Novel Full Chapter 60: Save The Sinking Village!
Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Save The Sinking Village!
"So what should I do? I don’t think I’m omnipotent enough to just cast a spell and voila!...problem solved," Owen joked. It wasn’t a bad idea to throw in a bit of humor from time to time.
"Haha... you are funny, flower boy!" The old woman wiped a tear from her eye, genuinely amused by the youth in front of her.
"I’m glad I could make you laugh a little bit, Grandma."
"Of course. It’s always good to relieve some stress and tension when you’re enjoying life."
"That’s definitely the best way to live, ma’am."
"Hoho, how I wish I could become young and lively again... unfortunately, time is catching up to this old woman."
"Yes, but that’s just part of life... so, yeah."
"Hoho, you are wise beyond your years. Now, let’s proceed to business."
"Mm-hmm," Owen nodded. At least he had managed to brighten her mood for a brief moment.
Having an easygoing lad around made things much better, and the village elder was growing more satisfied by the second.
"You just need to go to the holy place, young man... and the women will pray there for three days. It should help them release the stress that has built up inside them for countless years," she said eagerly, looking at her chosen savior with anticipation.
"Oh... and what exactly is this holy place?"
"You will find out once the three days have passed, young flower boy," she replied with a reassuring smile.
The village was already on the verge of collapsing, and their only salvation had finally arrived to help.
"If it’s not life-threatening, then I will gladly do it. It’s only going to last for a few days, anyway."
"Hoho... now you see how crucial your presence is. What a wise young man."
"Yes, Grandma... and since it happens three days from now, I don’t have any problem with the timing."
"Oh! I’m so glad that you agreed! The village’s troubles might finally be solved after the festival." She stood up and shook his hand, looking like someone who had finally seen the light after countless eons of darkness.
For the very first time, a savior had truly come, the one who would redeem the women who felt miserable from being left unblessed.
The ladies of the village would be overjoyed by the news.
"Then I must be going, young flower boy. It’s already dark. Even though there is no danger in our village. It’s still best to be cautious."
"Are you sure you don’t need an escort, Grandma?"
"Hoho, you don’t have to bother yourself over an old pair of bones like mine."
"...Okay, but please take care on your way back."
"Thank you. I will inform your mother tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry." The elder slowly walked away, waving her hand.
She offered a proper goodbye to the young man who was destined to save their sinking village, especially its hungry women’s.
"Okay, take care!" Owen stood on the porch and waved back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The system had just chimed. That sound always meant good news. He didn’t suspect anything foul, as the system never disappointed him.
Though it could be brutal sometimes, it always rewarded him well as long as he completed whatever task it threw his way.
Ding!
[MILF Special Quest!]
[Save the Sinking Village!]
[Purely cleanse the deep, suppressed desires of the village women (MILFs).]
[Rewards: 100 MILF Tokens / 1,000 Exp Points]
[ Failure Penalty: The Taming phase will become significantly harder, as the neglected MILFs will require intensive care...also your cock will disappear!!! ]
"What a grand mission...but the the fuck, my cock will disappear?!" Owen muttered, stunned by the notification.
’Fuck this! I don’t want my cock to disappear!’
He hadn’t expected this specific event.
The festival taking place over the next three days was going to drastically change how he progressed toward his goals.
"The rewards are nothing to scoff at... the Tokens alone prove this objective is a core storyline. Not to mention the experience points, hell, I can probably reach level 20 with this single mission alone."
Owen walked back inside the house, feeling slightly dazed as he pondered the upcoming event.
He fully expected some heavy action, but he still didn’t know the exact details of what would go down.
"Well, well... the failure penalty indicates that my conquest will become much harder otherwise...and my cock, ahh nevermind. Not that I expected to easily snowball everything with the main three anyway." Owen wasn’t daydreaming about an effortless playthrough.
He knew the tropes about main characters getting the prize after just a few encounters.
His current targets were exceptions because they shared a deep, mutual bond.
As for the other women, it would be tougher. Even though Arielle had connections to the rest of the village ladies, they weren’t as tight-knit.
They were mostly friends and acquaintances, unlike Morenne and Pam, who shared a sister-like bond with their mother.
"Heh... as long as my manhood isn’t put on a chopping block, I’m fine." Owen shivered at the thought of his lower half meeting a blade.
Even if it were divine, it would definitely separate from his body if a guillotine fell on it.
He smirked, satisfied by the sudden spike in his odds. If this was a grand event, the system rewards weren’t even the main prize...it was the heavenly beauties he would get to intimate himself with.
"Time to sleep. Heh... ’Father’ is going to miss another chance to connect with Mom." Owen still remembered his old man’s parting words about wanting to continue their conversation because Arielle had fallen asleep too early the night before.
"I’m truly grateful to you, ’Dad.’ I will slowly make your wife mine... and mine alone." Owen imagined the pitiful look on the man who had decided to abandon his beautiful wife.
"By the time you think about coming back... she’ll already be happily wrapped around my fingers." It was the man’s own fault, and Owen was thankful beyond words.
Ding!
[You are truly wicked... I think I am learning new things from your shameless behavior.]
The system interface popped up, forcing him to snap out of his wicked daydreams.