Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 122 - Judgement

Before Lucas could fully process the weight of the system’s words, a sudden force yanked him upward.

His stomach lurched.

The room blurred, the wooden floor vanishing beneath his feet. Air rushed past him, his limbs flailing as if gravity had momentarily lost its grip. Then—darkness.

For a brief moment, there was nothing.

Then, light.

Lucas gasped as he snapped into consciousness, eyes wide as he found himself kneeling on a cold marble floor. The scent of burning oil filled his lungs, mixing with something rich and perfumed.

Torches.

Dozens of them lined the walls, casting flickering shadows across the opulent chamber he now found himself in. Ornate pillars rose toward a vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings that depicted celestial battles—warriors clashing against monstrous beings, halos of light meeting storms of darkness.

Lucas swallowed hard.

This was not the inn.

And then, he felt it.

An overwhelming presence.

The torches flickered violently, their flames bending unnaturally toward the center of the room, as if drawn by an unseen force. The air turned thick, suffused with something ancient—something divine.

A golden radiance erupted above him.

Lucas barely had time to react before his body was pinned down by an invisible weight, forcing him into a deeper kneel. His lungs burned as the pressure bore down on him, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

And then—she appeared.

Descending from the radiant void, her form was sculpted from divine light. Flowing robes of shimmering gold trailed behind her, untouched by the world’s filth. Her presence was both mesmerizing and terrifying—a beauty so pure it threatened to sear his very soul.

In her outstretched hand, a sphere of light floated—a pulsating, glowing core, its surface wrapped in spiraling chains of fire.

Lucas’s heart dropped.

He knew what that was.

His system.

Bound. Sealed. Ripped from him.

His entire body trembled with instinctual horror.

And then, her voice came—smooth yet sharp, like a blade bathed in holy fire.

"Outlander."

Lucas flinched.

The sheer disgust in her tone sent a cold shiver through him. It was not the voice of an indifferent god. It was the voice of one who despised him.

Solmara.

Goddess of Light. Arbiter of Justice. The divine force whose blessed knight he had unknowingly wronged.

The chains around the sphere tightened, and for the first time, Lucas felt it—an unbearable emptiness clawing at his soul. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

His system.

It was gone.

"You are unworthy of this gift," Solmara declared, her golden eyes burning into his very existence. "An outsider who dares to defile the sacred. A wretched sinner unfit for mercy."

Lucas could hardly speak.

His body felt wrong, as if a fundamental part of him had been stripped away. The system’s presence—its voice, its sarcasm, its guiding influence—was no longer there.

It had never been silent before.

And now, it was completely gone.

Solmara’s expression did not change as she raised the bound sphere higher, the flames around it roaring to life.

"You have taken what is not yours. You have trespassed where you do not belong. You have stained that which is pure."

Her gaze bore down on him like an executioner preparing the final strike.

"For your sins, Outlander..."

The chains ignited with a blinding intensity.

"You shall be judged."

Lucas gritted his teeth, his entire body screaming in defiance. His instincts roared at him to fight, to resist, to do something—but the moment he tried to move, a horrifying realization hit him.

He had nothing.

The system was gone.

His strength, his abilities—everything that had made him more than an ordinary man—vanished.

A deep emptiness filled his core, leaving him weak and vulnerable in a way he hadn’t felt in years. His muscles, once honed and strengthened by countless battles, now felt like dead weight. His mind, once sharp with the system’s constant guidance, now reeled in a disorienting fog.

Solmara remained unmoved.

She raised her hand, her fingers glowing with divine energy, and the flames around the bound system flared brighter.

"You think yourself strong, Outlander?" Her voice was calm, yet dripping with disdain. "Without your stolen power, you are nothing."

Lucas clenched his fists, a growl building in his throat. He had fought gods, monsters, and impossible odds before. He wasn’t going to kneel. He wasn’t going to accept this.

He lunged forward.

The moment his foot left the ground, fire erupted around him.

WHOOOM!

A sphere of searing flames engulfed him, swallowing him whole. The heat was unbearable, an all-consuming inferno that burned not just his body, but something deeper—his very soul. It felt as if reality itself rejected him, twisting and warping around him like an unnatural force wrenching him from existence.

He screamed, but no sound escaped.

His vision blurred. The chamber, the torches, the divine figure of Solmara—everything twisted, shattered, and collapsed into a void of endless fire.

Then—

Nothing.

And then—

Wind.

Lucas gasped as his eyes snapped open.

His lungs burned as he took in ragged breaths, his hands clawing at solid ground beneath him.

Ground?

His fingers dug into rough stone. Cold. Jagged.

The sound of howling wind filled his ears.

Lucas forced himself up, blinking rapidly as his vision adjusted.

He was no longer in that accursed chamber.

Instead, he stood on the edge of a vast, desolate cliffside. A sheer drop stretched before him, leading into an endless abyss. The sky above was a deep, overcast gray, heavy with storm clouds that swirled ominously.

Where...?

He turned sharply, scanning his surroundings.

Nothing.

No torches. No marble floors. No divine presence looming over him.

No Lena.

His heart pounded. "Lena!" he called out, his voice barely carrying over the wind.

Silence.

His mind raced.

Solmara had banished him. Stripped him of his system. Taken everything.

And now, he was stranded in a place he didn’t recognize, with no power, no guidance, and no way back.

His stomach twisted as realization fully set in.

He was alone.

Lucas stood frozen at the edge of the cliff, staring up at the vast, storm-ridden sky.

His mind was blank.

No system. No strength. No Lena.

He had nothing.

The wind howled around him, cold and merciless, as if the world itself rejected his presence. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides, but there was no power behind them—just frail, human weakness.

For the first time in a long time, he had no idea what to do.

What now?

His entire existence had revolved around surviving, fighting, carving his own path. But now? Solmara had taken everything from him in an instant, leaving him stranded in a world he didn’t recognize, with no allies and no direction.

A low, bitter laugh escaped his lips. "So this is it, huh?"

The sky gave him no answer.

His body ached, not from wounds, but from sheer emptiness. It was as if a part of him had been carved out, leaving a hollow shell in its place. His muscles still remembered the strength that had once been there, but now... there was nothing. Just dead weight.

Lucas exhaled and looked down at his hands. I need to find a way out of here.

Before he could take a step—

Something bounced against his leg.

"Geh—?!"

Lucas stumbled slightly, his heart jolting from the sudden contact. He whipped around, expecting some kind of hostile creature—only to find...

A slime.

A small, translucent blob of blue gelatin wobbled in place, its surface rippling like liquid.

Lucas stared.

The slime tilted slightly, then suddenly boinked into his leg again.

Before he could react, a smooth, almost sultry voice purred from the tiny creature.

"Mmm... you feel different."

Lucas froze.

Did... did the slime just speak? And—why did it sound like a woman?!

He took a cautious step back, eyes narrowing. "Did you just—?"

The slime wobbled, its liquid form shimmering under the gray sky. "You’re... broken," it murmured, voice dripping with curiosity. "You smelled like power, but now? Mmm... empty~."

Lucas tensed.

It could sense that he had lost his system?

He exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples. "Great. Even talking slimes can tell I’m useless now."

The slime wobbled in what looked like a teasing sway. "Not useless," it cooed. "Just... weak."

Lucas shot it a deadpan look. "Again, not helping."

The slime giggled—a soft, lilting sound that sent an unnatural shiver down his spine. It was one thing to hear words from a slime. It was another to hear a voice that sounded like a playful temptress coming from a blob of goo.

"But broken things can be fixed," the slime purred, nudging his boot gently. "Maybe I can help~?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You a repair slime or something?"

The slime jiggled in what looked like a lazy stretch. "Mmm... maybe~."

Lucas sighed. Of course.

Still, something about this creature was off. Slimes weren’t supposed to talk, much less recognize power—or the lack of it.

And yet, this one had found him.

Lucas studied it for a long moment before crouching down, staring into its oddly expressive form.

"Alright, little lady," he muttered. "If you’re so smart, got any ideas on where the hell I am?"

The slime jiggled excitedly. "Mhm! Danger~!"