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The Glitch King

Part 3: The Golden Tyrant

Aksel was quite happy with the acceleration of his plans. With every dungeon they raided, the more powerful he became. Not only that, but even the smaller dungeons that no longer provided experience were proving to be quite profitable. From rare drops and gold, Aksel had quite the collection going. He found that if he collected multiple of the same object, he could fuse them into something of higher quality. He had his band of thieves putting their points into crafting mechanics, specifically alchemy to bind weapons together, and then to a player.

Cheshire was level thirty nine with a crystal trickster bow. A hell of an upgrade from the yew one he had before. Verv had gone from silvery paladin to onyx oath breaker. The Clydesdale’s name was very misleading with all the black steel and ruby adornments that now covered the level thirty seven oath breaker. It took some farming, but now the Clydesdale brandished an obsidian great sword that burned with the same red aura as Aksel’s red knife. Giving the tank a life stealing blade made taking down large bosses easy, especially when the same life-steal buff worked on steel with the same ability. Now Aksel didn’t need to apply the debuff himself all the time. Verv had it covered long before the buck made it to the front lines.

Aksel on the other hand, had become a level forty merchant. With the acquisition of so many dungeon deeds, the power that coursed through him was near constant. The buck’s antlers had branched off into a solid ten point rack adorned with golden rings, his powerful jaw could cut the various gems that adorned his fingers and antlers. His thick golden beard was expertly groomed every morning, trimmed by the buck’s right hand man Cheshire. His blue eyes shown like burning sapphires, his powerful, long neck rose out of his expensive scarves, and robes. Most of the silks rested on his shoulders and pectoral shelf, but left his midriff exposed where his strong abdominal wall flexed effortlessly. His solid arms were fit for an off season bodybuilder, thick and padded with a healthy layer of fat. His fingers were thick and muscular, his palms squared off from how strong they were. His legs were lost in flowing fabrics and expensive chains, only for his hooves to pop out and proudly pound the earth beneath him. He was clearly taller than Cheshire now, the wild cat reaching just below his chin, but his antlers just barely crested the Clydesdale’s height.

Despite his great strides and amazing gear, the buck was facing a new challenge.

“A job change quest?” Aksel furrowed his brow as he watched all the experience points he was raking in going into a pool without actually increasing his level.

“Yes Master,” Cheshire nodded. “It’s an important level forty quest to upgrade your class for the more difficult parts of the game.”

“Damn it all,” Aksel growled. “Where do I complete my merchant job quest change?”

“We need to go to your home on the archipelago merchant country Medallia.” Verv grunted as he rode the aggravated buck’s cock. “It’s within your level range, but the oceans surrounding it can have random encounters outside of the usual level classes.”

“So, we need to go all the way into the middle of the ocean for me to complete this damn thing?”

“There is no way around it My Lord,” Verv grunted as he continued to ride the buck’s ten inch beast of a dick. Aksel sat in the war chamber of Cheshire’s camp, or his own camp now, a throne fit for a bandit king. His pants were laid strewn on the floor as the Clydesdale rode his cock like a professional service bitch. The oath breaker’s thick muscled cheeks slapped down on the buck’s hips, his braided tail hiked up high as he continued to slam down on that shaft.

“I get that,” Aksel grunted, a duo of streams coming out his nostrils as the Clydesdale continued to milk his dick in the horse’s tight hole. “I just find it annoying. My ultimate victory is within grasp, the moderators are none the wiser, and I’m stuck because you and your world’s kind like to have challenges to overcome. It’s tedious and exhausting.”

“I know Master, but it’ll be all worth it once we get your job class upgrade. On top of getting a boost in stats, you also get access to the Grand Exchange.”

Aksel’s ears perked up at that.

“So, you’re saying this mission is the final hurdle before I become a true god?”

“It is Master,” Cheshire purred, the wild cat’s cock throbbing in his pants. “I can almost taste your ultimate victory.”

“Yes,” Aksel grunted. “And soon you and your kind will know your place is to serve me. You’ll never have to leave my world again. You’ll all be part of my world and my harem.”

“Y-Yes My Lord,” Verv was losing it, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as his cock throbbed and blasted fresh seed over Aksel’s chest, the offering seeping into the buck’s code as experience for his deception skill. With how much his men have been attributing to it, his Deception could easily corrupt lower level noobs even without the Midas Curse.

“I also want you to know, Master,” Cheshire pulled the buck from his musings. “It’ll also increase and upgrade your current skills.”

Aksel’s eyes went wide as he thought about that. If his class change was so big and powerful a step, what would it do to his already mind bending curse? The buck snorted, gripping Verv’s muscled cheeks and slamming up into him.

“Fuck, we head out first thing in the morning. For now, you two are going to drain my nuts like the good little hero cucks you are. That’s what all you fucking heroes will be reduced to. Then we’ll see how happy you are being stuck as my NPC nut buckets.”

***

The Cerulean Sea was a glorious expanse, and would normally be a leviathan sized task to navigate, but not every merchant had a band of loyal thieves ready to man a vessel that could traverse the glitteringly treacherous waters. The first big part of the job change quest was being able to either gather the resources needed to build a ship, or buy one outright, then finding the necessary gold to hire a crew to man it. It could be manned by heroes, but most people didn’t want to sit on a ship for several hours pulling one lever or tugging rope until their ready to upgrade merchant friends made landfall.

There were sea monsters and your average fish man, but they were easily dispatched between Cheshire, Verve, and their fearless captain Aksel. Currently the big buck stood upon the bow of the ship, watching as the golden domes of his programmed homeland shimmered on the horizon. A golden coin glitched between Aksel’s fingers, the Midas Curse making his code shudder with its need to bite into new flesh.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” Cheshire said standing beside his master. “Your homeland.”

“Sure,” Aksel gazed upon the glittering waters and the golden buildings of the gorgeous merchant country as it came into view. There was a stirring in Aksel’s code, his body finding the familiarity of the place both nostalgic and new at the same time. It was the sickening realization that he was programed to love this place, to feel an attachment to it, but the knowledge was implanted inside him. In reality, his hooves had never once graced the golden sand of its shores. The feeling of water spraying his face was a memory of a slave to this game, despite it being shared with his supposed father when they were out sailing. He had never splashed in the sapphire shores of the Cerulean Sea with his mother and siblings, the statues of stags and their gods a reminder that everything here was manufactured and artificial.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen your parents?” Cheshire asked. He was still under the impression he was a servant hired by his family to guide him. Both Vermillion and the wild cat were that way, but Aksel didn’t realize how bitter a taste that lie would taste coming to this place.

“Feels like forever,” Aksel growled.

“Sorry, Young Master,” Cheshire noticed the buck’s foul mood. “Did I speak out of turn?”

“No,” Aksel snorted, closing his eyes and leaning into the false memories of a false life he never truly lived. It was like leaning into a blade that he wanted to cut him. Like reading a story with a sad ending. It wasn’t real, but it hurt all the same. “I just want to get this over with.”

“I thought for sure you’d be excited to see your family,” Cheshire shrugged. “Thought you’d be excited to share your exploits with your siblings.”

“I could care less what my family thinks of me,” Aksel took a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting the sour notes in his chest wash away in the spray of the sea. “You were staunch allies of my family, I know, but you are devout to me and me alone, you put me above all else.”

“Of course Master,” Cheshire nodded, the deception sinking into him. “I wish your family a long and happy life, but you are the only branch of the tree that I shall ever tend to.”

“Damn right,” Aksel huffed as a new screen popped up before him.

“Would you like to dock in the Grand Port of Medallia?”

“Agree,” Aksel nodded, the boat being drawn into the city port and docked by a duo of tugboats. “So where is the merchant quest?”

“It’s actually tied in with your family,” Cheshire nodded. “Go ahead and head over to the quest marker once you’ve fully docked. I’ve taken the liberty of marking your map for you.”

“Thank you,” Aksel turned and went to face his crew. “We dock soon! You all can take the time to do local quests and dungeons! Claim them for me, your lord and master!”

The crewmen all shouted, his band of thieves screaming and hollering with joy that they could continue to serve their master. Each of them a hero brought to heel. A dark grin plucked at the corners of the buck’s muzzle.

He didn’t need a fake family when he could make a real harem.

***

“My Son!” the buck NPC shouted, throwing his arms around him in a common gesture the game had pre-programmed. “I’m so glad you’re home! You couldn’t have come at a better time! Your mother and your siblings are working in the kitchen to make your favorite meal, and I have a new business venture you would be very interested in.”

“Yes, yes,” Aksel smiled, breaking the hug and looking the buck in the eye. His sprite was almost the spitting image of his original self, but maybe with a bit more silver in his hair. The game was designed to have your family be a clan of wealthy merchants. The job change quest was made to make you feel for the family, to feel indebted to them to take over the family business once the quest was complete to upgrade your class from Merchant to Merchant King. Medallia is a kingdom ruled by a select few oligarchs and wealthy businessmen, so it’s not like it was unusual that your family in your questline could be this, but it wasn’t something Aksel cared for. Everything that felt familiar was also a lie, a lie for the game to build sympathy for itself, for the admins to further control him.

“Come my son,” Aksel’s father started, pulling the party into the estate. It was a massive estate with Greek and Persian themes with marble pillars, dazzling statues, ponds to reflect light and images, gardens, and so much more.

“Damn, sweet digs Master,” Verv nickered. “You’ve got a pretty sweet setup, huh?”

“It’s a nice start,” Aksel shrugged. “I’ve got much bigger plans. Maybe you can have this little plot of land when I’m done with it. How does that sound?”

“Shit! For real?” Verv nickered. “Damn, what do we got to do.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be happening soon.” Cheshire sighed. “Such a travesty to befall the family, but that’s the quest parameters.”

“What do you mean?” Verv cocked his head.

“Just watch,” The party was lead to a dining hall where Aksel’s mother, a gorgeous doe, and his six siblings were seated. Steaming stew sat on the table and Aksel felt his mouth water. That was the stew his family made when they were just scraping by as merchants, or at least what the code would remind him of.

“Oh dear, I’m so glad you’re home!” Aksel’s mother smiled before taking a chiding tone. “But remember, no weapons at the table.”

“Wait, isn’t this supposed to be where things go down?” Verv asked. “Why are we forced to be unarmed.”

“Because it wouldn’t be a very good kidnapping if we could stop it, now would it?” Aksel sighed.

“What?” Verv’s eyes went wide.

Just then the windows shattered, dozens of thieves stormed the dining room. Aksel’s siblings were scooped up, his mother taken, and his father killed in a dramatic fashion. Just as the thieves were going to take Aksel and his party, they found their weapons and brandished them.

“Ah, so the young buck has some fight in him,” the head thief, a hyena with a cocky grin snarled. “Well, ain’t that fucking cute. Well, how about this. We’re looking to get the sea crown anyway, but ransoming your family back to get the funds to do so would be so much extra work. If you’re so capable, why don’t you go get it yourself, and then you can have your precious family back.”

“Accept,” Aksel had a cold hard stare, but the hyena NPC just continued his monologue about where to bring the crown once it was obtained. The cutscene ended and they were free to continue on the quest, the dining hall a bloody mess, his father’s corpse on the ground by the head of the table.

“I’m sorry Young…or I guess I should just say Master at this point,” Cheshire shrugged.

“It doesn’t bother me,” Aksel huffed stepping over his father’s corpse and heading for the door. “Come on, we got a Leviathan to slay.”

“A what?” Verv paused.

“Yeah, the Sea Crown is a series of scales atop a Sea Leviathan’s head. What kind of beast did you think we’d be fighting on an archipelago? Call the crew back, we shove off for the whirlpool right away.”

***

Aksel kept his eyes on the water, waiting for the whirlpool to come into view, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of worry he had for his fake family. He knew it was absurd, and completely ridiculous to have an attachment to a family he never really knew, but it wasn’t something he could just turn off. He found it infuriating.

“So, um…” Verv was standing next to Aksel. “Why do they call it the Sea Crown?”

“You mean apart from it being invaluable gems that only grow on the crown of a Sea Leviathan’s head?” Aksel snorted. “It’s because anyone who can slay the Leviathan and claim its crown becomes king of Medallia. We…they don’t have a king, but all the merchant lords put forth a bounty that would make you the ruling monarch of the archipelago if you slay and bring back the Sea Crown.”

“Oh, that means the crown would be the key item that makes you the Merchant King class, huh?”

“Correct,” Cheshire confirmed.

“Well, how tough is this Sea Leviathan?” Verv pulled out his great sword and shield. “Can’t be that difficult, right?”

“A Sea Leviathan is considered the weakest of all leviathan,” Cheshire explained. “Though, Leviathan cannot be killed outside of a quest. They all require a special item to take them down, and that can only be obtained in their respective dungeon.”

“Well, where are we going to find a dungeon here? Is there a special island or something?”

“Nope,” Aksel gripped a rope and leaned forward to look out the expanse of the waves. “No island.”

“Then…what? The only thing here is sea.”

“Not just the sea,” Aksel smirked. “Also the sea floor.”

“The what now?” Verv blinked. Just as he did a single droplet of water smacked his face.

The sky grew dark, clouds rolling in as a storm cracked across the sky. The water became choppy, the waves swelling large as a whale-song broke the ocean. It was like sitting between storm sirens, the sound magnified as the Sea Leviathan broke the water. It was huge, easily able to coil around the ship several times and still have room to move. Its head was a series of fins, the film between them glowing like auroras. Its eyes looked like polished opals, its teeth like razor sapphires. Its silvery hide shimmered with sundogs despite there being no light as bioluminescent strips rolled down its sides. It was gorgeous, a being of beauty and destruction, and adorned across its dorsal fins were a series of dazzling gems. Its screech was that of a siren’s song, singing in their bones and seeping into their hearts and minds.

It told them to lay down, to lay down and accept their fate. To rest in its shimmering song as it submerged them in a sonata of cataclysmic calm. Instantly a debuff was applied to everyone. Leviathan’s Lullaby. Aksel felt it like a command, a powerful order from on high to lay down and accept his fate.

“I…” Aksel fell to his knees as tears were swiped from his eyes by the ocean spray and the deluge that scraped the sky. The boat stopped working, all the crew members no longer manning the ship and instead falling prey to the leviathan’s song.

Aksel felt himself sway with the music, everything spinning so slowly in the song as it swelled in his heart. The leviathan could both breath water and air, so it sprayed up a mist form it’s blowhole, the sky torn by more lightning, more storm, the ocean covered in frothing spume as it raged.

Aksel knew this was the end, the end of his struggle, his journey. He needn’t worry anymore. He wouldn’t need to worry about anything again. Because he was about to…to…

The buck glitched, his body warbling and his mind snapping back to himself. The song wasn’t a shimmering melody, but the bellowing demands of a tyrant. As beautiful as it was cruel. Aksel stood up, his sea legs failing him as he fell back down. That’s when he realized the ship wasn’t swaying, it was turning, constantly turning!

Aksel looked on as the ship was caught in a whirlpool, being sucked down like a toy in a drain. With a deafening crack the ship split in two! The mast flew down like a white flag admitting defeat before the entire thing snapped open, the crew flying down into the center of that whirlpool where an open maw with jagged teeth awaited them. That’s when Aksel realized the Leviathan they were seeing was only the top half, the rest of it existed below the waves.

The water pulled them down, the part of the ship he was on was flung from the destruction, flinging him and his party off to the side and into the inky depths of the water.

***

Aksel and his party awoke, or however the game wanted them to think they were waking up. They were standing with their vision fluttering like lashes opening up, but they weren’t being crushed by the ocean. No, instead they were in a large dome of air, the ceiling was made of massive spheres of crystal that shimmered and swam with their contents.

“Where…are we?” Verv asked.

“We’re in the Sea Leviathan’s egg sack,” Cheshire pointed at the crystals. “The leviathan’s babies need both air and water to breath. She makes her nest like some spiders or reptiles do in our world. She has a special film that makes the air sack, and she fills it herself. See how they’re like little white tadpoles in their eggs.”

Aksel looked up. They were like giant tadpoles with little blue sapphire eyes as they squiggled and wormed inside their eggs. There were hundreds of them all holding up the ceiling, the sea floor a damp sandy mess.

“So the dungeon is the leviathan’s egg sack? That’s kind of gross.” Verv complained.

“Then you really don’t want to know what the paladin’s job quest leviathan is,” Cheshire smirked darkly.

“Wait, my job quest involves a leviathan too?”

“Yeah, an undead leviathan that breaks the laws of nature. You see, it takes the undead and creates sacks of—”

“Can we focus,” Aksel drew his blades, the daggers having been upgraded to scimitars. “We got some company.”

Scuttling could be heard as crystal crabs and starfish squelched out of the sand. Bottom feeders that fed off the things caught in the leviathan’s bubble, and also protectors of the eggs.

“You got it master!” Verv drew his sword and shield, the red aura glowing off it already.

“Good,” Aksel smirked. “Because we have a leviathan killing weapon to find, and I’m not going to be caught off guard by that big bitch again!”

“Yes, My Lord!” The two shouted and sprang into action.

Verv gave an intimidating shout, pulling agro and getting the small army to focus the Clydesdale. Cheshire waited for them to group up and drew his bow, arrows magically forming on it. He shot out his skill. A single arrow flew up into the sky before sharply changing direction and shooting down. At the same time Cheshire threw a glitter bomb, the pouch exploding as the light arrow smacked it, refracting it off into hundreds of little arrows. The beasts screeched in pain, a chorus that Aksel felt in his bones as he watched the beasts writhe and screech. The arrows themselves didn’t do much damage, but it inflicted poison to all it struck.

“My turn,” Aksel switched his red blade out for a green scimitar. A different blade obtained from a poison swamp dungeon. He swiped it, the mana burn skill he got from the thief dungeon having been fused with it to create a sweeping arch attack. The green wave slashed through the beasts, their poison gauges instantly being consumed for a massive burst of damage. Beast after beast screeched, turning green before exploding into a poisonous cloud. The ability becoming a self-feeding beast.

“Too easy,” Aksel huffed and kept swiping his blade, Cheshire picking off any adds that got too close to his master while Verv kept the mobs on himself, his red aura allowing him to keep his health in the green despite all the damage the other beasts were trying to put out.

“I know we have the mobs covered,” Cheshire commented. “Though, we both know we’re going to need a mage by the time this is over. Do you have any potential heroes in mind?”

“Oh, I have one that’ll do very well. We just need to find the leviathan slaying tool in the dungeon and we can get back to shore using the dungeon port. Then we’ll get Thorn in the fray.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Cheshire smirked. “You really do have a thing for the big guys, don’t you.”

“When I’m done, they’ll all be little shits next to me,” Aksel snorted, drawing his blades and slashing forward.

***

“So that’s it?” Verv cocked his head. “A crossbow bolt? Really?”

“Yeah,” Aksel shrugged, twirling the bolt made from choral in his fingers. “It’s like the one we got in our first dungeon. Only this one is a special bolt that never runs out. You use it, and then it comes back on a cooldown.”

“Siren Slayer?” Verv read the name. “You’d think it would be Leviathan Slayer.”

“The problem with the Sea Leviathan isn’t so much its obscene size, but it’s song.” Cheshire explained. “If we can silence the siren part of the beast, it’ll be vulnerable to a ship and crew.”

“But…wouldn’t there be a short duration where the song could start up again?” Verv was looking over the specs of the bolt. “There would be a five second period where the song could get to us. If we all fall prey to that again, wouldn’t we just end up in the egg sack again?”

“That’s why we need a mage,” Aksel strode into the heart of town square where a large seashell and the giant blue crystal stood. “I’m sending out an offer that Thorn can’t refuse.”

“What are you offering him? He’s a level sixty mage.” Cheshire cocked a brow.

“What a guy like him wants more than anything,” Aksel sent the message to him. “Power beyond his wildest dreams.”

No more than a few seconds went by before the crystal glowed with a new arrival. From the blue came a dark figure, a tall, imposing, jet black Great Dane. He was built like a barbarian yet was adorned with wizard’s robes. He was clad in silver and purple crystals, his wizard robes special anniversary pieces that he had customized. He was thick, his muscles corded with power, his foot paws languidly stepping from one step to the next as he brushed the silver chains on his shoulders back into place, the various talismans and amethyst crystals glowing with power, his black feather cape flowing behind him.

“So, you’re this Aksel character?” Thorn asked, cocking a brow, his violet eyes glowing brightly. “You promised me something grand, but I don’t quite understand your meaning. You said you could grant me the entirety of the Stratus Coast. How are you going to do that when it’s already been divided up into twelve different guilds, mine being the largest? Was this some sort of threat?” Thorn closed his fists, a duo of hammers with a chain holding them together flashed into existence. They were a special wand and focus set where one acted as a battle mages wand, the other its focus, and still allowed for close range battle. Thor’s Twin Hammers. “Because I don’t take kindly to threats.”

“No tricks, no threats,” Aksel smiled. “I simply need a powerful mage to help me complete my job change quest—”

“Yes, yes, I understand how one goes from being a Merchant to a Merchant King—”

“I wasn’t done,” Aksel snarled, the Great Dane blinking before a scowl crept onto his muzzle, but he stayed quiet. “I am not a hero. I’m an NPC. Someone as powerful as you can see that, can’t you?”

“Cute,” Thorn cocked a brow. “I’ll just look up your IP address and…and…”

“What? Having trouble there Thorn?”

“You think you’re clever?” The Dane growled. “You’re obviously hiding behind some sort of program that’s masking you as an NPC…but…I just don’t know how.”

“No Thorn, I’m an NPC with my own mission, my own objective. To become god of this world.” Aksel smirked. “I need your help to combat the Sea Leviathan’s song. Only a mage can modify the bubbles from her brood into the sound protection we need. Once I complete the quest, I’ll reach my goal, and the world will be mine, and I can put you in charge of the Stratus Coast. The entirety of the Corona Kingdom would be yours to command, under my greatness.”

Thorn narrowed his eyes, but his hammers vanished. “Go on?”

“All you need to do is submit to my Midas Curse, and I give you my word that you shall be revered as a king, an apostle of my greatness, ruler of the Stratus Coast and all of its assets.”

Thorn was about to question it when his quest log opened itself, a green screen showing a unique quest.

“You’re the real deal, huh,” Thorn smirked. “So, how do I accept the quest?”

“Good boy, open your trade menu,” Aksel quickly exchanged a single gold coin, the Midas Curse corrupting Thorn. “Now, this world is your reality.”

Thorns wards and trinkets tried to repel the deception, but they all glitched, shimmering out of existence for a moment to let the deception sink in.

“I…of course,” Thorn looked confused.

“You were hired by my merchant family to be my companion, my guide. To obey me in all things. In exchange, once my journey is complete, we promise you the Stratus Coast.”

“Yes, I know all this already,” Thorn said it like he was confident, but there was a hint of confusion like he didn’t quite believe it, but that apprehension melted away. “You know I’ve always been your loyal consort.”

“Good boy,” Aksel murred, the word shivering through the Dane, the present commands worming into his mind, his personality becoming more submissive, but only to the Buck. “Welcome to the team Thorn. Now let’s kick off the new world order by slaying a Leviathan.”

***

Aksel and his team were ready, they were on their way out to the whirlpool again to fight the Sea Leviathan, but this time, they were ready. When the storm struck, Thorn cast a spell on the film they got from the egg sack, the protective bubbles forming over the party’s head. It was quite an ingenious trick considering the babies needed to be protected from their mother’s song while she hunted.

The ship started to stir in the water as the maw opened beneath them to try and suck them down, then the Sea Leviathan broke the water, singing her siren song.

“Not this time you oversized lamprey!” Aksel cocked the bolt and shot it forward, it whistled through the air through the holes in the choral, canceling out the song before smacking the Sea Leviathan. Instantly she was silenced and Aksel took back control of his crew, navigating their ship from the whirlpool.

“Now! Attack!” Aksel commanded.

“Yes! My Lord!” The three shot out as Cheshire unleashed a flurry of arrows, Verv agroed and started to tank the leviathan’s attacks and thralls, and Thorn called his dual hammers to start flinging lightning from the sky. Aksel on the other hand jumped from the ship and started running up the leviathan’s body, his blades trying to apply status conditions and failing. His cuts were too shallow, but if he could get to the head it wouldn’t matter.

The arrow’s de-buff wore off, but Aksel plunged the arrow into the Leviathan himself, the song cutting off and allowing him to control his crew again to keep them from careening into the whirlpool. With Aksel’s deer legs, he was able to find great footing even on the slick surface of the leviathan, galloping up to the crown of its head. He looked into the glowing opal eyes of that beast, this being of beauty and majesty.

“You’re in my way!” Aksel slammed his blades into her eye, instantly the debuffs glowed across the Leviathan. Thorn did a skill link spell so everyone could gain health off the damage they were causing, and Aksel summoned another blade, slamming it into the leviathan’s eye, then another, and another!

Poison, paralysis, necrotic, burning, shock, numb, silence, bleeding, suffocation, hemorrhage, frostbite, madness, slowed, weakened, sleep!

Any and all manner of status condition was plunged into the leviathan’s eye, the light fading from it as it finally fell to zero. The blades vanished back into Aksel’s inventory, unleashing a spray of blood, the creature going limp and crashing back into the water. A simple teleportation spell from Thorn brought Aksel back to the ship as the sky cleared up.

Experience points showered down on the team, Cheshire and Verve both reaching level forty. Aksel could feel the experience coursing through him, and though it was substantial, it was still locked in the experience pool. It was just potential until he completed his quest. A new item glowed in his inventory. The Sea Crown.

“Let’s end this,” Aksel chuckled and set course back to Medallia.

***

The final battle of the quest was a pushover fight against the bandits when they double crossed them, but that meant that Aksel’s NPC family was safe and he had the crown to name himself the Merchant King. The buck walked up the stairs to the council room of Merchant Lords to present the crown.

He entered the hall with the scales in hand, the gems all an opalescent that shown with the cerulean glow that the sea was named after.

“Here it is! Proof that I am your king!” Aksel roared.

A roar of applause came from the council as the quest was completed, but it froze. Aksel looked around, even the other heroes in his party were frozen. He looked back at the crown and a new green screen was displayed.

“Do you wish to unlock your class upgrade? The decisions you made since the start of your journey will determine your true class.”

“Of course I do,” Aksel pressed the accept button. A series of messages played across the screen saying it was determining his class.

“You come from nothing, so you crave power…”

“You reject your creator, so you are arrogant…”

“You make servants of your allies, bending them to your will…”

“You care not for your family, only control…”

These messages played back over and over, all showing every decision he had ever made. Aksel knew he should be ashamed, but he wasn’t. If there was a part of the system that was testing his humanity, then he would fail it on purpose. There is no need for anything like that in his world. These so called heroes came to his world, trashed it, used it like a fuckable plaything, and then discarded it when they were done. He would show them, he would show them all!

“Analysis complete, your new class is [Golden Tyrant]. Do you accept?”

Aksel chuckled. If the threat of being a tyrant is what it took to get what he wanted, he would become a tyrant. He would become a bloody executioner if that’s what it took. He would not have his grand designs rebuked because of the ass-backward moral code of a world that treated him and his kind like toys for their amusement.

“Let’s see how you feel when the code is on the other foot,” Aksel grinned darkly. “Accept.”

The world unfroze, the cheering continuing, but it was warbled like it was lagging. Aksel felt a sudden welling of power and he doubled over, his hands on his stomach as the feeling glowed deep in him, burning through his veins.

“Master!” Cheshire came to him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m better than alright,” Aksel smirked. “It feels like—unf—like every cell in my body—fuck—is orgasming. It’s…unreal…”

Aksel threw his head back and gave an elk screech, his maw glowing gold, his eyes flashing from glittering sapphires to blazing topaz! That pool of experience came rushing in now that his level cap had been increased. Level after level poured into him. His body expanded, his muscles crunching and squelching as he expanded.

“Yes! Yes! Give me the power! It’s mine! It’s all mine!” Aksel bleated in ecstasy as his individual muscle fibers glowed with rainbows of light. His arm glitched, showing a much larger arm before glitching back and flexing, expanding and meeting that image. His body was growing, his muscles expanding out. It wasn’t even, it was like the system was rewriting its code in real time to accommodate the power coursing through Aksel.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Mass mounted on the buck, his pecks lunging outward, his belly crunching into cobblestone abs, the trenches between getting deeper with every glitching second.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Aksel’s scarves and expensive silks tore and fluttered to the ground as rags as his shoulders and delts took turns tossing the buck’s head to and fro before his neck lashed on more cords of muscle. His jaw became sharper, his muzzle thicker, his features more angular as his rack grew and expanded into a magnificent twelve point rack.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

His thighs burst from his pants, the teardrops shredding into clarity as his ass cheeks ballooned out with gravity defying size and definition. His hooves scraped the floor as they expanded, becoming denser than steel.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

His lats spread out like wings, deepening his hairy pits as his powerful arms crunched audibly before expanding higher, thicker, splitting at the peak and going higher, cresting as tall as his head. His forearms following suite as they grew thicker, his fingers growing larger and stronger.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Then there was his dick. The massive member was throbbing at attention, the tattered remains of his previous gear hitting the floor as it reeled out. This bitch sticking buck was becoming a breeding stag as his cock expanded to a foot and a half long fuck log. His royal jewels sloshed larger, one after the other, growing from grapefruit to melons, then to medicine balls overflowing with royal seed!

Level Up!

Level Up!

Level Up!

His hair billowed out behind him into a flowing golden mane of locks. The sea crown glitched for a moment before breaking up and snapping onto the points of his antlers. A golden cape burst out behind him, fluttering just above the floor before continuing to rise up. Golden bands formed on his biceps and wrists. A harness of golden chains and gems lashed to his chest.

The flow of built up experience ebbed as the flow of power came to a close, but a constant trickle was still there from his curse syphoning off experience from his acolytes.

“What now My Lord?” Cheshire asked. “To the Grand Exchange?”

“Fuck! That can wait! Strip! Now! Your lord demands it!”

“Yes! My Lord!” The three answered, their clothes disappearing in a flash and leaving them naked. Aksel finally got a good look at them. He was head and shoulders above Verv, their tanky Clydesdale was now a little pipsqueak to him. A rush of pleasure rolled through Aksel’s augmented nuts as he turned to Thorn.

“Bend over,” he demanded, his deception skill having changed to a Royal Decree in his skill tree. “You love nothing more than to be railed by your God!”

“Y-Yes!” The Dane moaned, gripping onto the throne and presenting his thick juicy ass. Aksel couldn’t control it, the pleasure was pounding in his dick so hard it was almost painful. He gripped Thorn by the hips and thrusted forward, his balls slapping up against the Dan’s prestigious ten incher.

“Fuck yes! This is my world! All will kneel before their Golden Tyrant!” Aksel’s hips slammed into his Dane’s, the pup barking and shouting his pleasure to the throne he now served. Verv made his way between those massive cheeks, the buck helping by putting a hoof on his throne, and he reached in and started to make out with the buck’s asshole, his thick equine tongue lulling over that hole while Cheshire slurped on those nuts, his feline tongue lulling and lapping between them as best he could with their enormous size.

“Yes! It’s mine! It’ll all be mine!” Aksel’s level plateaued at fifty eight, his hips slamming away at his Dane as pleasure burned through his veins. He felt his strength sore as new skills burned into his code.

“Gilded Rain,” Aksel groaned, the sky growing dark as the skill was activated, his Tyrant Tithe skill drawing in the necessary mana from his cursed legions. The entire archipelago was eclipsed by clouds that looked like glitching bricks with no image file. Then, a piece of the clouds fell down. A line of glitched pixels slipped down to the earth until it smacked the ground. The image it struck would warble and glitch before bleeding to gold.

The sky tore open, a rain of power soaking the islands in the Golden Tyrant’s ultimate skill. Everything was washed in gold, every being, every NPC was frozen in golden glory while every hero was afflicted with the Midas Curse.

“It’s all mine!” Aksel roared his triumph as his softball sized knot sank into Thorn, and his balls drew up and dumped a massive load into his Dane, thick sloshing shots squelched deep into the muscled mage.

“First Medallia,” Aksel thrusted through his orgasm, his taint snapping into action to mark that bitch. “Next, the Grand Exchange.”

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