Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs

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Name: Daniel Dikson

Race: Human

Companion: Veilintina [Lust Demon]

Exp: 1029/12500

Level: 28

HP: 2800/2800

Mana: 760/760

Charm: 24 [+]

Strength: 54 [+]

Dexterity: 20 [+]

Vitality: 20 [+]

Intelligence: 26 [+]

Essence Points Available: 06

Skill: {Voodoo Trap} {Pouch}

Ability: {Third Eye} {Incantation} {Eternal Eye}

Combat Arts: {Stepback}

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”Hmm... just more two levels,” he murmured to himself, stretching out across the bed.

Before sleep claimed him, Daniel upgraded his stats: strength [+2], intelligence [+4].

...

The next morning (Early)

At the training ground.

The young shamans began their morning routine brimming with energy, bare feet striking the cool earth in steady rhythm. Dust rose behind them as they moved in unison.

This time, Marco didn’t need to drop a single command. Without waiting for instruction, they formed their lines and set off on their group run, the training grounds echoing with the soft thud of skin against soil.

*Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud*

*Zap-Zap*

The shamans were struck by zap after zap, thin arcs of lightning struck against their skin. What once made them convulse now drew little more than a faint twitch — a mere tickle, as if they had developed a lightning resistance.

For a lightning user, forcing the body to endure and adapt was the crucial step. Only by surviving the current could they hope to command it.

It was all part of their training.

...

”Students, today we will learn the Second Form of Thunder,” Marco said, his voice steady and commanding. ”But first... I want each of you to show me the First Form.”

One after another, the students stepped forward and displayed the First Form with practiced ease. Sparks crackled in their palms before streaking upward into the clear morning sky.

Some had trained relentlessly at home throughout the week, perfecting their control over the current. Others had focused on strengthening their bodies, ensuring they wouldn’t lose their rhythm in the long, barefoot runs that forged their endurance.

”Very good, everyone. Now... watch this,” Marco said, his tone firm and unwavering.

Marco extended his hand, and sparks crackled into existence, gathering from thin air into his open palm. Every shaman’s gaze fixed upon it, their breaths held in tense silence.

With a sharp horizontal swipe, Marco released it toward the ground.

*Bzzz—Zzzap!*

The sphere of lightning burst outward on impact, branching like the limbs of a glowing tree. For two fleeting seconds it held its shape, humming with restrained fury — then dissolved into nothing.

’This is the second form? Wait, I clearly remembered this move he showed on the first day,’ Daniel thought, his mind drifting back to that moment.

”Now that you’ve seen it... it’s time for practicals,” Marco said, his voice carrying quiet authority.

Daniel wasn’t the only one who noticed. The same realization stirred among the others, passing silently from one face to the next — yet not a single student dared to question it.

”I want everyone to bring out your first form, but instead of throwing it quickly, you will hold it for a longer period,” Marco instructed, his tone calm and steady.

The shamans nodded in unison, excitement flickering across their faces. Though it sounded simple enough — for beginners, it was far from easy.

*Bzzz-Bzzz-Bzzz*

They moved apart, widening the space between them as each shaman focused on manifesting the First Form.

Soon, the sharp crackle of sparks echoed across the training grounds, and spheres of condensed lightning began to take shape within their palms.

But the moment stretched too long.

Without their command, the unstable energy broke free. It burst outward in all directions — some bolts shooting into the sky, others veering wildly toward their fellow shamans, scattering the formation in a scramble of startled cries and snapping electricity.

*Zzap!*

”Agh! What are you doing?”

”I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to. Agh! Hey?”

”My bad, I didn’t meant to. Ouch!”

Some of the shamans began quarreling with one another, their frustration simmering at first. Slowly, it spread like wildfire through the group, voices rising as tempers flared.

Before it could escalate further, Marco stepped in and silenced the unrest, his presence alone enough to quell the brewing storm.

”Hey hey calm down, all of you. This is common,” Marco commanded, his tone sharp and cutting. ”Everyone spread around, distance yourself, more... more, now stop and focus.”

Daniel watched the chaos unfold with quiet composure, then withdrew his attention from the others and turned inward.

He exhaled slowly, steadying his pulse.

”Okay... let’s try again,” Daniel murmured under his breath.

Everyone focused on themselves. Sparks burst and scattered in all directions, yet none struck another this time.

Some tried to imitate the horizontal swipe he had shown, forcing their movements with determined grit.

But no matter how precisely they copied the gesture, the lightning refused to transform. Not a single shaman managed to manifest the Second Form.

...

Hours passed, yet the shamans remained bound to the First Form. What had begun as fierce determination gradually soured into frustration.

’Agh, not again,” Daniel muttered under his breath as he released the First Form into the air.

Just then, from within the crowd, Bernard displayed the first sign of the Second Form.

*Bzz! Zzap!*

Marco’s gaze locked onto him instantly.

The lightning in Bernard’s palm no longer spread like branching limbs of a tree. Instead, it tightened into small, interlocking chain links, weaving over and under one another in a compact pattern.

The shape held for the blink of an eye — then dissolved into a scatter of sparks before it could fall to the ground.

Bernard glanced toward Marco — and to his surprise, he gave him a subtle nod. It was a small gesture, but it spoke clearly: he had seen it, he had acknowledged it.

Bernard felt a quiet surge of approval from him. Drawing in a steady breath, he pushed the feeling aside and refocused his mind, reaching once more for the Second Form.

At the same time, the other shamans pushed themselves just as fiercely, refusing to be left behind.

”Haaah... focus,” Daniel murmured, closing his eyes

Marco, who had been observing Bernard, slowly shifted his gaze to the left.

’What was that feeling? That surge of power...’ Marco wondered, his gaze sweeping across the shamans.

It lasted only a brief moment, but he sensed it clearly: a concentrated pulse of mana flow, from his students.