Artur swallowed hard. His heart pounded, not just from lust, but from the realization that tonight was the first night. The System’s Quiz had turned it into a mission, and that meant a huge reward.“Want what, Sweetheart?” Artur asked, his voice hoarse. He gently stroked Amel’s cheek, absorbing every bit of the confusing energy and passion radiating from her eyes.Amel bit her lower lip, staring straight into Artur’s eyes. “I don’t want you far away anymore. I want to be here, with you. All night.”Artur smiled. His Charisma +3 seemed to be working wonders. He lifted Amel slightly off the floor, hugging her tighter, and kissed her again, a kiss that was now full of promise and certainty.“If you want it, I want it too, Sweetheart,” Artur whispered.Amel gasped. She pulled away briefly, looking around Artur’s simple but clean dorm room.“I… I’m nervous, Artur,” she admitted, her voice barely audible.Artur took both her hands. “You don’t need to be nervous. It’s just us here, Amel. I w

Artur gave a slight smile, a cold smirk that completely mismatched his formerly naive student face. His sharp gaze met Rian’s—his rich, arrogant rival—without the slightest hint of fear. Behind Rian, four burly friends spread out, forming a threatening semicircle, as if cornering prey.“Amel?” Artur repeated the name, his voice calm but containing an unexpected edge of danger. “You talk about Amel as if she’s your property.”Rian let out a scoffing laugh, forced and full of bitterness. “I’ve been pursuing her since semester one, kid! Then suddenly you show up, showing off ill-gotten cash, giving her a cheap ring, and you think she’s going to choose a poor student like you?”“I heard you’re a suddenly rich, self-proclaimed hero. Don't go near Amel again!” Rian barked, pointing his finger at Artur’s chest.Artur glanced at the finger, then looked back at Rian’s face, which was red with anger. “First, I’m not pretending to be rich. I *am* rich,” Artur replied, his tone flat, as if statin

His first steps carried him across the darkness, away from the boarding house. The speed of the Pre-Cultivator, now refined to Level B Durability, allowed him to move with terrifying agility, his body absorbing fatigue with extraordinary efficiency.He covered the distance between the boarding house and the Alpha Campus Old Gym in five minutes—an anomaly nearly impossible for normal human speed.The gym was deserted. The smell of iron and cold sweat greeted him. Only an old fluorescent light in the center of the hall was on, revealing the silhouette of a single woman training amidst the dark shadows in the corner of the gym. That was Diana, surrounded by the shackles of protection, her body taut with cold iron.Artur smiled. A perfect scenario.Artur began to advance toward the corner, slowing his pace. Maintaining his composure, he took out a white handkerchief and wiped the back of his neck, pretending to have just arrived. Artur anticipated the moment he would interact with Diana.

The third thug swallowed hard, the movement of his Adam's apple clearly audible in the tense silence of the gym. His eyes darted frantically from Banu’s blood-soaked face toward Artur, who stood tall as if he had just finished a light warm-up. Cold sweat beaded on his temples.“N-no… No need, Boss,” he stammered, taking a hesitant step back. “I… I was just following along.”Artur chuckled, the low, cold sound of his laughter raising the thug’s hackles. “Oh, so now you were ‘just following along’? Earlier, you seemed quite eager to ‘stab his heavenly hole.’”The thug’s face was deathly pale. He glanced at Banu, hoping for an order or some help, but all he saw was a look of sheer terror from his downed leader.“I… I misspoke, man. I swear,” he pleaded, raising both hands in surrender.Artur stopped smiling. His expression returned to being flat and emotionless. “Unfortunately, I don’t like people who misspeak.”In a flash, Artur wa

“Feeling stronger, aren’t you?” Artur whispered, a triumphant smile etched on his lips. He could feel Diana’s surging new energy, directly connected to his system.Diana pushed herself up to sit, her eyes, usually filled with athletic focus, now wide with astonishment. She clenched and unclenched her fists, feeling the raw power pulsing through every muscle fiber. “Insane… this is insane,” she mumbled. “All my exhaustion is gone. My muscles feel like they’ve been recharged with a nuclear battery. This… this is what you meant by Stat Sharing?”“Exactly,” Artur replied, sitting down beside her, no longer feeling awkward about their nudity. Their bond was now more than just physical; it was an alliance of power. “Ten percent of my current stamina is now yours. And as I grow stronger, you grow stronger too.”“Oh my God, Artur…” Diana looked at Artur with a