Lust System: Sword Genius in Women's World - Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Tower Of Trials [Part 4]

‘A random reward and 100+ attribute to any stats, alright then I should get ready’

Xavier could now see the horde of monsters coming; they were undead made up of skeletons, ghouls, and zombies both large and small.

“They are undead; with my light magic, I can disintegrate them,” the elf spoke.

“Don’t worry, just focus on healing for now; if we need help, then we’ll ask,” Dragonborn spoke as he stretched his hands and began speaking.

Xavier’s heart was pounding his chest; he was nervous; no, he was afraid, not because he wasn’t strong enough to face them, but because he was already dead, and in front of him was the only chance he had at surviving.

If he failed, then it was final, his soul gone and soon forgotten; everybody back at Avalon would have assumed he was already dead, but he needed to go back; he wanted to go back; he had to go back.

He wasn’t going to let it end this way; he hadn’t done much, and he wouldn’t let his life be cut short again.

Xavier took a deep breath that surprisingly calmed his entire nerves; it was like something descended on him; he wasn’t going to give up; this was exactly what happened when he first died: he didn’t give up.

Xavier gripped his sword. The horde was getting close, and the battle had already started with long-range magic being hurled at the undead monster, but there were so many it seemed like nothing.

Xavier used the sword to nick one of his fingers a little and a single drop of blood touched the sword.

Suddenly, the sword pulsed. The faint glow of crimson veins spread through the sword, weaving patterns across the blade.

The dull steel darkened, turning jet black with streaks of red running through it like molten lava. Strange writing carved themselves into the metal, glowing faintly.

A low hum echoed in the air, resonating with Xavier’s heartbeat. The sword felt… alive. Power surged through his arm, and when it was too much, he went on his knees.

[Bloodreaver – Awakened]

‘More, I want more,’ Xavier heard the echo in his ears as he stood up; the plain, unremarkable sword had turned into something else.

To survive a situation like this, he needed a miracle, but down here, miracles were going to be hard to come by, so he chose a curse; if it could guarantee his survival, he didn’t mind, as long as he didn’t end up dying here.

Soon, the horde was too close, and it was still for close combat; Xavier held the sword tightly as his eye shone slightly red; it felt like a hunger descended on him; he needed to feed, he needed more blood, more kills, he needed more.

“This is it; let’s make it count,” Dragonborn shouted, and soon, the horde was upon them.

Xavier surged forward, the Bloodreaver humming with a pulse that matched his heartbeat.

His vision narrowed, the hunger driving his every move.

The first skeleton lunged, rusty sword raised, but Xavier’s blade sliced through its ribcage like paper. The crimson glow flared, and the bones crumbled to ash.

Another came. His body moved on instinct—duck, spin, slash. The Bloodreaver devoured the undead flesh, the runes pulsing brighter. Each strike sent shockwaves through his arm, but the power was intoxicating.

A ghoul leaped from the side, hands aimed at his neck. Xavier twisted, driving the sword upward. The blade pierced its chest, and the monster convulsed, black smoke rising as it disintegrated.

‘More’

The blade wanted more.

Zombies pressed in, rotting hands reaching for him. Xavier roared, the hunger overwhelming. A wide arc of his sword tore through three at once, the impact so forceful their bodies exploded into chunks of flesh and bone. Blood splattered across his face, but he felt nothing—just the heat, the need to keep cutting.

A skeletal warrior with a curved blade rushed him. Xavier sidestepped, parried, and then plunged the Bloodreaver into its skull. The sword sank deep. His muscles felt stronger. Faster. He could feel the weapon feeding on the essence of each kill.

The ground trembled. A massive, bloated zombie charged. Too slow. Xavier dashed forward, sliding under its sweeping arm, then slashed both hamstrings. The creature fell with a wail, and he drove the sword through its neck. The body withered, leaving only a husk.

More came. Endless. His breath was ragged, his body aching, but the Bloodreaver refused to let him stop.

‘Keep going. More blood’

The whispers echoed in his mind. The wording on the blade burned brighter. He was losing himself.@@novelr18@@

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The next wave hit—faster, stronger ghouls with glowing blue eyes. Xavier planted his feet. The Bloodreaver flared as he swung, the crimson energy arcing out from the blade, cutting down the first row in a single stroke.

Xavier wasn’t even close to the others now; they formed a circle with the elf in the center as they fought. Xavier was all on his own, but he didn’t care.

With each kill, he strayed further forward away from the group; all his mind was on was to kill and kill, nothing else.

The blade continued whispering in his ears as he continued killing; the undead were now cannon fodder to him as he slashed through their skin like paper. The sword was too powerful, but it was already taking over Xavier. He had no idea.

From the corner of the room, a figure stood, the god of death watching, his eyes only on Xavier; his lips formed a curve as he smirked; his plan had worked.

This was the reason he wanted the first wave to be creatures easy to kill. The cursed sword in Xavier’s hand grows stronger with each kill and blood absorbed, and soon it would burst out of control, killing him along with everyone here, ending the trials.

‘Humans are so easy to manipulate, I hope Veloura isn’t too angry but the soul of a champion is 10× better than any, keep it up my little Xavier’