CHAPTER 57: A NEW DAWN

Well this was life; die today and life would still go on, time wouldn’t stop and not to talk more of people who were mostly fake. Even those who really had a bond with you would only slowly diminish that connection untill its forgotten.

Even the bonds in the strongest metal—diamond—could be broken with time and intensive heat, so why wouldn’t people get detached?

But this was why people had a name. Because legends never die. At least their name doesn’t.

Yes, Allen was gone, so the people who lived in the earth formed from his own body believed. But do legends just vanish? Wait. You might be asking what kind of legend I call him?

Well here’s your answer: you know any bitch who could copy abilities with his dick? No, certainly not. So why can’t I call him the cock legend?

You might also be thinking, if he was a cock legend then why hasn’t he reproduced a nation?

Well think of it—playboys and ass busters never have children, at least not much, because they knew the right angle to hit—but.

Allen still scored a goal at least. He shot the ball right into the goal post—Natasha’s womb, the human Natasha to be precise.

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It’s been eighteen years now and a new era had begun. The werewolves, demons, vampires and even down to humans had craved a new home for themselves. One that didn’t need walls to defend themselves from monsters. Well, that was still a worry but there were at least still enough hands to take care of the beings that called themselves dregs.

Let’s say life had begun putting its pieces together and now Allen was recognized as a god. It was believed that he had sacrificed himself for the living and became the divine, since it was clear it was from his body the earth they lived in came forth, and for a fact no one had seen him since then.

But inside a man always laid good and evil. Does that mean the earth they lived in was a mixture of that? Well, the so-called dregs were a symbolic "yes" to that.

They came forth from the ground just as the ground came forth from Allen, and not only did these creatures come alone but with his evil side and emotions too.

Yah... even after relocating, problems were like the outer layer of your skin. They always did say life wasn’t balanced, but think of it... you smile sometimes and sadness comes sometimes too—life is really making an attempt to be balanced. Now it’s left for them to accept it.

Well, the new earth—or rather A-earth—citizens had adjusted. Well the elder rankings and most importantly cock and pussy worship wasn’t left behind—why would they do such a thing? The god they believed existed had laid his own example by swaying his cock on the streets so who were they not to follow?

But there was one person who still found this whole cockiology cringe. Allen. I mean the Natasha-begotten Allen.

Weird that his father pounded ass for power but his cock was still hesitating even at eighteen. But well, let’s just say even mirrors were incorrect sometimes. You could look in a mirror and appear gross but when that guy/babe sees you he’s like, "babe/guy, did your dad put sugar in his sperm? Because you look sweet."

But our copy legend Allen wasn’t going to let his son ruin his legacy, was he?

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High up in the new heavens—the Allen-created heaven. It was all that you could imagine.

Surrounding the mountain were angels, well not in the sense you imagine though, but these angels sure sang melody in appraisal to their god. You know the soundtrack that comes out slow with pleasure when organisms meet.

Hades fed on death, Zeus fed on worship, so why wouldn’t Allen feed on moans?

Well to confirm the doubt, Allen didn’t die, neither was he the one who paid the sacrifice for A-earth. It was his clone. And Allen had just decided to stay in the heavens. For now at least.

At the peak of Mount Cockumbra, which was surrounded with the melodious sounds of unending moans and sinful smell, sat two gods. The C facing C god.

"This kid is the weakest of dicks we have right now—he hasn’t even fucked once," Allen the father or alle the original said. Well, it was fair to call him father since he begot both the clone and his son.

Where they sat were divine thrones made of unimaginable materials that appeared like seductive gold. And of course there was a hot...I say HOT angel constantly massaging his body.

"The kid might not meet the requirements to become the third person in our trinity," Allen the clone murmured, eyes perplexed at an orb centered at the throne tower which reflected Allen the son sleeping in A-earth like a worryless kid.

"We can’t bank on him when he can’t use his only self inbuilt weapon," Allen the copy shook his head, displeased.

True, for a complete god rank they needed a trinity—a three-man squad —but what will such a son bring to the legacy of his father?

"Why don’t we give him an incentive?" Allen the father smiled, walked near the orb and squatted even while the HOT angel was still working on him.

"CREATE." White light shone from his hand and from it a toy appeared, looking like a yellow mini cat.

"You added some features to that, right?" Allen the clone asked from behind with a pleased grin in his voice.

"Let’s say I made it incentive at my best." Allen the father shaped his fingers and the toy-looking cat vanished.

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Back in A-earth, precisely the most regal mansion built in respect of Lord Allen, his harem and most especially his son.

Consecutive knocks drummed on the royal door of Allen’s private room.

"Allen!!!" Tasha’s voice called from behind the door, "wake up. Don’t be such a lazy dick sleeping all day long."

Well, that feeling when mothers bump into your sleep was never not annoying but you still gotta stand up before she decides to pour water on your body.

’It’s morning already?’ Allen struggled to awaken in thoughts although sleep still had the grip of him. ’Isn’t there like a lady time so time can stop and fuck in the night and I get more free time to myself?’

He hissed as he finally opened his eyelids.

’Flaw?’ He read from amongst the many writings he could see through the blurry gaze but that was enough to spike him.

"Holy cock! I awakened a system," he sprouted off the bed immediately, wiping off the rheum that blurred his gaze.

’I’ve awakened a system just like dad and it has a flaw meaning it’s strong.’ He thought in excitement, then began calming his tensed heartbeat with deep breaths.

"Okay. Okay. Let me not spoil things for myself, I’ll read from the top to the bottom."

His eyes opened again as if he was about to be surprised with a birthday gift. First his mind confirmed it—it was a system panel. Without hesitation he read from top to bottom:

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[Copy system activated]

System name: Horny

Host name: Allen Allen

Race: Human

Ability: Lustcopy

Titles: 0

Endurance: 5

Intelligence: 10

Luck: 3

Charisma: Rizz, Smothering Touch

No. of sex encounters: 0

Fuck points: -10

Flaw: Sex is compulsory twice a week

Help center: ???

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Allen was still taking time to process how cringe this was. Like his mouth was literally left wide open.

"What kinda flaw is that?" He horrorised loud, eyebrows twitching antenna-like as if they understood his situation.

Then a soft female voice rang in his head,

"Is the frequency too small for one week? It will sure increase while you become stronger."

"The fuck are you?" Allen shrugged, taking one disgustingly terrified step backwards.

"Cheer up, handsome, my name is Horny."

Allen slapped himself to make sure he wasn’t in a nightmare where he was being forced to use his cock.

"Where in the galaxies did you bring these stats from and what is fuck points? Why is it even negative?"

"Fuck points are gained as the name implies... you fuck to gain them. And you haven’t done any fucking lately, young man... and don’t even think of not grinding them because without enough of those I’m not granting you any abilities."

But truly the system stats looked like a fuck-to-win PS5. He wasn’t even granted one—wait, we can’t say gifted here because even the gods are worse—but at least he would have been granted a fight-wise useful ability.

"Get behind me you sinful system," Allen barked, cutting through the holographic panel with a furious slash of his palm. But the panel was still there—staring at him.

[I see you want to gain real abilities real quick then let’s get to work.]

[New system task]

Task: Fuck a tight pussy

Reward: +50 FP and a Title

Penalty: Lose one ball.

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"Haha... haha... haha." Allen laughed unbelievably, "I guess I transmigrated into bad Barbie..."

[Tick tock handsome, 47 hours 59 minutes and 13 seconds remaining.]

’No no. I don’t think this horny guy is playing. This is real... where the hell am I gonna find a tight pussy...’

He screamed, falling to his knees like he had received a curse. But pussies were everywhere, so what was the main deal—really finding it or fucking it?