All MILFs are Mine

Chapter 271: Is that master ?

[Please pick a name for the skill...]

”Flowbind Breathing.”

[Skill ’Flowbind Breathing’ has been created.]

[Rank has been settled to ’D’ by default.]

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’I’ve read about breathing techniques in countless mangas back on Earth,’ Leon thought as the screen flickered before his eyes. ’They’re meant to focus all energy into one point — to move more efficiently, use less stamina, and even regenerate it while fighting.’

[State the use of skill.]

”A breathing skill,” Leon said aloud. ”When activated, this skill immediately stabilizes the user’s unstable breathing into an efficient rhythm.

As long as the user’s body moves, it will consume 200 mana per second and regenerate 5% of the user’s maximum stamina.

But as soon as the user stands still, the technique will go on cooldown.”

[Processing...]

[Description has been accepted.]

[Please select the chant for the skill {Flowbind Breathing}.]

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’Huh... it got accepted immediately,’ Leon thought, his lips curving slightly. ’Let’s see how far I can push it.’

He canceled the creation and began rewriting the skill again. And again. And again.

The glowing blue screen filled the room with light as Leon’s eyes moved rapidly through the interface as he readed the words being embedded into the description.

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Thirty minutes later...

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[Name: Flowbind Breathing]

[Rank: D]

[Description:

A breathing skill that, when activated, immediately stabilizes the user’s unstable breathing into an efficient rhythm.

As long as the user’s body moves, the skill consumes 1,500 mana per second and regenerates 50% of the user’s maximum stamina.

However, if the user becomes stationary, the technique enters cooldown, applying a 150% fatigue debuff for the same duration it was active.]

[Mana: 200]

[Cooldown: 15 minutes]

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”Fucking hell...” Leon exhaled, pushing the screen away. ”After thirty-six descriptions, this is the best one I could come up with. Phew~”

He smirked to himself, massaging his shoulders. ”Still, not bad. The fact that I can even make something like this... that’s huge progress. This is the first D-ranked skill I made and it looks really cool.”

He stretched his neck, muscles sore and burning under the skin.

”Well then... let’s put this baby to use before my arms fall off-, Wait—since my healing skill’s also D-rank now... then shouldn’t it...”

Leon’s voice trailed as a dark grin formed on his face.

A dark green light pulsed under his skin, racing through his veins like liquid emerald. The soreness melted away as every strained muscle and torn fiber repaired itself.

”Well, well...” Leon murmured, his grin widening. ”Now we’re getting somewhere.”

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45 Minutes Later — First Floor

Dusk returned to the dungeon, his dark fur faintly glowing under the ambient mana light. Fruela stood waiting with a curious expression.

”What happened?” she asked quickly.

”Where is Master?” Dusk replied, tone calm but eyes sharp.

”Master is training on the fifteenth floor,” Elis’s voice echoed as she appeared behind them. ”He ordered that no one enter unless it’s extremely urgent.”

”I have information about the messenger. It must reach Master,” Dusk said firmly.

”Wait here,” Elis replied before vanishing into thin air.

Swish.

Fruela immediately drew her daggers, tension sharp in her voice. ”Is Master in danger?”

”Calm down, Elf,” Dusk said, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. ”Master is safe. If danger comes, I’ll handle it personally.”

The killing intent in his tone made the air grow cold.

Fruela lowered her blades slightly but didn’t relax. ”I’ll take your word for it. But if you can’t handle it alone, say so. These daggers haven’t tasted blood in a while.”

Swish.

Elis reappeared before them. ”Master said you can come,” she said simply before disappearing again.

Dusk groaned. ”At least teleport us to the room...” He started walking lazily toward the stairs.

”You’re really lazy for such a big beast,” Fruela muttered as she followed.

”I have a big body — which means I get tired easily,” Dusk replied. ”Ever since I evolved, I’ve been sleepy almost all the time.”

”I thought larger beasts were more active,” Fruela said, brows furrowed.

”You heard wrong.”

Their conversation faded as they descended through the dungeon, floor by floor.

....

The air grew denser as they reached on the stairs of the fifteenth room.

Then —

SWISH.

A sudden wave of pressure burst from below. Wind slammed against them, forcing both to shield their faces.

”What the—” Fruela’s voice wavered.

Dusk’s pupils contracted. ”That came from the fifteenth floor.”

They exchanged a quick glance before rushing downward.

When they reached the entrance, both froze.

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The training chamber was a scene of devastation. Dozens of shattered stone dummies lay scattered across the floor. Dust floated thick in the air, mixed with the heavy stench of sweat and heat.

But none of that compared to what stood in the center of the room.

Leon.

His long black hair clung to his face, dripping with sweat. His bare torso was drenched, every vein bulging under his skin. His muscles were swollen, defined — raw power wrapped in human flesh.

Each breath he exhaled came out as a trail of white steam, his entire body was radiating immense heat. The floor beneath him bore dozens of sweaty footprints burned into the dust.

”I–Is that Master?” Fruela whispered, her cheeks instantly flushing red. Her heart pounded in her chest as heat flooded through her body. She clenched her thighs together unconsciously, her voice trembling.

Her pussy tightened her grasp around her panties as soon as she looked at Leon.

”I... think yes,” Dusk replied, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Leon slowly raised his right hand, palm facing the wall. ”Nyxter.”

Crack... Crack... Crack... Crack...

The sound echoed across the room. The entire front wall began to fracture as the five blades embedded in it started to tremble violently.

Then—

Thud–Thud–Thud–Thud–Thud!

All the blades ripped free at once, flying toward Leon in a blur of motion.

Swish.

Grab.

Leon caught the main handle mid-air, the other blades magnetizing into place, reforming the full shape of Nyxter.

”That... was amazing and I have seen master do that before but this time... it’s way more amazing.” Dusk muttered, awe lacing his voice.

Grrr...

Another rock dummy rose from the ground in front of Leon.

Grip.

Leon tightened both hands around Nyxter’s handle, raising it high above his head in a clean stance.

”Last Rise: Full Moon...”

The air trembled. As he swung, the blade traced a semi-circular arc — and behind it, countless shimmering afterimages appeared, layering upon one another like waves of light.

The hypnotic motion drew Fruela’s and Dusk’s eyes immediately. They stared in a daze, captivated by the ethereal gleam.

But Leon’s rhythm broke just as the sword reached ninety degrees. His arms trembled violently, veins bulging. His breathing hitched — and with a loud grunt, he forced the swing through in a raw, uneven burst of power.

The invisible threads binding Nyxter’s segmented blades snapped loose. Each piece shot forward independently, slamming into the dummy with devastating speed.

THUD–THUD–THUD–THUD–THUD–THUD!

The stone dummy exploded into fragments, its pieces scattering across the floor. The blades embedded themselves back into the front wall with sharp, metallic cracks.

”Fuck...” Leon muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply. When he turned his head, he saw Dusk and Fruela frozen at the doorway — wide-eyed, pale, stunned.

’I haven’t felt myself that defenseless since I was a child,’ Fruela thought, lowering her gaze immediately. ’That moment... I completely lost myself in the sight of his sword. My mind went blank...’

Dusk’s muscles tensed as his instincts screamed. ’What kind of power... has Master awakened in just one hour?’

Leon regarded them silently — to him, they were his servants. But to them, what stood before them was no longer just their master.

It was something far beyond.

Both dropped down to their knees, heads bowed.

”We greet our Master,” they spoke in unison.

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[Stance 01: 768 / 10,000]