EMK— 2

Title: Moraz of Flamma

It wasn't like Marzia to lose her composure. Aside from the etiquettes training, battle techniques, and decades of experience in ruling a nation with an iron fist alongside the strange organized set of information in the form of a system provided by those called by angels and only needed to be unlocked after a task completed, Marzia never experienced a male body. She felt suffocated by the bulk of her body and yet, all her emotions had been hidden away once again. A carnage is no place to shout the name of one's mortal enemy and seeing the stranger beasts encompassed by pitch-black exoskeleton and size of a giant lion, Marzia crouched down, not minding the slimy organs and the wet feeling of dark blood mixed with the mud covering her... his knees, legs, palms, as she slowly crawled away, minding the fact to remain unseen and even rub the nauseating substance on her disheveled, dirty silver hair that still resonated with light. "Mithril?" She questioned herself with a rough, newer voice. Still a little unsettled, Marzia decided to keep her thoughts constrained to the realms of her mind.

'Their blood smells like molten mithril. The ore said to be coveted even by angels now run through the veins of some slaughtered herd of monster? What magic did Karc ignite?' She, of course, knew the answer. While she used the system's knowledge to erupt with the greatest sealing magic of all time that used her own flesh as the vessel, what Karc drew was the incarnation of the menial 'Barter' magic. At the lowest level, one could exchange property to gain wealth. It was magic, of course. If paid a price satisfactory then one could barter even immortality though sadly none had the wealth rivaling that of eternal life and yet, Karc strengthened his Barter with his own immortality only for... 'A second chance...' Marzia's head buzzed with realization. And yet, her mind was clouded with doubts. A devil whose debauchery even terrified the late Devil Emperor. A man known in both, male and female groups, was eager to lose his immortality?

'And why a second chance? He could have ended me alongside my attempts not to mention the continent. Immortality certainly would hold such an astronomical value. Arch Mages lost their lives in search of the concept, after all.' Marzia soon wrote off her thoughts. If she had learned anything, that is, distractions bore less than efficient results. Her supporters had lost their lives for less. 'Mithril attracts mindless beasts, devils, and humans searching for opportunity alike. The first thing I need to do is adapt. I am alive, this feat suggests that Karc must be in some hell hole, too. I need to free him, possibly find a way to regain my original physique, and then end his miserable life.' The scent of the mithril-fused blood barely interrupted Marzia's focus. 'The greatest loss is not one of my body. Reflexes can be trained but the information locked by the system is lost forever. Supreme-tier magics... those are of the value only below concepts like immortality.

Keeping her head lowered, Marzia continued to crawl. *Splash* Not stopping for a second even after her left palm drowned into a puddle of blood accompanied with a squelchy organ or piece of flesh at the base, she continued, even pushing her knees into one regardless of the consequences at the moment. Adapting to a body twice the size of her previous one was hard and so was her thighs getting relentlessly struck by her own 'peter'. If not for the fact that self-infliction would impede her progress, Marzia might have lobbed her own shaft off with one of the many claws of the dead beasts, if not the claws then teeth. That way, she would have one less muscle to feel stressed about. Occasionally brushing against the tough corpse with her muscular and shredded shoulders, Marzia finally crawled out of the carnage and into a thicket. Her emerald pupils contracted momentarily as she hurriedly pushed herself back with the soft pitch sound rushing and instantly grabbing onto both of her hands, revealing itself to be two thick vines coiling till her forearms.

'Calculated the distance incorrectly,' Marzia blinked before leaning down and biting onto the vines viciously, drawing out a trail of pink liquid that made her cough. "Keh!" She continued. 'Aphrodisiac Vines? I am still in Devilia.' She concluded, a little disturbed by the bursting erection but she continued until the vines let go by their own volition. 'I need a weapon,' Marzia looked around and then found a torn claw among the batch of corpses. The cut at the base was clean, revealing the attacker to be a melee weapon wielder. But the claw itself needed to be used in an unorthodox manner, after all, thick nails needed to be utilized the same way a beast would. With her mind already made, Marzia began chewing away from the flesh of the base, digging in a little deeper before spitting the last piece of still squirming flesh only to push her fist in and adjust the claw on the end of her arm.

"Before finding civilization, adjusting to my new self is necessary." She muttered, closing her eyes as she lived her life once again from the beginning. "I am Moraz of Flamma." He muttered, not denying his current state and trying to accept and adapt to his gender as quickly as possible. "Master Moraz... Father... look after me." He whispered before standing up and taking a step forward into the thicket once again. His expression, his eyes, everything about him dripping with mithril blood and more vicious than usual. Even the dull claw looked more threatening and with the sound of shrubs moving, Moraz prepared himself. His knees bent in a posture ready to battle, his shoulder tense, and the moment he glimpsed the tiniest streak of green, he swung the makeshift claw only to find that the vines didn't target his usual 'limbs' the way he remembered and then Moraz winced in pain as the green vine coiled around his erect penis tightly.

Swinging his arm towards the latter portion of the stretched vine, Moraz snapped the playful devil's whip, spurting pink juices over the grass beneath before untangling the lifeless vine still gripping his excited shaft. 'Now I can understand their need for releases,' Moraz thought internally, 'No doubt castration is far more effective.' He continued. Devil vines need a liquid source to produce their aphrodisiacs, so with that in mind, Moraz looked at the thick vine in his arms and narrowed his gaze. *Chhk* His teeth sunk in, taking a good chunk of the vine into his mouth, chewing on the sweet plant. 'There is the tiniest hint of ether. This means magic still lives.' Moraz started walking, his focus now coming into play since the aphrodisiac started to play with his mind, enticing his body to dig a hole in the ground but right now, Moraz, who had never experienced any sexual experience in both of his life, easily wrote off such temptations while continuing to fill his stomach with nutritious ether.

'Devilia is not rich in ether. Trying to interact with the energy without a group of fighters will be suicidal due to the devil's appetite for the energy. I need to find a port leading to Peperit.' Moraz continued to follow the length of the dead vine. To absorb water, their roots are usually found near the banks of water source and even if it would be dangerous, Moraz had no other clue. Water sources, after all, attracted different forms of organisms that originally are domestic in nature and maybe that could lead Moraz to a destination with enough clues to understand his current situation.