Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

With his palms full of her hips and waist, Devon gulped. “Sorry!” he shouted.

“It’s okay,” the busty female warrior with warpaint on her face said with a laugh, backing her ass slightly into him in a teasing manner. “You like this?”

Devon swallowed again, this time a little bit lost for words. 

The grinning beauty licked her lips and twerked her ass up and down on him, her plump butt dancing on top of his pants seductively. Surprisingly, none of the other female warriors of the tribe seemed to care about what was going on, as if it was business like usual for one of the warriors to have her ass on Devon’s crotch. 

But that was put to a halt, and Devon was forced to tuck away his boner, when a dwarven howl came from within the massive cavern entrance. 

“Quick, we must go!” the female warrior with the gorgeous sun-kissed tanned face who was just grinding her ass against Devon’s crotch said. 

“Yes ma’am,” Devon mumbled in reply.

The all-female amazon war party filled with gorgeous babes and busty beauties entered the large cavern with spears in hand, the way onwards lit up by torches left by the dwarves. Signs and shouts of battle were coming from within. 

Moving from a march to a sprint, the amazons leapt forward into the darkness, entering deeper into the cavern which was starting to look a lot more like a dungeon than anything else. Devon suddenly was reminded of one of the very first combat missions that he was presented with way back at Malon. It had something to do with dungeon crawling or clearing a dungeon. Back then, he had so little combat experience and strength that he knew that he’d get absolutely screwed on any kind of combat mission. 

But now, things were different. He had the Mjolnir by his side, magic at his disposal with the completely bonkers broken [Blessing of the Witch] active ability, and his footwork and battle intuition had improved tremendously due to the real-life experience and practice he got fighting bandits and rebels and all sort of ne’er-do-wells. 

Speaking of the guild… Devon rummaged in his pocket and took out a familiar obsidian card. His points accrued actually changed for some reason, despite the fact that he never managed to get back to a guild to report his quest completions. On the back, there was a floating tally in magical inscription that accumulated the number of things that he had killed, called [Enemies Subdued]. Apparently he could accrue points for killing enemies. 

It even divided by type, with almost a dozen kills counted in the humans killed category, a handful in the beasts killed category, and one in the demons killed category. That one kill on the demon gave him a whopping thousand points, compared to between one to five for a human or beast kill. 

Ah yes, the demon that literally ripped him into shreds and he only managed to kill by self destructing his own body with a mana bomb. That was an experience he hoped he’d never have to relive. 

Either way, that was good. The more points that he had, the faster that he could upgrade his adventurer rank. And the more adventurer rank he had, the more gold and babes would follow. He might even want to buy his own estate some day, just like the estate of that lusty earl’s wife he porked all night a while ago. 

The growl of jaguars and shouts of dwarves from up ahead in the cavern signalled that combat was about to begin once again. Devon pocketed his obsidian guild backrooms card, and prepared for combat. 

It felt kind of good to know that every kill on a jaguar he made would increase his points on his guild backrooms card. Kind of made it feel like a video game, sort of, but instead of gaining stat points he was gaining glory and guild points that he could use to build a nice and comfortable life full of lewd acts with all his sex slaves, that he would have at that time, because he could afford to keep and maintain them. His libido salivated at the thought of owning sexy girls like that slave that madame Elisa kept around… the black haired one, her name was Lillia. The madame even kept her with a human sized cat bed beside her bed to sleep. One day, he’d be able to have lots of girls like Lillia around his mansion estate. 

Devon drew the Mjolnir, eager to add more points into his pocket.