Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 111 - Intruder

Lucas exhaled sharply, trying to push aside the weight of the new revelations. The system, always eager to torment him, had just casually dropped a massive lore dump about the world he was stranded in.

But right now, he was too exhausted to care.

The night stretched on, eerily silent save for the rustling of leaves. His body ached, his mind still foggy from the lack of proper rest. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the tree trunk, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

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The faint glow of dawn slowly crept through the gaps in the foliage. The sky had turned from an inky black to soft hues of violet and orange.

Lucas stirred, his neck stiff from the awkward position he had dozed off in. Blinking away the sleep, he turned to the small hole where Lena had curled up.

"Lena," he called, his voice low but firm.

A groggy groan answered him.

"Five more minutes..." Lena mumbled, burying her face deeper into her arms.

Lucas ran a hand down his face. "We don’t have five more minutes. We need to move before something finds us."

That seemed to jolt her awake. She sat up, rubbing her eyes before stretching her arms above her head, a small yawn escaping her lips. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes still damp from the night before.

Lucas turned away before his thoughts could wander into dangerous territory. He stood up and rolled his shoulders, feeling the stiffness in his muscles.

"Come on, we need to reach Raventhorn before midday," he said.

Lena, still sluggish, finally dragged herself out of their makeshift shelter. "Fine, fine... But next time, you get the shorter rest."

Lucas smirked. "If there is a next time, let’s hope it’s in an actual bed."

With that, they set off.

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The journey back to Raventhorn was grueling. Their exhaustion weighed heavily on their movements, but the thought of reaching civilization kept them going.

After what felt like an eternity, the towering walls of the city finally came into view. Relief flooded Lucas as they approached the gates.

The guards eyed them warily, their tired and disheveled appearance drawing suspicion.

"Rough night?" one of the guards asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lucas merely nodded. "You could say that."

With a grunt, the guard waved them through.

The streets of Raventhorn were already bustling with early morning merchants setting up stalls and adventurers returning from their own missions. The familiar scent of fresh bread and roasting meat filled the air.

Lena sighed. "Gods, I could kill for a hot meal."

Lucas glanced at her. "First, we report back."

She groaned but nodded in agreement.

Lucas pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the Adventurer’s Guild, his body aching with every step. The moment he and Lena stepped inside, the familiar scent of aged wood and burning torches filled the air.

The guild hall was already bustling with adventurers, some loudly exchanging tales of their latest conquests, others nursing drinks even though it was still early in the morning. None of them paid much attention to the two exhausted figures who had just stumbled in.

Lucas made his way to the front desk, where Sarah, ever the sharp-eyed receptionist, was already watching them with an amused expression.

"Back in one piece, huh?" she mused, tapping a quill against a parchment. "You both look like death warmed over."

Lucas didn’t have the energy to come up with a snarky reply. Instead, he reached into his satchel and dropped a small bundle onto the counter. Inside were the materials they had gathered during their mission—pelts, herbs, and a few monster parts that were still slightly damp from last night’s rain.

Sarah picked up the bundle, giving it a quick once-over before nodding. "Looks good. I’ll get this processed."

Lucas exhaled slowly, barely managing to stay upright. "Where’s the nearest inn?"

Sarah blinked at him. "Seriously?"

Lucas stared back, confused. "Yeah...?"

A slow smirk stretched across her lips. "It’s literally right across the street."

Lucas blinked. Then again. His exhausted brain tried to process her words. "...What?"

Lena let out a wheezy laugh beside him, practically collapsing against the counter. "Are you kidding me? We’ve been suffering all this time, and there was an inn right there?"

Sarah chuckled, clearly enjoying their misery. "Guess you two were too busy trying not to die to notice."

Lucas groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "I hate everything."

Sarah only shrugged. "Wouldn’t be the first adventurer to miss the obvious when they’re running on fumes."

Lucas sighed and pushed the guild’s borrowed map back across the counter. Sarah took it without comment, then slid two small pouches toward them. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Your reward for the mission," she said. "Try not to blow it all on ale."

Lena snatched hers up immediately, weighing it in her palm. "I make no promises."

Lucas took his with a tired nod. "Right. Thanks."

Sarah waved a hand dismissively. "Now get out of here before you collapse on my floor."

Lucas didn’t need to be told twice. He turned on his heel, dragging himself toward the exit, Lena close behind.

As they stepped back into the morning light, Lucas finally looked across the street.

And there it was.

A sturdy-looking inn with a sign swaying gently in the breeze.

Lucas stared at it for a long moment.

Lena clapped him on the back, laughing. "C’mon, genius. Bed’s waiting."

Lucas groaned. "Shut up."

And with that, they stumbled toward the promise of food, warmth, and—most importantly—sleep.

Lucas pushed open the door to the inn, the warm scent of roasted meat and aged wood filling his senses. The interior was cozy, lit by the golden glow of lanterns hanging from wooden beams. A few patrons sat at round tables, nursing their drinks, while a stout, middle-aged innkeeper stood behind the counter, polishing a mug with a rag.

As Lucas and Lena approached the counter, the innkeeper, a burly man with a graying beard and an easygoing smirk, raised an eyebrow at them. His eyes flickered over their disheveled appearances before setting the mug down.

"Welcome to the Black Oak Inn," he said, voice deep and steady. "You two look like you’ve been through hell."

Lucas, too tired to banter, simply nodded. "Two separate rooms. Please."

The innkeeper paused, his smirk widening slightly. "Separate, huh?" His gaze flickered between them. "A fine-looking couple like you, and you’re not sharing a bed?"

Lena, who had been leaning against the counter, let out a groan. "Not this again."

Lucas pinched the bridge of his nose. "We’re not a couple."

The innkeeper let out a hearty laugh. "Aye, sure, sure. I hear that all the time." He shook his head, still amused. "But hey, none of my business. Two rooms it is."

He grabbed a pair of keys from under the counter and slid them toward Lucas. "Five silver for the night, includes a hot bath. Food’s extra."

Lucas dug into his pouch and counted out the coins, sliding them across the counter.

The innkeeper pocketed them with a nod. "Your rooms are upstairs, second and third doors on the left. Bath’s in the back. Enjoy your stay."

Lena snatched her key and wasted no time heading toward the bath, mumbling something about finally washing off the stink of the wild. Lucas followed her, both of them barely keeping their feet steady.

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The hot water was a blessing.

Lucas let out a long breath as he submerged himself, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly melt away. Dirt and dried sweat swirled into the water, evidence of their exhausting trek back to town.

For a moment, he simply sat there, letting the heat seep into his bones. His body ached in ways he hadn’t even noticed before. The weight of fatigue pressed against him, but at least for now, he could breathe.

Once he was clean, he quickly dried off, threw on fresh clothes, and made his way to his room.

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The moment he stepped inside, the exhaustion truly hit him.

His limbs felt like lead. His vision blurred at the edges. He barely managed to lock the door behind him before stumbling toward the bed.

The mattress was lumpy, the pillow thin—but at this point, it might as well have been the most luxurious thing in the world.

Lucas didn’t even bother pulling the blanket over himself. The second his head hit the pillow, sleep took him.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

And then—

A whisper.

At first, it was distant, like a breeze slipping through a crack in the window. Then it grew clearer, curling around the edges of his consciousness.

"Intruder."

Darkness wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud. Lucas felt weightless, drifting in an endless void where time had no meaning. His body refused to move, as if shackled by invisible chains.

Then, the whisper came.

"Intruder."

A slow, rasping voice, barely more than a breath against his ear.

Lucas’s chest tightened. His instincts screamed at him to move, to wake up, but his body remained frozen. A heavy presence loomed over him, unseen but undeniable.

"Intruder."

The voice slithered into his mind, deeper this time, laced with something ancient. Something malicious.

The cold touch of something unseen brushed against his arm.

Lucas fought against the paralysis, his mind clawing for control. His breathing quickened, the weight on his chest growing heavier.

Then, just as suddenly as it had come—

The presence vanished.

Lucas’s body lurched forward, his eyes snapping open as he gasped for air. His heart pounded in his ears.

The room was dimly lit, the lantern on the nightstand flickering slightly. Everything looked the same. His gear was still in the corner, his sword resting against the chair.

But the air was different.

Cold.

His breath came in short, uneven gasps as he wiped the sweat from his brow. His fingers trembled slightly.

Just a dream.

Or was it?

His eyes darted toward the door. Locked.

The window?

Still shut.

Nothing was out of place.

But the whisper still echoed in his mind.

"Intruder."

Lucas clenched his fists.

Something—or someone—had just made itself known to him.