Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Token of Affection, Elven Spring
John swallowed hard, looking at the elven girl in his arms. “It’s safe now,” he said.

However, something was off about the elven girl. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were unfocused. This wasn’t due to her injuries but rather a special poison known as Love Flower Powder.

This was a poison concocted by dark humans to enslave and torment elves.

The only antidote to this deadly poison is sexual intercourse between a man and a woman.

The elven girl retained her last bit of sanity, staring at John with a heated gaze, struggling to utter two words, “Help me…”

The branches of the tree they were on shook, quickly growing and intertwining to form a hammock.

John’s clothes fell away, leaving him with only one thought: Could this really happen in a game?

“So big!” The elven saintess looked at John’s firm member with a look of shock. It was her first time being this close to a man.

But soon, the fear in her heart was replaced by burning desire.

The elven girl quickly shed her thin dress and eagerly mounted him.

“Ah!”

She gasped in pain, covering her mouth tightly to avoid alerting the enemies.

The tearing pain was intense, with blood staining the leaves beneath them.

The elven girl trembled, enduring the pain, but felt immense satisfaction within.

Her body went limp, and she collapsed into John’s embrace.

The poison of the Love Flower Powder quickly dissipated, and the elven girl regained her senses. Realizing the shameful position she was in, she blushed deeply.

“Human, I-I’m sorry…” The elven girl stammered, hastily searching for her clothes, wanting to escape.

But John grabbed her arm, stopping her from fleeing.

The desire burning within him couldn’t let the elven saintess escape so easily.

With a mischievous grin, John said, “The poison of desire isn’t so easily cured.”

The elven girl looked puzzled, about to ask what he meant when John sat up, pulling her into his arms, his other hand exploring her body, moving rhythmically.

“Mm…” The elven girl moaned unconsciously.

The pain below was intense, but there was also a pleasure that reached deep into her soul, making it impossible to stop.

Forgetting her shyness, the elven girl wrapped her arms around John’s neck, clumsily responding to his movements.

John moved faster and faster.

The elven girl panted heavily, her moans growing louder, forgetting they were being chased. Fortunately, the concealment talisman not only hid their presence but also muffled sounds.

“Ah!” The elven girl cried out in ecstasy, her legs wrapped tightly around John, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt utterly drained, collapsing against John.

Weakly, she pleaded, “Human, I-I can’t… Please, let me go…”

The sensation was strange; she couldn’t feel her body, but her heart was filled with satisfaction.

Even her injuries seemed to ease.

John, however, had no intention of stopping. He laid the elven girl on the hammock, changing positions, his movements growing more intense.

The elven girl moaned in pain, continuously begging for mercy, “I really can’t take it anymore… If this continues, I’ll break

…”

This was her nth time pleading. Were all humans this powerful?

Tears rolled down the elven girl’s cheeks, forming a teardrop-shaped pendant.

…

The leaves rustled, and the elven girl’s pleas and moans echoed, growing hoarse and weak.

Over two hours had passed, and she had lost count of how many times she had climaxed. She felt like she was about to break.

Finally, John reached his limit, letting out a satisfied groan as his essence surged forth.

The elven girl felt the heat below, her body trembling uncontrollably, reaching another climax before gradually losing consciousness.

Looking at the beautiful elven girl in his arms, John murmured, “Am I really this strong? Could it be related to my rebirth?”

The elven girl, a satisfied smile on her lips, fell asleep, still clinging tightly to John’s neck as if it gave her a sense of security.

John didn’t leave immediately. After days of intense leveling, he was mentally exhausted. Holding the beauty in his arms, he too fell asleep.

…

When John awoke, it was already dusk. The elven saintess had left without a word, leaving only a faint fragrance. The disheveled leaves around him were evidence of the intensity of their earlier activities.

Beside him was a teardrop-shaped pendant and a vial of potion, pressed under a handkerchief with delicate writing: “My name is Anna. I will find you.”

John felt a sense of loss.

“Anna?” he murmured, repeating the name.

In his previous life, he had never heard of this name. It must have been this encounter that led her to disaster. Fortunately, he had saved her in this life.

John put aside his thoughts, looking at the items Anna had left.

[Tear of the Elf: Pendant]

[Description: Said to be formed from the tears of an elven girl, it is a token of affection, with no special attribute bonuses]

[Elven Spring: Elven sacred item, contains immense power, drinking it increases Spirit by 100 points]

John was shocked. Both items were legendary treasures.

The Elven Spring could directly increase his Spirit by 100 points, which would be incredibly beneficial to him.

However, John valued the Tear of the Elf even more.

Though it had no attribute bonuses, it was a token of affection from the elven girl. Clearly, Anna had fallen for him.

The gods and dark humans had destroyed the elven world.

Their hatred for the gods and dark humans was as intense as that of humans.

Moreover, the elven race was powerful. John could ally with them to fight against the gods and dark humans.

And Anna was the elven saintess, the future leader of the elven race.

John carefully put away the Tear of the Elf and then opened the Elven Spring, drinking it in one go.

[You have consumed the Elven Spring, Spirit +100]

[Dino’s curse weakens, can be removed by a fifth-rank mage or if Spirit reaches 500 points]

The notifications flashed.

“Dino’s curse is weakening?” John was delighted.

This was an unexpected bonus.

His Spirit attribute had now reached 143 points.

He only needed 357 more Spirit points to forcibly break Dino’s curse. This wasn’t an insurmountable task for John.

Howl…

The eerie howls of wolves echoed.

In the dark forest, pairs of green eyes appeared.

These were Bloodthirsty Demon Wolves, Level 15 beasts.

They roamed in packs at night, searching for prey.

John didn’t want to provoke them and immediately logged off, his body vanishing.

In the distance, a figure in black tight clothing, accentuating a curvy figure, approached the tree where John had been hiding.

“Strange, why did the trail end here?” The woman, holding two daggers, looked around cautiously, muttering to herself.

Sini, ID: Gale, profession: Shadow Assassin.

She was one of the few players to obtain a hidden profession in the novice stage.

Sini possessed an A-grade talent, Aura Perception.

She had tracked John’s aura to this location.

Howl…

The wolves’ howls echoed, and the green eyes in the forest made Sini shiver.

“He must have logged off. I’ll check again tomorrow.” Sini, looking frightened, knew she was no match for the Bloodthirsty Demon Wolves. She immediately logged off.

…

In the real world, John did not rest but instead turned on his computer and logged into the World of Gods forum.

This was the most popular forum since the release of the game, filled with player-created guides.

John wasn’t interested in the guides, most of which were incorrect.

His goal was to purchase a gaming pod. Initially, John had planned to buy a basic gaming pod.

But after killing Dino and obtaining over a thousand gold coins, he decided to go for a high-end gaming pod.

John posted a message: “Offering 100 gold coins to buy a high-end gaming pod. Leave your Gods’ ID for in-game verification.”

The post quickly got buried but still caught the attention of many players.

Soon, John received over a dozen replies.

“Bragging much? Do you even know what you’re talking about? Not even 100 silver coins, let alone 100 gold coins.”

“It’s late, go to bed. You can dream about it.”

…

The messages were all mocking, except for one useful reply.

“Bro, you really have that much gold? Verify in-game, ID: Ritchie.”