become zombie food, but luckily, when I woke up, Uncle Ral and
the Doug and Geff brothers had saved me.

Uncle Ral was a handsome, middle-aged man with a short mustache and a buzz cut, while the Doug and Geff brothers were bald,
burly men over two meters tall.

From Uncle Ral, I learned that he was a level 12 Paladin, while the Doug brothers were level 11 Barbarians
.

The world I was in wasn't the Resident Evil world, but the Diablo
world, which was a million times worse!

Fortunately, I was a Druid, one of the seven classes in Diablo, and not
an ordinary person helpless in the face of such a dangerous world.

With the help of Uncle Ral and the others, I gradually became familiar with combat, from initially fleeing at the sight of a single zombie to
handling several zombies with ease.

After a day of fighting, Uncle Ral pitched his tent that evening, and we all sat around the campfire, laughing and listening
to Doug's boasting, which relieved the tension and fatigue of the day.

Just as Doug was bragging about punching Baal and kicking Diablo, a shooting star streaked across the sky. But
... why did the shooting star fall towards our campfire?!

I screamed and pointed at the sky, Doug's loud boasting stopped abruptly, and Uncle Ral, Griff, and I stared
dumbfounded at the shooting star getting closer and closer to us.

"Boom!"

A small mushroom cloud rose from our campfire.

In the instant the shooting star fell, I felt as if a long sword had pierced my head.

The mushroom cloud dissipated, and I remained in the position of screaming, staring dumbfounded at my barbarian brothers opposite me.

The meteor's impact was surprisingly weak; aside from extinguishing the campfire,
it didn't even damage the tent two meters away. However… *poof*

—perhaps because the meteor hit the fire and splattered ash, Doug and Griff, except for their bright
white teeth, now looked almost completely blended into the night, so black that even their savage tattoos were invisible. They looked
like two black uncles who had just crossed over from the African savanna.

Uncle Ral, standing next to the "savage" black brothers, hadn't escaped the same fate either, having also become African citizens along with the Doug brothers.
His dark complexion and bright, bewildered eyes blinked inexplicably, creating a comical effect.

Wait, did I also become an African citizen?

I quickly raised my hand; thankfully, my hand was still a normal skin color.

Relieved, I pointed at Uncle Ral and the others and burst into laughter.

"Damn it, Wu, why are you the only one alright!" Doug viciously rubbed my head.

I pretended to cry out in pain, playfully wrestling with Doug.

Actually, something had changed about me too; silently,
the title "Redeemer" appeared after my Druid class name.

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Three days later, Uncle Ral brought me back to the Rogue Encampment.

That shooting star seemed to have something special about it; after Uncle Ral and the others turned black, the black color never
faded, and even now, they still looked like African uncles.

At the Rogue Encampment, I met Elder Akara, the actual supreme leader of the camp, for the first time, and
learned from him about the dark world's three factions: angels, demons, and humans. I also met a
tall, beautiful barbarian named Chasi, who was even taller than me. But the most noteworthy thing was meeting a pure
and innocent-looking, large-breasted beauty named Linya at the tavern.

Unlike me, a transmigrated, fake classmate, Linya was already a witch at eighteen—a
true genius.

Perhaps because we were about the same age and both had recently changed jobs, Linya had no
wariness towards me, a stranger. She unknowingly launched into a tirade, her voice tinged with a childlike whimsy: "Those ugly Fallen
Ones! They danced those weird dances! Getting slashed by those blades hurt so much! And those disgusting rotting corpses! At
first, I didn't even dare look at them. But when I finally mustered the courage to attack with my eyes closed, I got hit a few times and
almost died! Luckily, someone from my family secretly intervened and saved me. And those bristly rats!
They were so incredibly cunning! They hid in the bushes and
shot arrows from behind, hitting my butt so many times! It hurt so much!"

She seemed to harbor deep resentment towards her training.

Linya's adorable, innocent demeanor was almost unfairly cute; I felt like I was falling in love with her.

After complaining to me for a full half hour, Linya finally realized she had unknowingly leaned against me.
The little girl belatedly felt shy, swaying and spinning around a few times before suddenly
darting outside like a startled field mouse, disappearing without a trace.

Finally, I found two pieces of equipment in the storage box in the Rogue Encampment square that shouldn't have been there.

The Amulet of Destruction of Lust: Increases

all skill levels by (0) through observing the lewd behavior of women you know, up to a maximum of +7 to all skill levels; increases critical hit rate by (0) through absorbing jealousy
; increases critical hit rate by (10 x jealousy amount)%; increases experience percentage by (0%) through observing the lewd behavior of women you know
, up to a maximum of +300% experience.

? ? ? ? Sword of the Sword: Damage: 1089-1546; Equipment Requirements: Lustful Heart; 100% chance to inflict
Level 31 Frozen Orb on attack; 100% chance to inflict Level 31 Heaven's Fist on attack; 100% chance to inflict
Level 31 Poison Nova on attack…

Can anyone tell me what these two items are?

First, the small amulet: observing the lewd behavior of women you know and feeling jealous… What kind of ridiculous requirement is that
? Could it be…?

I can't help but recall the video of my girlfriend of several years licking the anus of a rich and handsome guy before I transmigrated,
and then…

Under my bewildered gaze, the first ability of the little amulet,
which increased all skill levels by 0 (0) through observing the lewd behavior of women I knew, slowly turned into 1; the second ability changed to
increasing critical hit rate by absorbing the jealousy generated (1); and increasing critical hit rate by (10x1)%; the third ability changed to
increasing experience percentage (10%) the more lewd behavior of women I saw I knew.

Is this little amulet a cuckold's amulet? I was so frustrated that I wanted to smash the damn amulet to pieces,
but seeing the words "+7 all skill levels," I couldn't help but put the little amulet
back into my inventory.

"At least I've added one skill level now..." I thought sullenly.

As for that question mark sword, I always felt it resembled the longsword that pierced my head when the meteor fell that day
. If this bugged sword were usable, I could take down Balthus and Diablo in a heartbeat. But that
inexplicable "Heart of Lust" equipment requirement reduced it to a mere ornament. Heaven knows
what "Heart of Lust" even is!

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With the help of the Green Hat Amulet, I quickly leveled up to level 2 and gained a skill point.

Elemental, Summoning, Polymorph—which tree should I choose as my initial skill?

Elemental consumes too much mana, so it's out. That leaves Summoning and Polymorph.

Werewolf transformation allows for both offense and escape, summoning crows provides both harassment and attack, and Venomous Vine can both poison and attack—
all are good skills. Which one should I choose?

Examining the skill bar floating in mid-air, my thoughts uncontrollably drifted off to the ends of the earth.

As I watched the werewolf transformation skill, a lewd scene flashed through my mind: I used
the werewolf transformation, becoming a majestic giant wolf, rushing to Linya's side, tearing her clothes off in a few bites,
pinning her to the ground, making her bend over, and inserting my fiery red wolf whip into Linya's vagina,
while Uncle Ral and the barbarian brothers watched this bestiality show...

When I shifted my gaze to summoning crows, another blood-
pumping scene involuntarily appeared in my mind. I controlled a crow to fly into a hotel room. Inside, a naked Linya lay on the bed
. A burly man I didn't recognize had her legs hoisted onto his shoulders, his thick, long penis thrusting in and out of her vagina
, his lower abdomen slamming violently against her body, producing loud slapping
sounds that could be heard throughout the entire hotel…

I embarrassingly realized that, fueled by my wild, outrageous fantasies, my own penis had uncontrollably
hardened. So I quickly shifted my gaze to the next skill.

Venomous Vine… If I chose this skill… would the vine suddenly go out of control? For example, when Linya and I
reunited, just as Linya was cutely flirting with me, the Venomous Vine suddenly became uncontrollably wrapped around her, its venom
corroding her clothes and binding her in a turtle shell-like position… Then, to my helpless gaze,
the Venomous Vine twisted and burrowed into Linya's anus, finally emerging from her mouth…

Speaking of which, the Venomous Vine in the game really is uncontrollable by the player…

When I came to my senses, I had already added my newly acquired skill points to the Venomous Vine.

Me: “…”

Damn it!

Fortunately, although the Venomous Vine is uncontrollable, it's still quite useful for fighting monsters.

By the time I reached level 4, I could already sense the emotions of the Venomous Vine. As for skills,
I learned Werewolf Transformation and the Transformation Technique to Extend Transformation.

The night I learned Werewolf Transformation, I had another ambiguous erotic dream, dreaming that the werewolf I transformed into…
pinned Linya down and ravaged her wantonly.

After waking up, I felt ashamed of my perverted thoughts for a long time. I spent day and night killing monsters in the evil cave
until I could no longer think of anything erotic when I used my werewolf transformation.

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Back at the long-lost Rogue Encampment, I slept soundly for a long time. When I woke up, Doug dragged me to the archery
training ground to practice shooting. There I encountered a female Amazon with explosive power, like a female panther—I later
learned from Doug that her name was Sharna. Her golden hair was as dazzling as a glittering galaxy, gently tied with a simple rope
and hanging down to her waist. Although she looked a bit unruly, she was surprisingly easy to talk to.
When practicing archery, she was amused by my arrows that were way off the target, causing her to miss the target herself. I really don't know
why the Doug brothers were so afraid of her.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always felt that the Doug brothers had become even darker. Their skin color was practically
invisible at night, and their eyes seemed to have a faint red glow.

The next day, Doug led me to Uncle Larr's house. I was surprised to find that this weathered old man
had a beautiful, mature wife, Lisa, who looked to be in her early twenties, and an incredibly cute daughter, Sarah.

However… pfft! The stunningly beautiful Aunt Lisa standing next to Uncle Larr, a naturalized African, created a truly
comical "Beauty and the Beast" effect.

Uncle Larr's daughter, Sarah, was already thirteen years old, but her mind was only that of an eight or nine-year-old—incredibly childish
. Uncle Larr always felt guilty for neglecting his daughter.

This time, Uncle Larr and his group were preparing to assassinate the Countess, and before leaving, he wanted to entrust his beloved daughter, Sarah, to me. Hearing Sarah sweetly call me "Big Brother," my tenderness for the little girl was overflowing, and I gave Uncle Larr
a stern lecture . He should cherish his own daughter! What kind of person would entrust her to someone else so casually? Thinking I'd successfully persuaded Uncle Ral, I completely failed to notice that when he mentioned entrusting Sarah to me, the deep shadows and struggle in his eyes seemed to intensify after my verbal attack, while the struggle lessened considerably, and the red light in his eyes became even more pronounced… "Ral…" Having successfully persuaded him, I sat down smugly, but suddenly remembered something very important , and weakly called out again.

"Um, what is it?"

"You just said you'd entrust Sarah to me, does that still stand?" I asked hesitantly, feeling embarrassed.

"What?"

"Please allow me to call you Father-in-law!"

"Get lost..." Uncle Ral immediately went berserk.

The atmosphere at Uncle Ral's house became cheerful. At first, I felt that something was different about Uncle Ral, but what exactly
was wrong?

*********

After drinking Aunt Lisa's homemade ale, I, who couldn't hold my liquor, was the first to get completely drunk and crawl
under the table to sleep soundly.

When I passed out, Doug was pouring liquor into his mouth from a large cup as big as a large bowl. I don't know how long I slept, but I was in a daze, my body lying awkwardly, and I could hear some strange noises

in my ears . A faint whimper; a series of slapping sounds; heavy breathing; a splashing sound like something being plunged into water ; and the sobbing of a little girl who seemed to be struggling to breathe… I barely opened my eyes a crack, and the sight before me made my heart skip a beat. Three or four meters away on a deckchair, Geff lay naked, holding Aunt Lisa in his arms. Aunt Lisa, facing me, sat on Geff, naked as he was. Her hands were bound behind her back with her clothes, and a pair of clearly men's underwear was stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Geff's large penis was surprisingly inserted into Aunt Lisa's anus. Although she already had a thirteen-year-old daughter, Aunt Lisa looked only twenty-five or twenty-six . Standing next to the barbarian brothers, she appeared even younger than them. Now, sitting on Geff, who was over two meters tall, she looked as small as a child. Geff's already thick penis thrust in and out of Aunt Lisa's anus, which surprised me greatly. Aunt Lisa's anus could be stretched so wide that even Geff's penis, almost as thick as little Sarah's arm, could fit inside. Sitting on Geff's penis with her anus, Aunt Lisa faced me, her legs spread apart and resting on the armrests of the recliner. Geff lifted her buttocks, causing them to rise and fall . His ridiculously large penis thrust in and out of her anus with each movement. With each thrust of Geff's penis, Aunt Lisa's full breasts swayed and bounced up and down. Because her legs were on the armrests, the area between her legs was exposed, which I could clearly see from under the table. Clumps of pubic hair, sticky and matted with vaginal fluid, clung to Aunt Lisa's mons pubis. Her swollen labia were parted, barely able to withstand the abuse, revealing a vagina with a small opening like a baby's mouth. A thin, glistening liquid flowed from Aunt Lisa's vagina, stretching into a silvery line under gravity, running down her anus to the large penis thrusting inside her, providing lubrication for its penetration. The mess of Aunt Lisa's vulva clearly indicated that her vagina had recently been penetrated and hadn't yet closed. Just as I was staring blankly at Aunt Lisa being penetrated by Geff, another strong, tall, naked man, swaying his dark, shiny penis, walked over. It was Doug, the boastful one and the most like-minded member of Uncle Lars's trio . "Finished peeing?" the taciturn Geff asked in a muffled voice. "Hehe, all done!" Doug's big cock twitched as he chuckled. I always thought that when Doug and the others were hit by the meteor, only the parts exposed outside their clothes turned black. Now, seeing their naked bodies, I realized that their entire bodies had turned pitch black , even their cocks, which were as black as coal. "Why bother going out to pee? Just pee in your sister-in-law's mouth!" Griff's big hand, which was holding Aunt Lisa's buttocks , moved down, and his cock plunged all the way into Aunt Lisa's anus, making her groan. "Anyway, Lar has already entrusted his sister-in-law to us. There's plenty of time ahead. If we play too hard now and ruin her, we won't have time to play later!" Doug walked to the recliner, rubbed his cock against Aunt Lisa's labia , dipped it in her vaginal fluid, and then thrust it into her vagina with a "plop." "Ugh..." As the penis was pulled out of her anus, her vagina was filled with another. With the penis finally pulled out of her vagina, her anus was stuffed full again. Pinned down by Doug and Griff, Aunt Lisa struggled uncontrollably, but with her mouth stuffed with either Doug's or Griff's underwear, she couldn't speak. She could only whimper, a mixture of pain and pleasure, while shaking her head—this was the only resistance she could offer. Both Doug and Griff had a chilling, dark red in their eyes, like dried blood. I barely managed to open my eyes and watch for a while as two tall, burly savages simultaneously penetrated Aunt Lisa's vagina and anus, listening to the rhythmic slapping sounds of the brothers' thrusts. My alcohol-numbed body regained a little feeling. I felt my face was wet; water droplets kept falling onto my face, running down my cheeks and into my mouth. My numb tongue couldn't taste the water, but I could vaguely feel the sticky, slippery liquid flowing into my mouth, like... the feel of lubricant used when masturbating before crossing over. Wasn't I... under the table? How could water droplets be on my face? Was it alcohol? Using all my strength, I turned my numb body, barely managing to roll from my side to my back. What I saw made me forget to breathe. Lying on the table was a little girl with her bare bottom exposed; her upper body was on the table, her lower body protruding off, her soft, white bottom facing my head.

From a glimpse of pink hair peeking out from the corner of the table, I immediately recognized the
girl lying on the table above my head. It was Uncle Ral's daughter, little Sarah.

Her legs, barely thicker than Doug's arm, were hoisted onto the shoulders of a dark-skinned man, whose
dark, gleaming penis was thrusting in and out of her tender vagina.

The meteor that fell that day created three "Africans," two of whom were having sex with Aunt Lisa. So,
whose dark penis was now thrusting into little Sarah's vagina? It was obvious.

Uncle Ral, the Uncle Ral who spoke of his daughter with such tenderness, was actually
raping his thirteen-year-old daughter! In Uncle Ral's eyes, a chilling red light also shone.

Little Sarah hadn't grown pubic hair yet; her smooth, white mons pubis was still tender and immature, with traces of blood clinging to it. Her two
fleshy labia, like small steamed buns, were stretched open by a thick, black penis.
Under the relentless friction of the dark penis, they became engorged and swollen, looking like two translucent, tender red crystals.

Uncle Ral stood naked beside the table, his daughter's two bare legs hoisted onto his shoulders,
his large, dark penis thrusting violently into little Sarah's vagina.

Little Sarah's engorged, glistening labia tightly gripped her father's penis, coated
with a layer of glistening, lubricating vaginal fluid, making the thrusting even easier.

*********

Lal's penis, while not quite as thick and long as the barbarian brothers',
was still far too large for little Sarah. Inserted into her vagina, it stretched the little girl's labia until they were rounded.
There was almost no gap between Sarah's swollen, red labia and her father's penis; I had no
doubt that this thick, long penis had stretched Sarah's vagina to its limit,
filling the little girl's vagina completely.

Sarah seemed to have no strength left to struggle, slumped on the table, letting her father's penis
thrust in and out of her virgin vagina. Each time Uncle Lal's large penis plunged deep into Sarah's vagina, she
would let out a weak sob, occasionally mixed with an involuntary moan.

"Lal, weren't you going to entrust little Sarah to Wu? How come you're enjoying her yourself?" While
thrusting his hips in and out of Lisa's vagina and kneading her full breasts, Doug asked breathlessly.

"Wu... he also advised me... that you should cherish your own daughter! Huff~"
Each thrust of Uncle Lal's was accompanied by a loud "smack," his large scrotum slapping against his daughter's smooth
little buttocks, making her delicate, white bottom undulate like waves.

"Anyway... Sarah's vagina won't break, so I'll fuck her a few more times until it's a little softer...

then let her marry Wu... huff huff~ maybe... Wu will even thank me for helping him cultivate his wife's vagina
...

" Uncle Lal's voice was still his usual magnetic, handsome voice, but it sounded
strangely wicked and lewd, unlike anything he'd ever heard before.

Although little Sarah was only thirteen, after being raped by Uncle Ral for so long, she seemed to experience some pleasure.
Each time Uncle Ral's penis entered Sarah's vagina, it would splash up a
misty spray, like a pestle pounding into a puddle.

When Uncle Ral's penis withdrew from his daughter's vagina, it would always bring out a sticky, lustful fluid.
The fluid would accumulate on Uncle Ral's penis, stretching into a silvery thread under gravity, eventually dripping
onto my face.

Before I woke up, I didn't know how much of Sarah's fluid had dripped onto my face to make it feel wet
.

"Oh, oh, oh~ Lar, that's a great idea!" Doug yelled. "When Wu's not around,
lend me your precious daughter for a couple of days, and I'll help Wu loosen up Sarah's little pussy!"

"Sure, no need for formalities between brothers~" Lar readily agreed. "As long as you don't mind that Lisa is too
young and not fully developed."

"Hehe~" Gerf, who had been fucking Lisa's ass, chuckled lewdly.

"Gerf, what are you laughing at?" Doug thrust hard into Lisa's vagina twice, as if
greeting Gerf's cock inside Lisa's ass.

"I was thinking... after Doug helps little Sarah loosen up her pussy, and then little Sarah marries Wu... hehe
... when Wu and little Sarah have sex, when his cock goes into little Sarah's pussy, can little Sarah feel it?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, then Doug and Lar burst into laughter.

As everyone knows, among the seven classes in Diablo, only the Amazon has no males.
The Druid's physical attributes are only slightly better than the Wizard and Warlock
, who rely on their intellect. The Barbarian, on the other hand, is the strongest of all classes. The Barbarian's large penis is common knowledge in Diablo;
comparing one's penis to a Barbarian's is definitely an insult to one's pride.

Therefore, Barbarians in Diablo often only marry other Barbarian women, because
few women outside of Barbarians can withstand the Barbarian's frighteningly large penis.

While Griff's words were a joke, they did reflect a possible scenario:
Sarah's vagina, after being dilated by Griff's large penis, would likely be very loose.

“Hmm… Wu does have a way of letting little Sarah know he’s put his cock inside her…” Doug
said, shaking his head as he fucked Lisa. “The answer is simple: Wu just needs to transform into a werewolf or a bear, and little Sarah
will feel his cock~ Hahaha…”

“Hahaha… Doug, are you making my daughter have bestiality with Wu?” Uncle Ral shoved his cock all the way into his daughter
’s vagina, rubbing it in circles against little Sarah’s tender vaginal flesh, and laughed at Doug. “But this is one way.
I’ll suggest it to Wu after Sarah marries him.”

“Ugh… Daddy, don’t move… Sarah… Sarah’s peeing place is so swollen… It feels so strange
… Ah… I peed… Waaaah…” The tender vaginal flesh was being rubbed and pressed hard by her father’s big cock.
An uncontrollable, strange feeling surged through the exhausted Sarah, giving her a renewed burst of strength. The little girl struggled, and with
a scream, she experienced her first orgasm.

As Sarah screamed, her labia, still sucking on her father's large penis, opened and closed rapidly,
spurting a large gush of thick, sticky fluid from between them.

The little girl had been brought to orgasm by her own father!

Along with the sticky fluid, a glistening golden liquid gushed from the little girl's vagina , which
was still sucking on his penis, arcing through the air, some splashing onto me, some flowing into my mouth.

As my sense of taste returned slightly, I vaguely tasted Sarah's fluid in my mouth—salty, with
a faint fragrance. The following urine was warm, with a slightly pungent odor, but I didn't find it offensive
.

"Hehe... Lal, Wu's always away at the Rogue Encampment, it's such
a waste for the three of us to just fuck little Sarah. Why don't we take her to Paradise Bar? It's the biggest brothel in the Rogue Encampment.
When Wu's not around, Sarah can work as a prostitute there. That way, her little pussy won't be wasted
, and she can supplement the family income through prostitution. What do you think? Not a bad idea, right?" Geff,
panting, suggested as he fucked Lisa's asshole with loud slapping sounds.

"Hmm..." Uncle Lal, overwhelmed by his daughter's gushing juices, couldn't help but ejaculate too. He
tightly plugged his daughter's vaginal opening with his penis and gave Geff a thumbs up.

"Great idea! Geff, I'm entrusting my daughter's prostitution to you!"

The lewd scene before me twisted into a bizarre nightmare. Unable to keep my eyelids open, I drifted off
to sleep again.

When I woke up in the deckchair, it was already dusk. Aunt Lisa was squatting by the campfire,
carefully roasting fragrant meat. Uncle Ral and the Doug brothers sat beside her, waiting to eat.

Aunt Lisa, Uncle Ral, and the Doug brothers were all neatly dressed, looking nothing like they had ever
been intimate.

Beside me, little Sarah, wearing a pure white dress, clung to me like a koala
, fast asleep.

Everything was so warm and peaceful, as if everything I saw in my drunken, half-awake state was just a dream.

Was what I saw really a dream?

It must be because I haven't masturbated in so long, and I'm still affected by that damned green hat amulet, to have such
an absurd erotic dream!

I sat up, deliberately ignoring the faint smell of urine on my clothes, and hugged little Sarah
as I shouted to Uncle Ral, "Ral, you're just going to dump your daughter on me like this?"

"Hehe, I've already entrusted Sarah to you, Wu. Now it's too late for you to regret it!" Uncle Ral
waved his hand and said to me.

Tch, you two dumped her on me yourselves. Don't blame me for "eating" little Sarah later. In my
world, there's such a thing as a child bride. This little girl is still young, but her angelic looks
and charm are already irresistible. What will she be like when she grows up? It would be a waste not to take her in. She's still young, so
there's no need to talk about love now. It's okay, I'll train her slowly.

Thinking of this, I picked up the little girl who was clinging to me, and let her sit on my lap,
freeing my right hand. The little girl was so light, as delicate and nimble as a cloud, as cool and soft as water.

When I picked her up, I didn't notice that her skirt was wet around her bottom.
When she sat on me, the sticky, white fluid flowing between her legs was
silently absorbed by my absorbent cotton pants. I didn't even realize that the little girl in my arms had wet my pants. Lovingly, I
held the light and soft little girl and told her the fairy tale "The Little Mermaid."

During dinner, when Aunt Lisa brought me the roast meat, I thought I saw that her eyes were a little red,
as if she had been crying. There seemed to be a reflection of liquid on the inside of her thighs, but my attention was
drawn to the delicious roast meat, and I didn't ask what was wrong.

After a hearty meal and drinks, little Sarah didn't want to leave me. She pulled my leg over as a pillow and gently fell asleep.
Then Sari carried her back to the room, and Ral followed suit. I claimed the lounge chair in the yard and
drifted off to sleep.

As for the Doug brothers? Who cares? Let them come inside and fight with Uncle Ral and his family for a bed!

Haha~

The alcohol hadn't completely worn off, and my head was still a little dizzy. I occupied the lounge chair, looked at the barbarian brothers' angry expressions as they had nowhere to sleep
, laughed arrogantly three times, slumped into the chair, and fell asleep instantly.

In the middle of the night, as I groggily turned over, I glanced around the yard. I didn't see Doug and Gerf , but I could faintly hear a series of slapping sounds and the little girl's intermittent moans
coming from the house . *********

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