CHAPTER 21: GAMBIT

Devon glided through the hospital’s corridors.

The echoes of the earlier confrontation, Robert’s futile rage, Gregory’s impotent bluster, Elena’s smoldering gaze faded like a distant storm, replaced by the soft hum of overhead lights and the rhythmic pulse of his own thoughts. As he approached the frosted glass door of his office, tucked in a secluded corner of the hospital’s administrative wing, a familiar tingle sparked at the edge of his consciousness.

The System had been his secret architect since childhood, a force that had propelled him from a low life bastard to prodigy, rewarding his ambitions with quantifiable power.

With a mere thought, he summoned it fully, the holographic panel expanding before him a digital mirage, invisible to the world but vivid to him.

Its interface now hovered, sleek and intuitive, presenting his profile with a clarity that mirrored his own precision.

SYSTEM INTERFACE: DEVON HALE

Level: 54 (Prodigy Tier)

EXP: 1,051,293/1,217,643

Age: 22

Title: Luminary of Medicine (Grants +10% to all Medical Skill efficacy; Intimidation Resistance +15%)

Core Stats

Intelligence: 89/100 (Genius)

Dexterity: 85/100 (Virtuoso)

Strength: 82/100 (Peak Human)

Charisma: 92/100 (Magnetic)

Vitality: 85/100 (Resilient)

Perception: 90/100 (Eagle-Eyed)

Skills

(Mastered disciplines honed through quests and real-world feats)

Medical Supremacy (Mythic - Rank 14)

Surgical Mastery (Epic - Rank 13)

Martial Arts (Mythic - Rank 15)

Biomedical Innovation (Epic - Rank 12)

Strategic Command (Master - Rank 11)

Knowledge Archives

Medical Omniscience (Infinite)
Description: A living database of all medical knowledge, auto-updating with global advancements.

Combat Physiology (Master)

Institutional Politics (Expert)

Abilities

(Unique powers unlocked through milestone quest)

And more.....

Exp points: 107,250

Devon’s eyes gleamed as he absorbed the data, his mind a crucible of ambition and calculation. At 22, he stood at the precipice of greatness, yet the System reminded him of the heights still to climb. His Level 54 status as a Prodigy Tier marked him as a once-in a generation force, but the gap to Level 55 and beyond beckoned like an uncharted frontier.

He stood still in the corridor of the administrative wing, His eyes, glinting like polished obsidian, locked onto the Quests tab, where a cascade of objectives unfurled, each a calculated challenge to propel him further toward godhood.

At 22, Level 54, and already a prodigy among prodigies, Devon was no stranger to the System’s demands, but one quest burned brighter than the rest.

[Active Quests]

Objective: Engage in sexual intercourse with Marianne Voss within 30 days.

Target: Marianne Voss – High Chancellor, Age 53.

Mission Timer: 28 Days [28:17:23remaining]

Reward:

– +15% Surgical Precision (permanent)

– Unlock: "Cold Read" – Gain insight into a patient’s mental/emotional state during consultation.

– Bonus Reward if Target initiates contact.

Warning: Failure to complete may result in decreased Professional Reputation (–10% Hospital Influence).

Devon’s eyes narrowed on that particular quest, his jaw tightening as Marianne’s image flashed in his mind, those emerald eyes, her full heaving breasts straining against the tight fabric of her tailored blouses, nipples occasionally hinting at their hardness beneath, begging for a rough pinch or a teasing tongue.

Her hips that swayed with a hypnotic rhythm that promised endless curves, leading to an ass so plump and firm it could make a man forget his name, perfectly shaped for gripping during a frantic, sweat slicked thrust. Her lips, plump and inviting, curved in a perpetual sneer that only made him imagine them wrapped around his cock, sucking with a hunger she’d deny but couldn’t hide.

At 53, her body defied time, a voluptuous masterpiece of toned thighs that could wrap around a lover and squeeze until ecstasy blurred into pain, her skin glowing with an allure that screamed for hands to explore every inch, every hidden fold dripping with untapped lust.

However, the hatred she had for him was unlike any other thing. It was forged from her daughter’s tears and his own reckless past. Whether it was seducing her or even having sexual intercourse with her, it wasn’t just a quest, it was more like a battlefield.

Yet the thought of breaking through, of turning her venom into something molten sent a shiver of dark thrill through him. It was madness, a reckless plunge into a fire that could burn him alive, but how could he leave a woman with such voluptuous body, and ass just wasting away and yet to actually experience all the pleasure that life had to offer.

"I bet she isn’t getting enough cock that’s why she’s like that. Why didn’t I even think of it?" Devon murmured to himself.

All those years of lack of orgasm, Devon thought.

His mind raced, dissecting the challenge, even though he knew what had to be done, he needed an inroad, a way to unsettle her defenses. His hand drifted to his pocket, pulling out his phone with a reluctance that felt like dragging a blade across his skin. He scrolled to a name he’d sworn to bury, Serena Voss, Marianne’s daughter and his ex girlfriend.

Their history was a scar jagged, raw, and still bleeding from the night she’d screamed his name in betrayal. Serena was a dangerous key, a volatile link to Marianne’s world, but one he couldn’t ignore. His thumb hovered over the call button, the System’s interface pulsing as if daring him to act.

He pressed it.

The line beeped once, twice, three times each tone a tightening vice on his nerves. He braced for rejection, expecting the cold void of voicemail, when a click shattered the silence.

"Hello? Who’s this?" Serena’s tone was a fortress, guarded and cold, a mirror of her mother’s unyielding presence.

Devon let the silence stretch like a predator savoring the moment before the strike. Then, his voice slid out, low and deliberate.

"It’s Devon."

The line cut off with a snap, like almost immediately. He stared at the screen, a low, bitter laugh escaping his lips. Serena’s reaction was a blade he’d expected, her anger as fresh as the day they’d parted. She’d likely blocked him already, her hatred a wall he’d need to scale another way.

Serena’s rejection was no surprise, a jab he’d anticipated, testing the waters to see if the simplest path to Marianne might still be open. It wasn’t. The easy road was barred, as he’d suspected, leaving only the hard way forward.His mind churned, already weaving a new strategy.

The hospital gala that occurred in five days was perhaps his best chance, he was halfway through plotting his approach when the door to the room beside him swung open with a sharp creak.

Before he could react, a hand shot out, fingers clamping around his wrist. In a blur, he was yanked inside, the door slamming shut behind him with a muffled thud.

The sudden darkness swallowed the corridor’s sterile light, replaced by the dim glow of a single overhead bulb, flickering like a heartbeat.

Devon’s instincts kicked in, his hand twitching as he prepared to assume a defensive stance, when a very soft, warm palm suddenly pressed against the front of his trousers. It lingered there for a teasing moment, fingers tracing the outline of his growing bulge with deliberate slowness, before sliding downward in a smooth, insistent glide to cup his crotch fully, squeezing just enough to send a jolt of electric heat racing through his veins.