Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 125 - Do you need power?

Lucas’s eyes widened as he turned toward the voice. A familiar face, though marred with dirt and exhaustion, peered at him through the bars. It was her—the elf who had saved him from the lava slime when he first arrived in this world.

His mind blanked for a moment, struggling to reconcile the proud, confident warrior he remembered with the broken figure in front of him. Her blonde hair, once shining under the sun, was now matted and unkempt. Her emerald eyes, filled with fire back then, were dulled by suffering.

"Y-You..." Lucas stammered, his throat suddenly dry. "What the hell happened to you?"

The elf gripped the bars weakly, her hands trembling. "No time... You must help us... Please."

Lucas clenched his fists. His instincts screamed at him to act, to do something—anything—but reality crashed down on him like a hammer.

He had no power.

No system.

No means to fight back.

A hollow feeling of helplessness settled in his gut. His body tensed, his breathing shallow. He had always relied on the system, even when he didn’t fully understand it. Now, he was just... human.

And humans didn’t stand a chance against slavers.

"I—" Lucas swallowed hard, his mind racing for options, for something, anything that he could do.

And then, the slime beside him quivered.

"Do you need power?"

Lucas froze. His breath hitched. The voice was inside his head.

The slime, the same one that had been clinging to him playfully just moments ago, now radiated something different. Something ancient. Something... overwhelming.

He turned to it, his mouth parting in confusion. "Wha—"

Before he could respond, a loud voice suddenly echoed outside.

"There! The intruder is inside the tent!"

Lucas’s blood ran cold.

A group of men, heavily armed, stormed in, their weapons drawn. Their eyes locked onto him like a pack of wolves spotting prey.

"Get him!" one of them roared.

Lucas barely had time to process before the slime pulsed, its form suddenly shifting.

"Accept me."

Lucas barely had time to think.

"Yes!" he shouted.

The slime’s body suddenly flared with blinding light.

Before Lucas could even react, it launched itself toward him.

Straight to his head.

The moment it made contact, his entire body convulsed.

A raw, searing energy flooded his veins, like molten fire coursing through his very being. His vision blurred, his thoughts scattering in a thousand directions. His body felt weightless—no, limitless—as if every fiber of his being was being rewritten.

His muscles tensed, his senses sharpened, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity...

He felt powerful.

Lucas gasped, his hands clenching as energy surged through him like a tidal wave.

"What... the fuck...?"

Lucas barely had a second to process the sensation before the first slaver lunged at him, a jagged blade glinting under the dim torchlight.

His body moved on its own.

With a sudden burst of speed, he sidestepped the attack effortlessly, his vision catching every twitch in the man’s muscles, every shift in his footing. His instincts screamed—counterattack!

Before he even thought about it, his fist lashed out.

A sickening crack echoed through the tent as his knuckles met the slaver’s jaw. The man’s head snapped to the side violently, his body lifting off the ground before crashing down in a lifeless heap.

Lucas blinked.

What... the hell?

No time to think.

Another attacker charged, swinging a short axe. Lucas ducked under the strike with unnatural fluidity, his body twisting in a way that should’ve been impossible. He felt the air shift as the blade narrowly missed his skull.

Another opening.

His leg shot out in a powerful kick, slamming into the man’s ribs.

The slaver let out a choked scream as his torso bent unnaturally. His body was thrown across the tent, crashing into the iron bars of a cage. The elves inside flinched as the impact rattled their prison.

Lucas stared at his hands, his breath ragged.

This was different.

His body was light, responsive—no, unnatural. He felt no resistance, no hesitation. It was as if something was guiding his movements, optimizing them for maximum efficiency.

His instincts were no longer his own.

Another opponent. Two of them.

They rushed at him together, one with a spear, the other with a curved sword.

Lucas twisted his body, dodging the spear by mere inches. His hand shot forward, grabbing the spear shaft and yanking it to the side. The slaver stumbled, and Lucas’s other hand struck like a viper—fingers driving into the man’s throat.

The slaver collapsed, gasping for breath, his hands clutching his crushed windpipe.

The swordsman hesitated.

Lucas’s eyes locked onto him.

He could feel the fear radiating from the man.

For the first time, he wasn’t the one afraid.

A grin almost curled at Lucas’s lips, but then—

The man turned to run.

Lucas lunged forward.

His fingers wrapped around the back of the slaver’s head, yanking him backward before slamming him face-first into the ground.

The impact was brutal.

Too brutal.

Blood splattered across the dirt floor.

Lucas took a shaky step back, his heart pounding in his chest.

His breathing grew erratic.

Something was wrong.

These weren’t monsters. These were people.

And yet... every blow he delivered, every strike he landed, felt precise—too precise. His hands didn’t hesitate. His body didn’t flinch.

His attacks were not meant to incapacitate.

They were meant to kill.

Lucas looked down at the broken bodies around him, their blood pooling at his feet.

His stomach churned.

He had fought before. He had killed monsters. But this... this was different.

His fingers trembled. His breathing turned shallow.

Was this... really him?

Or was it something else?

The slime’s voice echoed in his mind.

"Do you need power?"

Lucas clenched his fists.

No.

No, this was wrong.

Something inside him had changed.

But it was too late.

The damage was already done.

Outside, the camp was in chaos. More slavers would come. He needed to move.

But for the first time since coming to this world...

He wasn’t sure if he was still human.

Lucas took a deep breath, shoving his thoughts aside. The slavers were dead—he couldn’t afford to freeze now. The elf woman still clung weakly to the bars, her desperate eyes locked onto him.

"Can you stand?" he asked, his voice steadier than he felt.

She nodded shakily. "Just... get us out."

Lucas turned to the cages. The locks were old iron, rusted but still strong. He grabbed one and yanked—his muscles tensed, and to his surprise, the metal groaned under his grip. With one final pull, the lock snapped clean off.

The elves inside gasped.

He moved quickly, breaking open each cage with unnatural ease. The elves, hesitant at first, slowly stepped out, their expressions torn between fear and relief.

Lucas turned to the elf who had saved him before. "Can you lead them?"

She nodded. "Yes. But how are we escaping? More will come."

Before Lucas could answer, the slime suddenly detached from his body, landing softly on the dirt floor. It wobbled, then pulsed with an eerie glow.

"We go back to the cave."

Lucas frowned. "Wait, wha—"

The ground beneath them shone with a bright, intricate pattern—runes swirling in a perfect circle. A pulse of energy filled the air, crackling with power.

The elves gasped in alarm.

Lucas barely had time to react before the light consumed them all.

In an instant, the world around him twisted.

The camp vanished.

And the next thing he knew—

He was standing inside a dark, familiar cavern.

Lucas steadied himself as the dizziness from the teleportation faded. The cold, damp air of the cavern settled around him, a stark contrast to the bloodied battlefield they had just left. The elves were scattered, some leaning against the rocky walls, others slumping to the ground in exhaustion. Their eyes held a mixture of fear, relief, and uncertainty.

His gaze quickly found the elf woman—the one who had saved him from the lava slime all that time ago. She was still catching her breath, but her emerald eyes remained sharp.

Lucas exhaled. "What the hell happened to you all? How did you end up in a slave camp?"

The elf woman straightened, her hands curling into fists. "Our home... was destroyed."

Lucas frowned. "Destroyed? How?"

She took a shaky breath, her expression darkening. "The humans came. They invaded our forest, cut down our sacred tree, and burned everything. Those of us who resisted were slaughtered. The rest..." Her voice faltered for a second. "We were taken. Sold. Separated."

Lucas clenched his jaw. "How far were you taken from your home?"

Her eyes flickered with pain. "Far. We do not know where we are now, only that we were moved through human lands for weeks. Some of our people were sold along the way."

Lucas let out a slow breath, trying to process it all. He had heard of conflict between races in this world, but this—this was something else. An outright slaughter and enslavement.

His fingers twitched. He wasn’t sure if it was anger or something else bubbling beneath his skin.

"You mean to tell me," he said, voice low, "that there are more of you out there? More elves, still trapped, still enslaved?"

The elf woman nodded solemnly. "Yes. And we do not know where they are."

Lucas ran a hand through his hair. This was bad. Really bad. He had stumbled into something much bigger than just his own survival.

He took a deep breath. "So what now? Do you have a plan?"

The elf hesitated before answering. "We must regroup. Find our scattered kin. And take back what was stolen."

Lucas stared at her, at the determination burning in her tired eyes.

Something in his gut told him this wasn’t going to be simple.

And something in his mind whispered—

"Do you need power?"