Chapter 36 - All types of people.

  It was an oppressive darkness where I sat, completely isoted. Pain surged through me, an incessant agony that ignited my nerves like fire, fueling my growing anger at everything.

  I awoke abruptly, clutching my chest and gasping for breath, my heart hammering and sweat pooling in the sheets beneath me.

  "Another nightmare," I realized, recognizing the dimly lit surroundings of my room. Ever since the 'light punishment', which was essentially torture, I had been pgued by these dreams.

  After my confrontation with the hydra, we had returned to base where I awaited my punishment, confined to my room. The verdict arrived a few days ter: twenty days in the Obsidian Cell. It was a pce where some of the guys were sent when they did something especially stupid, usually just for a night or a couple of days.

  They always joked about it upon their return, so I hadn't given it much thought. However, having endured it myself, I can attest that it was a profoundly harrowing experience.

  The cell was a pitch-bck, soundless chamber that inflicted a constant, fiery pain on my nerves, forcing me to remain awake and acutely aware of the engulfing void.

  The pain was intense, but it wasn’t just the physical discomfort that gnawed at me. I had grown accustomed to pain and knew the exact duration of the punishment, even though it felt like two years rather than just two weeks.

  Worse, was the crushing isotion in the darkness that eclipsed the pain. However, what truly consumed my thoughts wasn't that but the unjust nature of my punishment. If I had believed it was deserved, perhaps I could have come to terms with it. But I couldn’t. I had saved my friends and I would do it again.

  That bitch of a commander, meanwhile, continued her life as if nothing had happened. My only regret from that day was not throwing her at the hydra; if I was going to be tortured, I should have at least done something to justify it.

  Her father approached me upon my release, apologizing and thanking me for saving his daughter, offering some weak excuse about her youth. His words only fueled my anger, emphasizing her feelings over the lives she nearly cost.

  After his lengthy oration, he promoted me to Special Squad Commander, acknowledging my actions with the privilege to select my own team. I immediately chose my squadmates, who had supported me throughout, even when they couldn’t always show it openly.

  When I returned to the dorms, the air was filled with cheers. The guys congratuted me, marveling at how I managed to escape with merely a sp on the wrist after assaulting a commanding officer, joking that she must have fallen for me.

  Despite the lively atmosphere, I couldn’t share in their joy. Looking around, I was reminded of how abnormal everyone was. They ughed off the horrors of the cell and treated the hellish sers as if they were mere thrown pillows. Even the near-death experience didn't seem to faze them—it wasn’t naive invincibility; they truly understood but remained unbothered.

  No one here could grasp what it was like for me, not just in this pce but in this world. Even my sisters, despite their efforts, couldn’t understand. They’ve both not flinched when killing or self-maiming, while treating me like the odd one for my reluctance.

  Standing amidst the celebrations, I felt like the only human among monsters masquerading in human skins. Even though I knew it wasn’t true, that feeling lingered heavily with me that day.

  Shaking my head, I forced myself to stand. Lying here all day would accomplish nothing, and I was determined not to spiral into depression like when I first arrived.

  My squad and I were currently in Zogthar, an octave. With my recent promotion, I gained the ability to leave the base where we were stationed and I was appointed as a special commander in the military. This role allows me to be assigned missions, but since I hadn't signed the official contract, I wasn't bound by the same restrictions or entitled to the same benefits as the others.

  I would avoid signing any more contracts if possible. I had only skimmed the two I signed, having been assured that all contracts here were inherently fair and banced. However, after witnessing the reactions around me, I realized that fairness was not determined by mutual agreement, but solely by the whims of the goddess who enforced these contracts. This was a stark reminder of why I should not just trust them, especially if she is anything like the stupid goddess who brought me here.

  My current mission involved transporting supplies to this octave—areas with natural barriers that protected against monster spawns and attacks. Octaves vary in size due to their inherent protections, and many races that trade with the city reside within them. They also serve as natural rest stops for travelers moving between cities or venturing into unexplored zones.

  The military regurly secures these routes, making them retively safe. Initially, I thought supplies could be teleported, but I learned that teleportation becomes exponentially more complex and taxing over long distances.

  Fast travel points do exist, but only the elves maintain a somewhat functional network. The combination of Blessings required to establish one occurs only once every couple of million years, and setting one up properly takes thousands of years. Moreover, these points are incredibly sensitive and can be easily disrupted once established.

  I finish dressing in my standard uniform—woven shirt, pants, shoes, and headgear—while lost in thought, then head out from the small military dorms into town. Looking up, I see the early morning sky beginning to lighten. I got more sleep than I expected, though it hardly feels like it; I'm still tired and drained.

  Gncing down at my map, I locate my destination and start walking through the quiet town. One useful feature I discovered is that any relevant information is automatically recorded onto my map when another is handed to me, making navigation, especially in the forest, considerably easier.

  I also invested 3,000 points to upgrade my map to Tier 3—Tier 2 cost 1,000 points and the subsequent upgrade was 2,000 points; the next would cost 5,000. I opted for additional safety, given my now regur treks through the forest, especially since Yuno’s massive boost to her affection left me with more than twice the usual points.

  [1_Yuno - 42k]

  [Map Tier 2: Map radius has increased. Unlocked Alert System.]

  [Alert System - Your map will alert you to important details, the details shown are based on your Observe stat.]

  [Map Tier 3: Map radius has increased. Unlocked Overview.]

  [Overview - You can zoom in on your map for a real-time view of the area; skills can be used from your map, albeit with diminished effectiveness.]

  The map seemed like the best way to add some additional safety now that my Love Points had inexplicably reset to zero. The only other change I noticed was in Love Land, which dispyed a +2 next to the tier but still required 1,000 points to level up. Additionally, I was back in debt, with a notice suggesting I contact my bank if I suspected fraudulent activity.

  I sighed, feeling the weight of my lost efforts. I had worked so hard for those points, and it seemed unlikely I'd amass that many again. Just when I thought I was secure for the foreseeable future, everything was snatched away. It felt like an ass pull; I at least wanted to understand what had happened to my points. And how was I supposed to call my bank from here?

  Engrossed in my grievances, I arrived at my destination, a medium-sized building near the town center. Its rge red and white roof, patched numerous times, showed various shades of red. The walls, peppered with holes, only had the rger ones covered. It blended seamlessly with the rest of the town’s poorly repaired structures.

  Stepping inside, time froze.

  “Date starto!”

  “Hello, you there?” I called out. I hadn't heard from my system since she appeared halfway through my ordeal, which ended in me unfairly shing out at her. After getting away from the constant turmoil, I realized I had been both harsh and stupid. I owed her thanks; without her intervention, my friends would likely be dead.

  Her presence, even if not physical, would also have been a great comfort. If I had been able to access Love Land, perhaps I could have found some soce too, but the contract unfortunately blocked that path.

  I'm sure if Alice were there, she would have given me a good thump on the head and called me an idiot. I smiled at the thought before shaking it off. Dwelling on them would only intensify my longing to go home. After waiting another minute without a response, I checked the system information before allowing time to resume.

  [A small town date]

  [Target: Snaga of Zogthar]

  Upon entering, I noted the disarray: the half-broken front desk was a cluttered mess with papers strewn everywhere and fresh wood shavings scattered about. Some of the shelves behind it were also damaged.

  Cleaning up the broken pieces was a rge, green-skinned girl, towering a few feet above me. She had well-defined muscles trailing down her back that led to a full, barely-concealed behind, covered only by a tunic she wore loosely over herself. As she moved, her smaller breasts would occasionally slip from beneath her clothing, and even when they fell back into pce, her abs remained visibly defined. My gaze trailed further down to reveal a thick, bck bush of pubic hair covering the rest.

  “Hello and welcome, I will…” Her voice trailed off as she slowly turned to face me. She wore a small pair of reading gsses perched atop her pudgy nose, framed by rge tusks that covered half her face.

  As she caught sight of me, she froze, her eyes widening. Her gsses nearly slipped off her nose, and her tusks seemed to jut out aggressively.

  “Oh Goddesses, it’s The Smiling Angel,” she excimed, running over, lowering her head to my level and cpping her hands together in front of her. “What brings someone like you to a nowhere pce like this?”

  Taken aback by her proximity and the incongruity of her fierce appearance with her cute demeanor, I hesitated. “Um, I’m here to drop off the scheduled supplies.”

  It took her a moment to understand, but once she did, her face contorted slightly and she snorted. “Right, you city boys join the military as adults, what a strange tradition. This way, please.” She grasped my arm and led me briskly through the store to a rge open area in the back.

  ‘She’s incredibly strong,’ I thought, struggling futilely to loosen her grip.

  "Just pce it here," she instructed, releasing me and gesturing broadly across the empty room.

  After shaking my arm to restore circution, I opened my inventory and allowed a cluster of stone-like boxes to tumble out, quickly filling the room. Gncing over, I noticed she wasn’t really paying attention to the supplies; instead, her gaze was fixed on my face.

  "Hmm, you don't look so happy. You look much better with a smile—and a colr, it really brings out your eyes," she commented after observing me for a while.

  "It's nothing, just a bit stressed," I replied, deliberately ignoring her comment about the colr. If I ever wear one again, it would be too soon.

  "Why don’t I show you around town? It might help you rex and forget your troubles. You city boys usually stay a few days, right? You should have time," she suggested, hope in her voice as she nervously shuffled her foot back and forth on the ground. It was an oddly delicate gesture for someone so rge and muscur.

  Sure, it’s a date.Sorry, I’m busy.How about you relieve my stress in a more fun way?[Name: Snaga of ZogtharLevel: ???Affection: 300 [+44 Fangirl]Occupation: Military Collections Officer for 122 years.Has only missed one Cupid City tournament since her birth.]

  I initially saw no reason to accept her invitation. 'Even if I wanted her card, she's already over 100,' I thought. But then I caught myself spiraling into negativity again. 'Should I just go back and... what? Mope all day? Pine for home?'

  "Sure, it’s a date," I said, choosing the more proactive option. I would probably have forced myself out anyway, so I might as well accompany her and find a distraction. She looked ecstatic at my response, her tunic swaying back and forth. I quickly dismissed the notion that my decision was influenced by her outfit, which shifted tantalizingly as she moved.

  "Marri," she bellowed so loudly I thought my eardrums might burst. Her foot hit the ground with such force that the entire building seemed to tremble. "Wake up and get in here!"

  A moment ter, a sleepy, disheveled, naked green goblin girl stumbled into the room.

  She shared the orc girl's green skin, hairy pubic bush, and small breasts, but in a smaller, less muscur package. For a moment, my thoughts drifted to what it would be like to have a dozen of her cover me head to toe, before I shook my head clear of the distraction.

  “What?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

  “It’s time to pay me back for covering for you. Have all this inventoried by tonight,” the orc girl said, pointing to the towering stack of stone boxes that dwarfed her and was several times taller than the smaller girl.

  “But,” the small girl began, only to be cut off as the orc lifted her by the head, bringing their faces close together with a scrunched expression.

  “No buts, I have a date,” she decred, nodding toward me.

  The smaller goblin followed her gesture, gncing over at me for the first time. Her expression transformed into one of surprise. “Is that?”

  The orc girl grinned widely, her teeth bared in what might look to an outsider like a prelude to a feast.

  The goblin tried to nod in understanding, but her attempt merely caused her to swing back and forth within the orc’s unyielding grip. “Then we're even after this?”

  “Deal,” the rger girl decred before dropping her and hurrying over to my side. She grabbed my arm and pulled me briskly toward the front of the building.

  “A date with the Smiling Angel, I can’t believe it,” she beamed at me, her face alight with excitement. “Where should we go first?”

  "Weren't you the one who said you were going to show me around?" I asked. My knowledge of this pce was minimal, limited to the brief overview provided before our departure. The school within the city offered general csses about octaves and what to expect, but each octave was so uniquely different that comprehensive learning would require multiple sessions—and even then, the information might be outdated by the time you visited. They mostly covered the races living nearby and the typical interactions one might expect from each.

  Orcs, for example, tended to be headstrong and direct, often embracing a 'might makes right' mentality. While this wasn't universally true, it served as a useful guideline for interacting with them.

  The girl's face lit up with a sudden realization as she stomped her foot into the ground, leaving a noticeable hole. Her mouth hung open as she excimed, "I know just the pce to turn your mood around, and they should be open by now."

  Once again seizing my arm, she thudded through town, people swiftly moving aside to clear a path for her. We arrived at a modest stand where a long-nosed goblin girl was arranging various papers on the short counter in front of her.

  The orc girl started to speak but halted upon seeing my highly annoyed expression.

  "Stop dragging me," I said sharply, looking up into her face. She immediately released me, her rge frame visibly recoiling. Her foot hit the ground, shifting back and forth uneasily.

  "Sorry," she apologized, and I took a deep breath, trying to regain feeling in my arm. I realized I was misdirecting my frustration at someone who meant no harm; I knew orcs were naturally physical.

  Calming myself, I decided not to spoil what was meant to be a distraction. I forced a smile and said, "I can’t really enjoy seeing the town if you drag me from point to point."

  "Right! I’m so stupid, we should take our time. I need to make this st!" she excimed, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head.

  "So what is this pce?" I asked, gesturing toward the stand.

  "This is a taste testing stand. Mii has the Blessing of Taste and can recreate many exotic fvors that would be impossible for even those with extraordinary culinary Blessing. Some rulers even summon her to demonstrate her abilities to their chefs," she expined, pushing her slipping gsses back up her nose.

  "Why hasn't she settled in a city?" I asked, intrigued by her talent, knowing that anyone with such skills could command a high price for her creations.

  "I'm still here because there's no pce like home. So, what would you like to taste today?" the woman asked the orc girl, evidently accustomed to her early arrivals.

  "Give us two Infinite Delights," the orc girl excimed, her fists punching the air with enthusiasm.

  "Here you go, just give it a lick," she said, handing me a small piece of paper while giving another to Snaga, her eyes flicking to me with a sly smile.

  [Infinite Delight - Created by a tier 11 Blessing, combining all the sweet foods she has encountered in her millennia of travel.]

  The paper looked unassuming, and its description backed up what I was told. Also, considering her millennia of existence, she might be the oldest person I've encountered here. As Snaga pressed the paper to her tongue, her eyes lit up, and she began dancing joyously, a deep hum of pleasure escaping her lips.

  I tentatively brought the paper to my tongue, and immediately, a burst of sweet fvors overwhelmed me. I tasted every candy I had ever eaten and more, all at once. The fvors seemed to burst into reality, the surroundings swirling into a crescendo of colors and scents that enhanced the taste.

  As the sensation subsided, I realized I was lying on the green girl's p, off to the side in the now bustling shop, as she continued to delight in tasting more papers.

  “How long was I out of it?” I asked, noticing the world still shimmered more brightly than usual, though far less intensely than before.

  “We’re just into the second half of the day,” she replied. That meant about six hours had passed.

  “Looks like I wasted a lot of time,” I remarked, surprised the date was still ongoing. I had thought there was some kind of timer, given the information I'd received earlier. ‘Maybe this didn't count for some reason.’

  “No, if anything, thank you!” she said, looking down at me with a blush. I hoped I hadn't done anything embarrassing while I was out. The rush from the fvors had been so intense, I felt like I would have passed out if not for that stupid achievement keeping me awake.

  “I think one of those is enough,” I said, noticing how she continued to lick at the papers as casually as someone might eat chips.

  She started to reach for me again but stopped herself. “Right, let’s go see the mountain lifting.”

  I got up and let her lead the way. As we walked, she gave me a rundown of what the town was like on a daily basis, and I shared details about my life in the city. She found it peculiar how so many people could live so closely together. “If the orcs here tried that, an endless brawl would break out until only a few remained,” she mused.

  We arrived at the mountain lifting area, where men gathered to see who could lift the heaviest weights. The centerpiece was said to weigh as much as the dwarven mountain range.

  Once we arrived, Snaga dashed forward and delivered a swift kick to a rge orc, sending him tumbling away from the weights he was struggling to lift. She then grinned at me and hoisted the weight effortlessly with one arm.

  [40,000 metric tons]

  I almost excimed aloud upon seeing the weight. 'What the hell!'

  Noticing me looking, she sheepishly set the weight down and stomped her foot on the ground, which, this time, had no effect.

  Her casual dispy of strength made me seriously consider making room for her card in my collection. It seemed impusible that she could lift so much based solely on her tier. From my observations, people here are about five to ten times stronger than those on Earth at tier 1, and gain about 20% to 50% more strength with each subsequent tier. This is complicated by factors like racial mix or even the current year, as people grow stronger in the year of their primary goddess.

  "Would you like to try? I'm sure you could lift the mountain if you tried," she offered, but I shook my head. If I weren't traveling for the rest of the year, or if it were close to New Year's, I might have been tempted to use my 'Charm Her Pants Off' just to see what would happen.

  "I would rather not," I responded, and although she looked disappointed, she understood. She then took me to a few more pces. One was a public body paint stand where different orc girls showcased the test designs. I found myself thoroughly engrossed there and had to make a concerted effort to pull myself away.

  The weapon yard, where each chief's weapon was stored with honor after his death in battle, was our next stop. Snaga knew all their stories by heart and answered every question I had.

  Next was the pit, where young orcs challenged their elders. A leaderboard outside listed the rankings of everyone in the octave, from weakest to strongest. Snaga proudly pointed out her position as ninth, which would make her the most eligible bachelorette around, if her somewhat off-putting personality hadn't deterred other orcs.

  As the day shifted well into the third part, around the 26th or 27th hour, we paused at an open stand for drinks.

  Suddenly, a loud crash diverted my attention. I turned to see a rge orc male attacking an even rger orc female. The fight quickly escated, damaging the surrounding area. Snaga, engrossed in her drink, continued to regale me with stories of past tournaments and those in other cities, seemingly oblivious to the conflict.

  I watched in dismay as the male orc gained the upper hand, smming the female into the ground with such force that she ceased to move. He then roared triumphantly, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her away.

  In this octave, any male could challenge a female who was at least two tiers above him. If he won, she was considered his to do as he pleased, a brutal local custom akin to their form of a marriage ceremony.

  Watching the ordeal was deeply unsettling, and it completely ruined my appetite. I considered intervening, but knew that would only lead to a confrontation with the chief and a military reprimand for disrupting local customs.

  "Come on, let's go," I said to Snaga, who looked puzzled as she continued to enjoy her drink. Observing the indifferent crowd, some even cheering, I felt utterly out of pce.

  I stood and walked away without waiting for her response, but before I could clear the damaged area, a cry from above halted me. Looking up, I saw a rapidly descending pink blob. As it neared, I recognized it as a human girl and caught her just in time.

  ‘How could you grab a lovely and devoted girl like me? Please rip off your arms and legs now and anytime in the future you think about me.’ The soft, sweet, and loving voice echoed in my head, one I immediately recognized.

  Her pouty face looked up at me and then pushed away slightly, only to soften into a smile as she recognized me and buried her face in my chest.

  “Oh, hubby, I am so happy to see you,” she said, her finger tracing my abs before looking up at me with tearful eyes. “Your little wifey is being bullied.”

  A rge green orc crashed to the ground in front of us, his angry gre fixed on the girl in my arms.

  “This man said he was going to do so many horrible things to your little innocent wifey,” she said, adopting the tone of an innocent child.

  “Don't give me that. You stole my artifact! I will be taking you back along with it,” he retorted, pounding his chest, reigniting my earlier irritation.

  “I only asked to borrow it, and you agreed! Can you believe this, hubby? What a horrible man. If only all men were as great and just as my hubby,” she quipped, sneakily sticking her tongue out at the orc, which only fueled his anger further.

  'I’m in the mood to be petty today,' I thought, spotting an ideal target for my frustration—a situation where my actions would be justified. But before I could respond, loud music interrupted us. Initially, I feared it was the system signaling a boss fight until I noticed others also searching for the source.

  "Enough! I can no longer stand idle and witness this festering injustice! It cws at the very fabric of the cosmos, demanding retribution!" a small girl in a red dress shouted as she pushed her way through the crowd. Her outfit was simple yet striking—a rge red hat complemented her dress. Bandages, partially unwound, draped from her body, and an eye patch embzoned with a skull and crossbones covered her left eye.

  [Name: Kurayami no Hime (Princess of Darkness)Level: ??? [??? Demon of Darkness]Affection: 17Shrouded in the velvety cloak of eternal night, the Princess of Darkness, known as Kurayami no Hime, reigns from her obsidian throne in the shadow realm. Born under the eclipse of a blood moon, her eye shimmers with the cold luminescence of distant stars, piercing through the souls of the unjust.]

  "The dark demon fme, it festers within the abyss, eager to surge forth and devour your very essence for such barbaric transgressions!" the girl decred, dramatically raising her hand to her eye and leaning her head back as she began to sway. The crowd watched with bated breath as the orc shifted his focus to the little girl, who now mimicked the movements of a drunken reveler before clutching her head and yelling, "I tremble at the thought, for even I may not possess the strength to rein it in!"

  ‘Okay, this is getting out of hand, and I don’t want her to destroy this pce,’ I thought as I checked the girl's stats again. With a thought, I activated my skill, My father works for that company.

  “This is all just a big misunderstanding,” I said, not feeling any different from my skill effect, but the little girl instantly stopped her swaying and the rge orc hesitated, his weapon still ready but lowered. “She found it and was going to return it to you.”

  “Oh,” the rge orc said, scratching his head.

  “That’s right, you big meany, I by chance found what I need to help my sister and instead of keeping it, I was pnning to return it after using it,” the girl in my arms said, gring at the orc.

  “It is mine! No one can use it but me!” he protested, raising his weapon again. In light of this new information and my general dislike for the orc, I shifted my approach.

  “You already agreed to let her use it,” I continued with my fabrication.

  “Only my woman can use my things,” he retorted. This proved to be a tricky skill to use; he obviously believed he had made that agreement with her, but it didn't alter his stance. I could make him believe that he would allow her to use it without her becoming his, but if my guess was right, he would conclude that he had been foolish before and change his mind.

  “You already lost to me, so she can't be yours anymore,” I decred, knowing that orcs often settled disputes through combat and deciding to skip that step.

  “I lost? How? I'm the strongest! I never lose to someone like you, you chea—” His accusation was cut short as a fist smmed into his face, sending him rocketing into the ground and creating a hole so deep I couldn't see the bottom.

  “Don’t you dare go around accusing the Smiling Angel of cheating; he beat you fair and square!” Snaga shouted into the hole before turning around with her hand on her cheeks, blushing as she looked at me, which caused me to ugh at the absurdity of the situation. I decided then to unlock the slot so that I would receive her card at the end of the date.

  The girl in my arms hugged me tighter. “You’re so galnt, hubby. You defeated him so fast I didn’t even see it happen,” she cooed, nuzzling her head against me. I kept my gaze forward, trying to maintain my composure despite her soft touch already tempting my thoughts to wander.

  “Truly, I wish I could spend the next ten cycles showing you the accodes you deserve, but I’m afraid I must be going. I will have to make up for it in the future, but still, I will be thinking of you, always,” she said, her form then scattering into petals, leaving me rather confused. Why hadn’t she just done that from the start? And how did she manage it? None of her Blessings seemed to rete to petals.

  “…! Must you keep getting yourself involved in trouble in every pce we visit.” The short girl in the red dress flinched back from the hole where she was idly kicking rocks in, at the sharp rebuke of another girl who pushed her way through the crowd. She strode up to the troublemaker, grabbing her by the ear.

  The first thing I noticed was her conservative attire—a thick woven blue jacket and long skirt, with a purse slung around her side. The second thing that struck me was my ck of attraction to her, which always surprises me when I realize a seemingly young girl is already married. Watching the smaller girl being dragged away, I couldn't help but reminisce about my own childhood, when my sister would tattle on me and my mom would storm in to grab me by the ear.

  [Date end]

  [Name: SnagaLevel: 254Affection: 374Trait: Muscle Head, Nerd, Goddess: Goddess of the Material.Primary Blessing: Titan's Wrath tier 7Lesser Blessings: Admire tier 8, Analysis tier 6, Fanfic Frenzy tier 6, Organize tier 6, Odor tier 4]

  [Titan's Wrath: Significantly enhances strength.]

  [Admire: Develops a profound interest in selected targets.]

  [Analysis: Thoroughly study the target.]

  [Fanfic Frenzy: Converts delusions into extra power.]

  [Organize: Acquires the ability to meticulously organize materials.]

  [Odor: Emits a potent odor.]

  [Nerd Trait Unlocked: Develops an obsession with a subject, often to the detriment of all else.]

  [Love nd: tier 1 [+2] (0/1000)Buildings: Monster Ranch 3, Training Area 3, Arena 3, Grove 3, house 2, Cozy House 2, Alchemy Lab 2Building Queue: Empty, Empty, Empty]

  [Love nd tier 2 - +100% to the amount of time you can stay in love nd, increase building queue slots, and unlock additional buildings and functions.]

  [Love nd tier 3 - +100% to the amount of time you can stay in love nd, increase building queue slots, and unlock additional buildings and functions.]

  [Building Unlocked: Supply Room - Items put into the supply room can be taken out of your inventory.]

  [Building upgraded: Orc encampment has been added to the monster ranch. - Orc-type monsters receive a leveling boost.]

  [Skill Unlocked: Can You Really Hit A Face This Handsome? - No matter your actions, you will still be forgiven by a girl.]

  [Liev Ekker - Level 32Goddess points: 16,765Love points: 0 [Please pay back overdraft first]Debt: 2,374,445 [If you believe there was any fraudulent activity, please contact your local bank.]

  Affection points unallocated: 48,372Stat points unallocated: 0

  Luck: 21Date a lottery 18/15A Date To Remember [1 use(s) remaining]More Than Just A Little Luck [0 use(s) remaining]When All Else Fails, Try Again [2 use(s) remaining]

  Charm: 15Charm Her Pants Off [1 use(s) remaining]Award Winning Smile [1 use(s) remaining]Can You Really Hit A Face This Handsome? [0 use(s) remaining]

  Social: 15Social Butterfly [1 use(s) remaining]Goddess Choice [1 use(s) remaining]My Father Works For That Company [0 use(s) remaining]

  Observe: 15Show Hidden Secrets [1 use(s) remaining]Treasure Hunter [1 use(s) remaining]Connections Run Deep [1 use(s) remaining]

  Adult skills:Contraception [0 use(s) remaining]

  Achievements - 60Achievements_Alice - 1Achievements_Lucy - 0

  Deck 1(52,885) Deck 2(587) 32_Snaga - 374]