Ethan stumbled out of the tavern, pretending to be drunk. The beer had hit him harder than expected earlier, but that Poison Resistance skill had kicked in just in time, clearing his head like a grandma detox recipe. More importantly, it saved the boy from being assassinated.

Apparently, the two tall women—Gabriella and Celine had come to kill him, or so it seemed from their attitudes. They thought he was some kind of depraved man, which was fair to assume. But did that warrant killing him?

Ethan's erection throbbed painfully against his pants. It was a reminder of the Asmodeus Curse's ticking clock. It was only a few hours left before the penalties hit.

The Cromwell heir grimaced. Gabriella and Celine's massive breasts flashed in his mind. They had actually flashed their naked tits at him, and the effect had been an uncanny spike in his hormones. Who were they really?

Like sculpted dreams, the women's mounds were unearthly, perfect, and artistic. But then they wanted to kill Ethan. Their height and their presence screamed trouble. How powerful were they?

Ethan needed to think. He spotted a nearby fountain in the town square. The boy bought a tankard of spiced cider from a street vendor and slumped onto the fountain's marble edge. The drink was warm and tangy, helping steady his nerves as he weighed his options.

Those women were no ordinary stalkers. Seven feet tall, and curves that he had never seen before. They knew him by name. Were the women assassins sent by the Orcs? That was unlikely.

Bounty hunters? Or something worse? In Promiscua, threats came in all shapes, but these felt different. He needed answers, and fast.

"System," he whispered, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Who were those women at the bar? Gabriella and Celine?"

The interface flickered to life in his vision, the familiar blue glow overlaying the night scene.

[Query: Identity of Gabriella and Celine]

[Response: They are ANGELS. Further details are restricted. Your Intelligence attribute in the CHARACTER sub-section of the LEVELING section is too low (4/10). Increase Intelligence to access and comprehend advanced information.]

Ethan grimaced. Was the system telling him he was too dumb? But the superficial information was intriguing. Angels? Like, halo-and-wings angels? That explained the unearthly beauty and their commanding presence.

But why were Gabriella and Celine after him? He pulled up his stats, remembering the attribute points he had won from the recent quest. 10 APs were unspent.

LEVELING section

[Level 2]

[PHYSICAL: Strength—5/10, Beauty—7/10, Agility—2/10, Libido—4/10, xlockedx, xlocked]

[MAGICAL: Soul—3/10, Grimoire—3/10, xlockedx]

[CHARACTER: Intelligence—4/10, Perversion—4/10, Faith—4/10, xlockedx, xlockedx]

[DESTINY: Luck—3/10, xlockedx, xlockedx]

[Allotted points: 36/900]

[Unalloted points: 10]

Ethan's Intelligence was 4/10, which did seem low from a mean-median perspective. "Allocate 6 points to Intelligence," he muttered.

[Intelligence increased: 4→10]

The change hit him like a mental caffeine rush. His thoughts sharpened, and connections formed faster, as if his brain had upgraded its processor.

"Whoa, that's intense." He felt smarter and more perceptive. In fact, several plans and possibilities started forming in his brain with no effort.

"Put the remaining four into Luck."

[Luck increased: 3→7]

A subtle warmth spread through him, like fortune smiling down from above. Ethan had chosen to boost his Luck because he had barely any lately. Immediately, notifications flooded his vision.

[Intelligence has reached maximum (10/10). System upgrade unlocked. You may now name the system for personalized interaction.]

Ethan blinked. Name the system? It had always been this impersonal interface, like a video game HUD. However, personalization could be useful, making it feel more like an AI ally. He pondered for a moment. "Name it Cassandra," he said.

[System Naming Confirmed: Cassandra]

[System Leveling Up to 2.0]

The interface shimmered, evolving before his eyes. The blue glow brightened, menus snapping open faster, and the transitions became smoother. It was like an OS upgrade or going from dial-up to fiber optic. The sections and sub-sections remained the same, though.

[Upgrade Complete. Hello, Ethan. I am Cassandra]

The voice in his head was new. Feminine, calm, with a hint of warmth. It was not robotic anymore, but almost human, matching more that of a medieval governess.

[With this upgrade, I can now act autonomously to protect you in situations where you are unable to react or are unconscious. This includes deploying skills, issuing warnings, or even minor interventions. Do you grant permission?]

Ethan hesitated. Autonomy again? He had suffered horribly the last time he had allowed such a transition. It was a double-edged sword. But the system had actually saved him in many situations, for example, when it molted him into User2 Cassie.

A backup could save his life in a world full of ambushes and curses, especially now that Cassandra AI was more sentient and communicative.

"Alright. Permission granted."

[Permission Accepted. Protection Protocol Activated.]

[Additionally, I can now provide information on various subjects related to Promiscua, such as history, lore, entities, and threats. Query me as needed.]

"Hmm. Cassandra, tell me about those women—Gabriella and Celine. Share everything that you have."

[Query Processing...]

[Information is classified…]

[Accessing Akashic Records…] [Successful]

[Output: Gabriella and Celine are bottom-tier angels from the Celestial Realm. They are stronger than most mortal species and are immortal. Angels are virgin entities whose chastity gives them tremendous power. They are the subordinates of Archangel Michael, the highest-ranking angel in the heavenly hierarchy.]

[Gabriella: She possesses the Labrys, a golden axe that once split open Zeus' head. It has the capability even to defeat gods.]

[Celine: She wields the Spear of Longinus, which has the power to change destiny.]

[Both angels can control nature's elements, can levitate and fly, and have unlimited stamina and energy]

Ethan's blood ran cold. Michael? That bastard tried to hack into his Root Directory to achieve autonomy and free access to his system. It was Cassandra's journal that saved him.

So, Michael was sending his goons now to get Ethan? Trying something new and shady instead of direct confrontation? What was he scared of?

"Why are they after me?" he asked the system.

[Based on angelic protocols, they view you as a vessel of Asmodeus because of the curse and your outsider aura. Michael's mandate is to eliminate demonic influences. They may seek to capture, exorcise, and eliminate you.]

"This kind of sounds diplomatic. Tell me, Cassandra, why does Michael want access to my root directory?"

[The information is classified. It will be unlocked when the User reaches Level 3.]

"Hmph. Another restriction. Alright. This secret must be huge to be locked away even from an advanced AI like Cassandra."

Ethan sipped his cider. Misleading Gabriella and Selina towards the abandoned shrine had been a masterstroke. It was a vine-choked ruin on the town's edge, perfect for an ambush. But he had to be prepared to face angels.

Ethan already had trouble tackling Orcs. How could he defeat a much superior species, that too two of them? Moreover, the boy intended to use the women as cum-buckets. The Asmodeus Curse would kick in otherwise. It was simply combining business with pleasure.

The town square was still lively, women milling about, many casting hungry glances his way. His fertility made him a magnet, and after the tavern tease, he saw more beauties gathering around him.

Ethan stood. "Ladies of Gulchtown!" he called out. "I seek volunteers for a private gathering at the abandoned shrine in northern Gulchtown. Are there any beautiful souls eager for adventure? The first twelve to join me will be rewarded handsomely with my seed."

The response was immediate. A surge of women scrambled forward, flashing smiles, cleavages, and even hiking skirts as if it were a couch audition.

Ethan asked them to come to him in a queue. He selected the females carefully. A curvaceous redhead with freckles and a mischievous grin. An athletic brunette dancer with hips that swayed sinfully. A blonde barmaid whose breasts were almost anime-like.

And so on… Each hottie he chose was a stunner even by Promiscua standards. They were horny and willing, thinking it was the luckiest day of their lives. After all, having sex with a fertile male from the royal family was a once-in-a-century opportunity.

"Follow me," Ethan said, leading the selected gorgeous women northward. They chattered excitedly, linking arms with each other like an adventure party. "I'll give the angels the Ethan Cromwell they think I am."

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