When the warm, slightly heavy male body mounted her small hips without any barrier.
Inaba Tsukiyo's exquisite face, buried in the pillow, instantly turned as red as a cooked shrimp.
A short, muffled cry uncontrollably escaped her throat.
Even though she had already made her resolve.
Even though she knew this was a necessary ritual to gain power.
But.
The feeling of skin-to-skin contact between opposite sexes, and the posture of being completely controlled by the other person.
For a girl who had lived in seclusion since childhood and rarely interacted with men her own age, the impact was simply too great.
"Don't move erratically."
"This isn't a game. If you shift even slightly, your status panel might end up drawn onto your backside."
Heimdall felt the tension in the girl beneath him and teased her lightly.
Then.
His expression became solemn.
Since it was a contract, Heimdall, as a god, naturally had to show his sincerity.
Heimdall raised his hand and took out a specially made fine needle from his pocket.
The needle tip lightly pricked.
"Hiss..."
A drop of vivid red blood slowly seeped from Heimdall's fingertip.
That was not the blood of a mortal.
It was the divine power that sealed the godly might, connecting the rules of the heavenly and earthly realms—the "divine power".
Heimdall leaned down.
He suspended the "divine blood" over Tsukiyo's smooth, jade-like back.
"Drip."
The blood drop fell.
Merging into her body.
"Mm!"
Tsukiyo's body suddenly trembled, and her hands tightly gripped the bedsheet beneath her.
In an instant.
"Buzz—"
A fluorescent light flashed.
Suddenly,
Tsukiyo's originally smooth back glowed with a deep red light.
These lights were not chaotic.
Under the guidance of Heimdall's divine power,
Ultimately,
They formed rows of complex and sacred text, along with a unique familial crest symbolizing the Haimo Familia.
—Deeply engraved on the girl's back.
This scene
Left the surrounding women staring in astonishment.
The so-called blessing of the gods is essentially a god using his own blood to open a back door in a mortal's body.
Through this door, the possibilities that were originally invisible, intangible, and even locked away by the flesh are objectified in a direct, data-driven form.
Just as human memory was merely chaotic fragments before the invention of writing,
It was only with writing that human civilization could be passed down.
With the blessing, the growth of mortals, likewise, is no longer an ethereal feeling but becomes a string of visible data.
Living beings always have a mad obsession with quantifying everything.
From measuring wealth with shells to slicing time with hourglasses, to evaluating intelligence with scores.
It seems that only by becoming numbers do things gain recognizable value.
The gods of the lower realm are the ultimate embodiment of this perverse enjoyment.
They cram the weight of the soul, the limits of the flesh, and even the trajectory of fate into this small back engraving, turning it into a game of ascending numbers.
...
"Done."
Heimdall got off Tsukiyo's back.
He casually took a piece of parchment and imprinted the data displayed on her back, showing it to the others as well.
"This is Tsukiyo's current status."
**Name:** Tsukiyo
**Race:** Human
**Level:** Lv.1
**Abilities:** Strength: I0 / Endurance: I0 / Dexterity: I0 / Agility: I0 / Magic: I0
**Development Abilities:** None
**Magic:** None
**Skills:** [Magatsu-ko] [Fleeting Beauty] [The Unlucky Sword Demon]
Seeing this string of zeros, Zansan raised an eyebrow.
"Except for the skills, everything else is zero and none?"
"Is this what they call a blessing?"
"Don't rush."
Heimdall pointed at the letters on the parchment.
"In Orario, all Familia members, regardless of whether they were formidable warriors or weak scholars before receiving the blessing of the gods, have ability values of zero in the god's measurement.
"Everyone's initial status board has ability values of I0, and the ability values are divided into I, H, G... S..."
"I represents 0-99, H represents 100-199... and so on, with S being 900-999."
"This is the mountain you will climb in the future."
"Every increase in these values represents your surpassing of your past self."
"And when one of your ability values reaches D level, which is above 500, and you complete a feat that even the gods take notice of, you can break through the limits of the human body and upgrade to Lv.2."
"However..."
At this point, Heimdall changed his tone.
"Although you can upgrade at D level, I still advise you to hone your ability values to A (800) or even S (900) before considering an upgrade."
"After all, in this world, potential has a capacity."
"These ability values are the foundation."
"The deeper the foundation, the higher the building can be."
"A Lv.2 with all S-level attributes can easily crush a Lv.2 with all D-level attributes. This gap will be infinitely magnified as the level increases."
"Therefore, Adventurers who rush to upgrade will inevitably become the base of this massive pyramid."
...
The women nodded, seeming to understand.
Although the idea of a great feat still seemed distant,
The logic of not losing at the starting line resonated strongly with these competitive girls.
"Moreover,"
"Besides these basic values,"
"The most crucial part is this."
Heimdall's finger pointed to the bottom of the parchment.
—**Skills.**
There,
The lines of text describing Tsukiyo's three skills emitted a stern aura.
Skills are special effects that can objectify the qualities of the flesh, experiences, and even the desires of the soul—
As for Tsukiyo's three skills,
Even Heimdall, knowing her background, was quite shocked.
...
Skills:
[Magatsu-ko]
Permanently lose [Vision] as a cost, gaining extreme enhancement of [Hearing] and [Perception], greatly increasing the ability to sense killing intent, auras, and preliminary actions, definitely obtaining the rare development ability [Minds Eye].
In battle, there is a high probability of spotting the enemy's action flaws, granting a [Preemptive] effect.
In dark environments, all ability values receive additional bonuses.
[Fleeting Beauty]
When performing a quick-draw attack, [Agility] and [Strength] receive an instantaneous explosive bonus, with the bonus magnitude proportional to the charging time.
As a cost, the body enters a brief period of stiffness afterward.
[The Unlucky Sword Demon]
[Endurance] growth rate greatly decreases, making it extremely difficult to improve.
In exchange, the proficiency gain rate for [Agility] and [Dexterity] is doubled.
Looking at these three skills,
Even the mentally prepared Heimdall couldn't help but have his pupils slightly contracted.
"Truly..."
"An extreme status board."
Heimdall sighed softly, his fingers gently brushing over those words.
Tsukiyo's background was no secret to Heimdall.
Born from the union of the siblings Miyoshi Tadakatsu and Inaba Kōgetsu,
Fate had taken her sight, her healthy body, leaving her like a flower that could wilt at any moment.
But,
When God closes a door,
Life, to survive, will always find a way to break through the walls.
Tsukiyo was the truest embodiment of life.
These three skills perfectly illustrated her life.
Especially [Magatsu-ko] and [The Unlucky Sword Demon],
They were practically her fate engraved on her soul.
Endurance growth rate greatly decreased?
No matter.
If the body is frail and can't withstand a hit,
Then before the enemy can act, cut their throat first!