The dwarves exchanged knowing looks, their expressions unreadable yet heavy with anticipation.

"Drink up, please, so we can get going. We won’t be long, I promise you," the dwarves said in unison, their eyes locked firmly onto his.

Trevor glanced down at the potion they had provided and then back at the group.

From what he could discern, the risk seemed minimal; after all, he had watched one of the dwarves drain a vial right in front of him without any ill effects.

Beyond the safety aspect, he was in desperate need of a reprieve. The injuries he had sustained during the fight weren’t necessarily fatal, but they were certainly far from superficial.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Trevor finally gulped down the mixture.

He knew all too well that he hadn’t even reached the core of his actual mission yet; heading into the unknown with lingering wounds was the surest way to find himself in an early grave before he could see the task through to its end.

The taste of the concoction was a violent assault on his senses—simultaneously sour and overwhelmingly bitter.

His face twisted in visceral detest, and the foul, pungent odor made it a struggle to keep the liquid down. Despite the nausea, the results were almost instantaneous.

As the potion took hold, he finally witnessed its healing potency.

A surge of white-hot pain ripped through his entire body in rapid, pulsing waves.

Trevor instinctively clamped his hand over his mouth, stifling a cry as the agony threatened to overwhelm his senses with every passing second.

Then, as quickly as it had arrived, the pain began to recede. A soothing numbness followed until he felt entirely restored to his normal state, the previous aches vanished.

Immediately, the dwarves erupted into a celebratory frenzy, acting as though they had just secured a grand trophy.

"I shall go and announce the good news to the town! You guys should take him to the Queen Mother,"

one of the dwarves shouted excitedly, already turning to leave.

"Wait!" Trevor shouted, his voice cutting through the sudden clamor.

"Sorry for raising my voice, but this wasn’t the agreement. Where is my map?"

Trevor’s face didn’t betray outright rage, but his expression made it abundantly clear that he was at the very end of his patience.

"The Queen Mother had her very own personal guard prepare it for you," the dwarf replied calmly, unfazed by the outburst.

"Please, go and see her; she would be truly happy if you did."

Trevor paused for a long moment, processing the shift in plans.

Eventually, he gave a slow, measured nod and followed them. While he remained deeply suspicious of the dwarves’ motives, he ensured his guard stayed firmly in place.

As they moved through the town, one dwarf began heralding their victory to the masses while the rest led Trevor toward the castle of the Queen Mother.

They walked slightly beyond the town’s perimeter, where a gigantic castle loomed over the landscape. It was a staggering feat of architecture that looked like nothing less than an engineering miracle.

Trevor immediately began scanning the perimeter—studying the walls, the guards, and the structural details—searching for any trace of magic.

To his surprise, he found none. It remained difficult for him to fathom that these people achieved such grandeur without a single spark of the arcane; the sheer craftsmanship was staggering.

Once they passed through the grand entrance, they navigated the corridors leading toward the Queen Mother’s private chambers.

The interior was remarkably professional, possessing a scale and organization that far surpassed Caroline’s house.

At every door and checkpoint, security was tight; they were required to submit identification cards or written allowances.

It felt like an impenetrable fortress, a level of security that made Trevor wonder how the Roseman mansion would fare under a similar standard of defense.

He knew he had encountered a few tyrants in his time, but he was well aware that tyrants were not the pinnacle of power—there were stages far beyond them.

Finally, Trevor and his escort reached the heavy doors of the Queen Mother’s chambers.

After a few minutes of waiting, they were granted entry. As Trevor stepped inside, the dwarves bowed deeply and retreated, leaving him alone.

Confusion washed over him.

He had a billion questions burning in his mind, but he remained silent, his senses heightened as he surveyed the room. Something felt fundamentally off.

The chamber was larger than he could have imagined, filled with modern accessories and strange devices whose purposes he couldn’t begin to guess.

Oddly, the room appeared empty; while guards were stationed heavily outside, the interior was devoid of any security.

Trevor wasn’t particularly interested in the decor; he wanted to secure his map and get out, as time was a luxury he didn’t possess. After two minutes of silence, he turned to head back to the guards to inquire about the map’s progress.

However, before he could reach the door, a striking woman stepped into the room.

Unlike everyone else he had met, she was not a dwarf.

Her blonde hair fell in long, shimmering waves, and her figure was a perfect, cinematic hourglass—boasting a thin waist and generous curves.

She looked as though she had stepped right off a movie screen, dressed in transparent lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination.

[New Mission: Sleep with the Dwarf Empress]

Rewards: System coins and a new card unlock.

Trevor stared at the glowing screen in front of him in sheer awe, feeling a sudden, heavy pulse of arousal.

He immediately equipped the Lust Raider card and, as he suspected, her horny meter was at a full one hundred percent.

It was the only logical explanation for her provocative attire.

"Hello," the lady finally spoke. Her voice was melodic and rich, and Trevor couldn’t help but imagine how that tone would sound in the throes of passion.

"Good day, my lady. I came to collect the map we agreed upon. I intend to be on my way immediately afterward,"

Trevor said, his voice remaining remarkably calm despite the visual stimulation. She was undeniably beautiful, but he refused to let his guard down while on a mission.

Lisa didn’t respond with words. Instead, she moved gracefully toward her bed, reclining in a deeply provocative position.

"You see," she began, her voice seductive and smooth.

"I have been trying to accomplish something for the past hundred years without success." She paused to take a breath.

"Years ago, I was cursed by an unknown entity, rendering me and my generation void of magic. Furthermore, none of my offspring have ever grown to half my size.

This curse has left me with a constant, yearning lust, but every encounter results in the birth of magic-less dwarves. It was prophesied that the curse could only be broken by a wielder of magic siring a seed of normal size, capable of wielding magic themselves."

She fell silent for a moment, as if weighed down by a persistent problem.

Trevor listened intently, feeling a flicker of sympathy for her plight, but his pragmatic side remained focused on the bottom line.

"And what would I gain by helping you? If I succeed, what is my compensation?"

Trevor asked, his confidence radiating through his tone.

Lisa’s eyes suddenly shone with a bright intensity; she had never seen such blunt courage before.

Her lust spiked even further, and she shifted her legs, exposing more of herself through the sheer fabric.

"I possess a dragon egg—a female that has been sealed since the era of ancient magic,"

Lisa said, letting out a soft moan as she noticed the visible effect she was having on him.

She was clearly reaching her limit.

Trevor stood still, his mind racing. A female dragon egg.

Even if this was a simulated dungeon, everything within it was harvested from real, conquered locations.

It meant this civilization and the dragon egg were genuine treasures that had remained undiscovered. He braced himself, trying to think clearly despite the pulsing heat in his loins.

"Come on, honey... I’m dripping here," Lisa urged, her voice strained as she neared the edge of her self-control.

Trevor weighed the options. Completion of this task meant a new card, a wealth of system rewards, a dragon egg, and the potential salvation of an entire race.

He finally focused on the panel and accepted the mission.

"What if I fail to satisfy you?" Trevor asked calmly.

Lisa answered with a guttural moan, widening her stance to reveal her readiness.

"The only consequence is that you don’t get the egg. Now, please... fuck me already," she whispered, beginning to discard the remnants of her clothing.

[Mission Card Gifted: Use this to remain aroused for as long as possible, maximizing your enjoyment and stamina.]

Trevor let out a long sigh of relief as the system buff took effect. When he looked back at the bed, Lisa was completely naked, her body arched in invitation.

"Come and take me, dear... please," she pleaded, her hands roaming over her own body as she waited for him to join her.