Soulbound: The System Of Temptation

Chapter Eight: Unexpected gains 2

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 one end of the bar was the label, 'MAGIC POINTS', and on the other end of the bar was the label, 'HEALING'. The bar was divided into two parts. The larger of the two parts was cyan blue and on the 'Magic points' end of the bar. This part covered exactly ninety percent of the bar. The other ten percent of the bar was neon green and was on the 'HEALING' end of the bar. There was a small pointer on the bar resting exactly where the two partitions of the bar met. Greg intuitively knew that to change the distribution of the magical energy he was receiving, he'd have to move this pointer. The closer to one end the pointer was, the more energy the label on the other end would receive. As things currently stood, the pointer was a lot closer to the 'HEALING' end of the bar.

Greg was torn. A part of him wanted to channel a hundred percent of the magical energy into healing. Being constantly weak and in pain was not exactly a pleasant feeling. The prospect of being completely healed was really tempting, he couldn't lie. At the same time, however, Greg didn't want to raise any suspicions. Thus far it had been an uphill climb to heal him. If, he could suddenly be healed without any issues, wouldn't that raise questions? On the other hand, his second question of how to get Magic points had now also been answered, and Greg would be lying if he said that he wasn't seriously tempted by the prospect of garnering a whole slew of Magic points. Clicking on the pointer, Greg moved it so that, twenty percent of the magical energy would go into healing, and the other eighty percent would be converted into Magic points. Rather than going all-in on healing, Greg chose to slowly increase it. In so doing, his rate of recovery would increase, but not so drastically as to raise eyebrows. At the same time, whatever these magical points were, Greg could amass some as a result of the healing.

Greg had just finished adjusting the distribution of magical energy when the green light gushed forth from the rune on the healer's palm. Before, when the healing had been taking place, Greg's mind had usually been occupied by the sensations of his body during the process. This time, however, Greg was focused on the counter that kept a tally of the number of magical points he had. Given that this was all new to Greg, he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Still, his eyes did widen when he saw the rate at which he was earning magic points. The digits in the ones and tens place value were just a blur, the digit in the hundreds place value was a bit slower, but also changing fast enough that every three seconds, the digit in the thousands place value ticked upwards. In other words, Greg gained a thousand magic points every three seconds!

Greg was uncertain whether this was due to how easy it was to earn magical points or a reflection of just how powerful the woman before him was. Part of him wanted to believe that it was the former, Greg, however, couldn't shake the feeling that it was most likely the latter. After a minute of healing, Greg had twenty thousand magic points. By the third minute, the tally stood at sixty thousand and counting. However, it was usually by this point that the healer begins to struggle with maintaining her magical output and the same was reflected in the counter. By the end of the fourth minute, Greg's magic points total stood at seventy-two thousand. And by the fifth when she finally gave up, beads of sweat on her forehead, Greg had seventy-seven thousand magical points in total.

The healer took a few seconds after she was done to compose herself. Though her face didn't show it, he knew she was giving herself time to allow the pain to slowly ebb away. Greg knew next to nothing about magic, however, instinctively, he knew that magic shouldn't cause the kind of pain he could see in the healer every time she used her magic for prolonged periods. There was a story behind why someone as powerful as her could only use her magic for as little time as she seemed to be capable of. Greg, however, didn't pry. They weren't as yet that close. After about fifteen seconds, the healer let out a slow breath before turning her attention back to the basin by the bedside.

The water in the basin had already been boiling for about two minutes by now. This, however, didn't seem to bother the healer as she crouched down once again to continue her preparation of the water. With a wave of her hand, the red-hot rune that had been heating the water was dispelled. In short order, the healer had weaved another intricate rune, this time of an icy-blue hue. Greg could feel the heat in the room drop a bit as the rune quickly cooled the boiling water down. With another incantation and wave of her hand, all the plant parts that the healer had thrown into the basin rose out of the water on their own. There was a burst of flames as they were reduced to ash before the ball of ash was sent out the window. The water left behind was a clear mint green and gave off a refreshing herbal smell.

When the white cloth on the healer's shoulder was dipped inside the basin of water, somehow, it didn't come out tinted green like the water. Instead, it remained as pristine white as before. When pressed against his skin, there was a cool sensation with the slight stinging that was common among antiseptics. By now, Greg had calmed down and his heart stopped racing. There were a few missions that he'd thought he could do that still remained undone. However, Greg felt that he'd already had enough excitement for a day. As such he had planned to lie back and enjoy the wipe-down before resting afterward.

A few minutes later, however, Greg's eyes opened wide as saucers when he felt the healer's hand wrap around his thick cock. The first shock came from the fact that he actually still had a boner. How in the hell had it not gone down yet? Even back on earth, with all the raging hormones he'd had, being distracted by other things, as he had been with the system, would have caused him to lose a boner. In the present, however, his dick remained defiantly hard despite not receiving much attention from either one of them. Was he so blue-balled from all the time he'd gotten an eyeful of the healer's tempting body? Or was there some other reason behind his dick remaining tough as steel?

The other shock that Greg felt was from the fact that the healer was wiping down that part of him. He hadn't been aware of his boner, but she had to have seen the monster sticking up like a flag pole. Given her straight-shooter, no-nonsense attitude, Greg would have expected her to avoid it and go around it. Or, perhaps, wait until it had gone down before attending to it. Apparently, however, serious, didn't mean shy. With barely a flinch or change in expression, she just used the cloth to wipe down his raging boner, paying particular attention to the head.

Greg's eyes, which had gone wide just a moment before, became half-lidded as the cloth ran up and down the length of his cock. Part of him knew that to the woman, this was just a simple cleaning routine. That, however, didn't in the least take away any of the pleasure he felt from her ministrations. If he wasn't so weak and injured, Greg was certain that he would have humped upwards when he felt the healer's bare hand try to wrap around the girth of his dick. With a firm hold on his junk, the healer pushed it up against his belly and began to wipe down his balls. Though not nearly as sensitive as the head of his cock, even this contact sent tendrils of pleasure coursing through Greg.