When she finally lowered her hand, another minute had already gone by. A frown crossed the woman's face as she studied his body and the wounds that crisscrossed it. She clearly had expected her spell to achieve much more than they seemed to have. "The Beyond strongly calls to you, young one," she murmured. This was the first time the woman had talked to him in the past three days. Greg was immediately aware of the fact that the words hadn't been spoken in the english he knew from his previous life. He, however, seemed to have retained the comprehension of language the previous owner of this body had. As such, he could understand the words spoken by the woman. The woman's statement would have been incomprehensible to Greg back on earth. But in this world, or at least in this small remote village, there were no concepts of heaven or hell. The Beyond is where they believed spirits went after death. In short, she was saying that death was calling to him.The woman's gaze turned to his own

While the system seemed to have a vanilla, almost clinical, way of talking about it, Greg could feel his dick twitch at the thought of carrying out the missions. Of course, Greg wasn't under any illusions that he would be going this far with the healer today. Still, he couldn't help the excitement he felt when he thought of it. Especially given how hot the healer was. Greg had to summon all of his willpower to keep himself from tenting up the blanket he was covered by. Part of Greg was uncertain that any of this was actually happening. I mean, resurrection is enough of an unbelievable feat in and of itself. Now, on top of that, a raunchy system appears out of nowhere prompting him to engage in lewd behavior. What the hell was Greg supposed to make of all that? Another part of Greg, however, was equal parts curious and excited about it all, if he was being completely honest with himself. Between his doubt and curiosity, Greg chose to just go along and see where he'd end up. Also, altho

There were more missions after this, Greg, however, didn't read past this point as he immediately discarded this whole category from his mind. Greg didn't consider himself a prude, he could be quite open-minded and adventurous when he wanted to be. There were, however, lines that he just simply would not cross, even in the pursuit of pleasure. The rewards for this category also seemed to be relatively high as most were in the thousands. Greg, however, didn't care in the least. Without the slightest hesitation, he moved on to the next category. But if Greg had thought that the 'Twisted' missions were bad, he just now realized that they were nothing compared to the missions in the 'Rogue' category.The simplest way to put it was that, if the 'Twisted' missions played in the grey area, the 'Rogue' missions were firmly in the black. To put it another way, if the 'Twisted' were wrong on a personal level, then the 'Rogue' missions were simply illegal. Even in another world, in a remote vill

SOURCE OF MAGIC POINTS DETECTED! CURRENT DISTRIBUTION OF INCOMING MAGIC: HEALING -- 10% CONVERTED TO MAGIC POINTS -- 90% ADJUST? The last line of text was in a different color from the rest of the text on this screen. As such, Greg knew he could click on it. It didn't take a lot of thinking on Greg's part to figure out what was going on. For the past three days, the system had been siphoning away most of the magical energy that was meant to heal him in order to start itself up. Now that the system was up and running, Greg had the option of readjusting the distribution of magic. If he wanted, a hundred percent of the energy being pumped into his body through the rune could be used to heal him. On the other hand, he could also slow down the rate of healing that he was receiving by adjusting the amount of magical energy being directed towards healing to even lower than the ten percent it was already at. Greg clicked on the adjust button. A new screen popped up with a bar on it. On

Alena calmly looked down at the newborn baby as she bawled in her arms. "Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl," She stated, her lips tilting upwards for the briefest of moments before they once again straightened. The woman who'd just given birth smiled at the news as she reached out for her child. While the new mother seemed natural in her actions, Alena had picked up on the look of disappointment that had fleeted past her expression for a second. In this remote village in the mountains where hunting wild animals was the main source of sustenance, sons were considered to be more precious than daughters.Alena didn't really care. Having been all around this world, she had seen all kinds of attitudes towards both sons and daughters, both good and bad. Most were driven by the need to survive, others were relics of old tradition, and some the product of religious beliefs. She'd learned to detach long ago. As such, she didn't falter in the least as she handed the child to her mot