After Stealing Hero's Mother, I Reincarnated in the Fantasy World! - Chapter 17: Thighjob attack on the Milf Master (R-18)

In the year 2075, yet another fully immersive VR game New Origin took the world by storm with its unparalleled freedom and virtually limitless play world. This classic yet extraordinary game quickly became a ’second world’ for people, and within just three years, the virtual and real worlds became deeply intertwined. People played New Origin to earn a living, to find freedom, and to escape their hectic everyday lives. Elio started playing for similar reasons. Driven by the eternal flame of an artist, Elio embarked on a journey to experience the true freedom this new endless world had to offer—along with a certain special person. Believing in every creature’s right to freedom, Elio challenged the concepts established in this new world with his companions. Unknowingly, this decision set him on a journey to become the strongest existence in this mysterious otherworld.

Kiro is a slave branded with a deadly collar, forced to work in brutal mines under the ruthless Kargal Empire. Each year, slaves are hunted for sport in the deadly Hunting Games—a fight to the death on a savage alien moon. This year, Kiro is chosen to play. Sent into a wilderness filled with monsters and traps, survival seems impossible. But something ancient watches from the shadows—and it has plans for him.

In a world where strength reigns supreme and only the strong are revered, conflict and injuries are commonplace.

We were a peaceful people living in harmony with nature in the vast lands of Lyréanor, but this peace was short-lived when our people were defeated by the dark elves, an ancient people even older than this world. It is said that they arrived in Lyréanor by boat and since their arrival, chaos has been unleashed. Proud of their obscure power, derived from dark rituals, they have raised gigantic armies of monsters whose name is synonymous with terror: ‘Obscurus’.They went on the rampage, and everywhere they went the grass didn't grow back, life died and disintegrated. Seven, there were seven. The seven dark elves known as the Lords of the Apocalypse. A single gesture from them was enough to strike us all down, a single gesture from one of them was enough to decimate us in blood and terror.And as I, Foster, contemplate the macabre scene before me, the bloodied and deformed bodies of my fellow elfes beings, and as death grips my soul, a strange sign appeared before me.[Ding... Activation of the world tree system]