A young Mandalorian, who was nothing more than a bounty hunter in his ordinary life, decides to travel to Orario to become stronger by hunting various monsters in the Dungeon and to carve out a reputation for himself. But what adventures will unfold...
*Note: since my native language is not English, I translated my story using artificial intelligence, so there may be spelling mistakes, but I promise I will do my best!
Darkness was the only thing he felt. Pain from his shoulder and back, fractures in his chest down to his joints and internal organs had paralyzed him. The taste of his own blood in his mouth had a sticky warmth. Drops of life were draining from his body, and blood was pooling in his lungs, making it hard for him to breathe.
But before the hands of death could embrace his soul, he felt a cold, burning drop on his back, and like water, it enveloped his entire body. Every part of him, even his soul, reacted to it, connecting with it like an inseparable root.
In that instant, he felt his strength multiply, his legs became as strong as steel, and his eyes shone with the brightness of the sun. He took a deep breath and felt sparks of thunder appear in his hands.
The only thing he knew was that he had to get up, move forward without hesitation, and defeat the giant opponent with every ounce of strength he had. This time, without a jet pack, he leaped as high as could and swung his lightsaber, infused with his magical elements, towards the massive beast.
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Artyom blinked his eyes.
With a deep breath, he lowered his head and gazed at the light pouring in from the wall window of the room. The dawn that reached his iris made him squint. Adjusting to the brightness, he realized that outside the window was a blue sky dotted with white clouds, showcasing the grand beauty of the morning horizon.
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He extended his hand toward the light, but was startled to see the numerous stitches that covered his entire arm. Then, he became aware of the pain throbbing through his entire body. He was naked, covered only by bandages that were wrapped around the various wounds on his body. Even parts of his face had been stitched up.
Before he could sit up, he noticed a smooth-skinned hand wrapped around him. Turning his head to the right, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman lying next to him, completely naked—like a mythical Angel one might read about in ancient stories. Her body was perfectly sculpted and alluring, like a rare, priceless jewel. Her silver hair shimmered in the light, but her face was streaked with tears.
They were lying together on an enormous, comfortable bed... and again— they were both naked?!
Artyom blushed with embarrassment and gently tried to pull away from her embrace. But suddenly, an excruciating pain shot through his body, like a spear piercing him. He couldn't suppress the agonized groan that escaped from his mouth, causing the goddess to open her eyes with concern.
"Odr~"
He stared into her eyes, which were filled with sorrow and sleeplessness, bloodshot from exhaustion.
