Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 130: Another Warning

Lucas gasped as the overwhelming surge of energy coursed through his body. His limbs trembled, his veins felt like molten fire, and his entire being vibrated with raw, untamed power. It wasn’t like leveling up. It wasn’t like gaining skills through a system.

This was different.

This was divine energy.

A golden aura flared around him, crackling with intensity. For a brief moment, he saw the world in fractals—layers upon layers of reality folding into each other. His body screamed in protest as if it was never meant to contain something so immense, yet it did not break.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the sensation stabilized.

Lucas fell to one knee, panting heavily. Sweat dripped from his forehead. His muscles twitched with residual energy, but his body had somehow accepted the transformation.

The Goddess of Fertility smiled in satisfaction. "There. You are now more than human, but less than a god."

The God of Technology chuckled. "Enjoy it while it lasts, kid."

Lucas pushed himself up, rolling his shoulders. He felt... different. Lighter. Faster. Stronger. His movements were more fluid, his thoughts sharper. He clenched his fists, and the air itself seemed to ripple around him.

For the first time since losing his system, he felt truly alive again.

But there was no time to bask in the sensation. He had work to do.

With a determined nod, he turned away from the gods. "This had better be worth it."

The Goddess of Fertility chuckled. "It will be."

Then, without another word, Lucas vanished from the divine place.

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A gust of displaced air signaled Lucas’s abrupt return.

The cavern was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering embers of a dying fire and the soft glow of enchanted moss clinging to the stone walls. The elves, weary and disheveled from their recent escape, turned toward him as one. Their expressions shifted from relief to pure bewilderment.

Lucas barely had time to react before a familiar blue blur shot through the air.

Splat!

The slime landed on his head, bouncing excitedly.

"Lucas! Lucas! You’re back!" it chirped, wobbling in delight. Then, suddenly, it stopped. Its gelatinous form trembled, shifting hues as if deep in thought.

"...Whoa," the slime finally said, its tone oddly serious. "You have her light now."

Lucas frowned. "Her light?"

The slime bobbed up and down. "Yes! You look like her! The girl I absorbed before!"

Before he could respond, murmurs rose from the gathered elves.

"He feels different..."

"His aura... it’s like that of an Elder Elf."

"No, more than that... it’s divine."

Lucas stiffened. The elves were staring at him not with fear, but something close to reverence. That made him more uncomfortable than if they had drawn their weapons against him.

Then, a single figure stepped forward.

Sylmira.

Her long blonde hair shimmered under the dim light, flowing down her back like liquid gold. Her emerald eyes—sharp and calculating—studied Lucas intently, as if trying to see through him.

"Lucas," Sylmira finally spoke, her voice calm but firm. "What did the gods say to you?"

Lucas exhaled sharply. He had expected this question.

The answer, however, was not something he could say out loud.

He wanted to speak, to tell them everything—how the gods from his world planned to merge their worlds together, how he had become their "test case," their experiment to see if humans from Earth could survive in this magic-filled world.

But the moment he even thought about forming the words—

A sharp pain lanced through his skull.

Lucas winced, his vision flickering for a split second. His throat constricted, as if an invisible force had wrapped around it. No sound came out.

Sylmira frowned. "Lucas?"

The other elves noticed his reaction too. Their whispers grew.

Lucas clenched his fists. Dammit.

The gods put a restriction on me.

It wasn’t just an unspoken agreement. It was a direct divine order. He physically could not speak the truth.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, steadying his thoughts. Think. What could he say instead?

After a moment, he straightened. "They..." He hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "They gave me a mission."

The elves exchanged glances.

Sylmira’s expression remained unreadable. "A mission?"

Lucas nodded. "They want me to... grow stronger. To gain influence in this world." He met her gaze. "They believe that my presence here isn’t just coincidence."

It wasn’t a lie. Not entirely.

The elves murmured again. Some nodded in understanding, while others still looked skeptical.

Sylmira studied him for a long moment before finally speaking. "That explains why you carry the aura of an Elder Elf... and something beyond it."

Lucas crossed his arms, forcing himself to remain composed. "And what does that mean?"

Sylmira let out a slow breath. "The Elders of our race—those who have lived for centuries and reached the peak of their magical potential—carry a similar divine presence." Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Yet yours is... incomplete. As if it was granted rather than earned."

Lucas inwardly cursed. She’s sharp.

He shrugged, trying to play it off. "Well, considering I got this from a literal goddess, that checks out."

Sylmira remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded. "Very well."

Lucas relaxed slightly. It seemed like the elves were willing to accept his explanation—for now.

But deep inside, he felt uneasy.

The gods had ensured that he couldn’t reveal the truth. That meant they still had plans for him.

Plans he hadn’t even begun to understand.

The slime suddenly wobbled atop his head, breaking the tension.

"Lucas! Lucas!" it chirped. "Your light is different from before, but it’s cool!"

Lucas sighed, grabbing the slime and pulling it off his head.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "Let’s hope it stays that way."

He had sixty days before his divine power ran out.

And in that time, he needed to figure out what the hell he was going to do next.

Lucas took a deep breath, steadying himself. He could still feel the lingering divine energy coursing through his veins, but there was no time to dwell on it. He needed information.

His gaze swept over the group of elves before settling on Sylmira.

"Where are we?" he asked, his voice calm but firm. "Are we still near Raventhorn, Velmoria?"

Sylmira’s expression darkened slightly. The other elves exchanged uncertain glances before she finally spoke.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "We are far from Raventhorn."

Lucas frowned. "How far?"

Sylmira let out a slow breath. "Far enough that returning won’t be easy." Her voice was laced with bitterness. "We were taken, Lucas. Captured and sold like cattle."

Lucas’s expression hardened. "Sold?"

Sylmira’s emerald eyes burned with barely restrained fury. "The corrupt nobles of Velmoria—those who see our kind as nothing more than property. They run a thriving slave trade in secret, despite the kingdom’s so-called ’laws’ against it."

Lucas clenched his fists. He had heard whispers of corruption in Velmoria, but slavery?

Sylmira continued. "The market for elves is lucrative. Especially for nobles seeking rare bloodlines, exotic servants, or worse... entertainment." Her jaw tightened. "We were captured by mercenaries and sold at an auction."

Lucas exhaled sharply. "And where are we now?"

"A holding camp—or what’s left of it," she said, glancing around the dim cavern. "This place was used as a temporary drop-off point for illegal slave trade. But something went wrong. The nobles’ enforcers were supposed to collect us days ago, but... they never came."

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"We don’t know..."

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The elves, still weary from their ordeal, had little choice but to rest for the night. Their bodies were weak from prolonged mana deprivation, and exhaustion weighed heavily on them. Even Sylmira, despite her sharp focus, showed signs of fatigue.

Lucas, however, felt wide awake. The divine energy coursing through him made sleep feel unnecessary. His body thrummed with power, yet his mind was restless.

Stepping outside the cavern, he took a deep breath of the cool night air. The sky stretched above him, dotted with stars, and at its center, a luminous silver moon bathed the landscape in pale light.

Lucas exhaled. It felt surreal.

A world without his system. A world where gods played with fate. And now... a world where he was no longer entirely human.

Just as he was beginning to clear his thoughts, a familiar squelching sound came from above.

Plop!

His slime companion landed on his shoulder, wobbling slightly before settling into place.

"Lucas! Lucas!" it chirped.

Lucas sighed, rubbing his temple. "You’re not gonna let me have a moment of peace, are you?"

The slime wobbled aggressively. "Lucas! There’s something coming!"

Lucas tensed. "What?"

The slime quivered, shifting colors slightly. "Something is approaching you right now! It’s already so close!"

Lucas’s hand instinctively moved to his weapon. His gaze flickered around the landscape. Empty. The wind rustled the sparse vegetation, but there were no figures, no shadows—nothing.

His grip tightened. "I don’t see anyone."

The slime trembled. "Lucas, it’s right here."

Then—

A deep, resonant voice echoed through the darkness.

"It has been a long time, hasn’t it?"

Lucas’s blood ran cold.

That voice—he knew it.

Zareth.

Lucas’s throat went dry.

"You have a different fire now, Lucas," Zareth murmured, his voice smooth yet brimming with an ancient weight. "But don’t you dare try to light this world with your flames."