CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The sound of wood colliding with wood echoed through the chamber like rapid-fire gunshots.

Viktor pressed forward, his practice sword a blur as he chained strikes—horizontal slash flowing into vertical chop, transitioning seamlessly into a diagonal cut aimed at the knight's exposed side.

The wooden knight parried each attack with mechanical precision.

But Viktor wasn't done.

He activated Shadow Walk mid-strike, his body dissolving into the floor shadow, reappearing behind the knight in an instant. His blade swept toward the back of its knee joint—

The knight spun. Impossibly fast.

THUNK!

It blocked the strike with its gauntleted forearm, then immediately countered with a thrust aimed at Viktor's throat.

Viktor's Ultra Instinct screamed. His body twisted left, the wooden blade passing millimeters from his neck.

He retaliated with Speed Acceleration, his form blurring as he closed the gap, driving his shoulder into the knight's chest plate.

WHAM!

The wooden construct staggered—one step, two steps—actually losing ground.

'Yes!' Viktor's mind raced. 'I'm adapting. Combining abilities faster now—'

The wooden knight recovered.

It didn't attack.

Instead, it stepped backward deliberately, wooden boot scraping against the stone floor.

Viktor's Tactical Genius ability pinged a warning. 'What—?'

The knight's foot landed on a piece of broken stone—debris from their earlier exchanges, a chunk of rock roughly the size of a fist.

The knight's wooden hand reached down.

Viktor's eyes widened. 'No—'

The wooden knight gripped the stone. And then it—

'Changed'.

The rock's surface rippled like water, its shape distorting, compressing, elongating. In less than two seconds, the crude chunk of stone had been molded into something else entirely.

Thin, needle-like shards. Dozens of them. Each one razor-sharp, glinting faintly in the dim light.

'Craftsman Genius,' Viktor realized with horrifying clarity. 'It used MY ability to reshape the debris—'

The wooden knight's hand opened.

The shards hung in the air for one impossible moment.

Then they 'launched'.

Not thrown. 'Controlled'.

Dagger Control—another of Viktor's abilities—allowed telekinetic manipulation of small bladed weapons within twenty meters. The knight was using it to propel the shards at supersonic speeds.

Viktor's Ultra Instinct fired.

He dove left, his body twisting mid-air as the first volley of shards tore through the space he'd occupied a heartbeat ago.

SHING! SHING! SHING!

Three shards grazed his right arm, slicing through skin and muscle. Blood sprayed.

"Gahh—!" Viktor hit the ground rolling, coming up in a crouch.

The remaining shards curved mid-flight, adjusting trajectories.

'It's guiding them manually!'

Viktor shadow-walked again, vanishing into the floor.

The shards followed.

They stabbed into the stone where he'd been, embedding deep with wet 'thunks'.

Viktor emerged ten feet away, gasping. His right arm hung useless, blood streaming from multiple puncture wounds.

The wooden knight was already moving.

Speed Acceleration.

It closed the distance in a blink, wooden sword sweeping in a horizontal arc aimed at Viktor's midsection.

Viktor raised his blade defensively.

CRACK!

The impact sent Viktor flying backward. His practice sword shattered—literally broke in half from the force.

He slammed into one of the motionless wooden dolls, his back cracking against solid oak.

'Shit—!'

The wooden knight didn't pause. It lunged forward, sword raised for a finishing thrust.

Viktor's Survival Foresight exploded across his skin. Goosebumps erupted down his arms, his entire nervous system screaming 'DANGER'.

He tried to move.

His body wouldn't respond.

Exhaustion. Complete, total exhaustion. His stamina was gone. His muscles refused to obey.

The wooden knight's blade descended.

Viktor closed his eyes.

'At least I won't die—'

THUNK!

The wooden sword pierced through his shoulder.

Not his heart. Not his throat.

His shoulder.

Pain exploded through Viktor's body. White-hot agony that made his vision blank out. He screamed—a raw, guttural sound that echoed through the chamber.

The wooden knight stepped back, pulling its sword free.

Blood gushed from the wound.

Viktor collapsed, falling forward onto his hands and knees. More blood dripped from his arm, his shoulder, various cuts covering his torso.

He gasped, trying to breathe, but his lungs wouldn't cooperate.

'Can't... move...'

The wooden knight stood over him, mission complete.

''[Training Session Complete]''

''[Host Status: Defeated]''

''[Survival Rate: 0%]''

Viktor didn't even have the energy to laugh this time.

He just collapsed fully, his cheek hitting the cold stone floor.

Darkness crept into the edges of his vision.

"VIKTOR!"

Footsteps. Running.

Hands—soft, warm—gripped his face, turning him gently.

Viktor's head was lifted, cradled against something soft and yielding.

A lap. Thighs.

"No, no, no—" Mira's voice, high and panicked. "Husband, please—"

Viktor forced his eyes open.

Mira's face hovered above him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her green eyes were wide, terrified, darting across his body.

So many wounds. Cuts across his arms, his torso, blood pooling beneath him. The puncture in his shoulder still bleeding freely.

"Why—why aren't you healing?!" Mira's hands trembled as they hovered over his shoulder, afraid to touch, afraid to hurt him more.

Then—

Green light.

The familiar flash of the dungeon's recovery protocol.

Mira gasped as Viktor's wounds began closing before her eyes. Skin knitting back together, blood flow ceasing, bruises fading from purple to nothing.

Within seconds, his body was restored.

Mira blinked, tears still falling, her hands moving to cup his face. "You... you're..."

"I'm fine," Viktor said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... exhausted."

Mira's lips trembled. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she bent forward, her face inches from his.

"Wh-why—" Her voice cracked. "Why are you endangering your life?!"

Before he could answer, her mouth crashed into his.

It was desperate. Messy. Her tongue pushed past his lips, exploring his mouth frantically, like she needed to confirm he was real, alive.

Viktor's stamina surged immediately. The Fluid Benefits ability activated, her saliva flooding his system with restored energy.

His cock hardened instantly, pressing painfully against his pants.

Mira pulled back after several seconds, breathing hard, more tears streaming down her face.

Viktor just lay there in her lap, chest heaving, staring up at her.

"How much time has passed?" he asked quietly.

Mira wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "F-five... maybe six hours."

Six hours. He'd been fighting, losing, healing, and repeating for six straight hours.

"Did you talk to Helena?" Viktor asked.

Mira nodded, sniffling. "Yes. She... she asked me to take care of you."

Viktor's lips curved into a faint smile. "Take care of me. Naturally. I expect that from her."

Mira's expression shifted slightly—something unreadable flickering across her face. Her tone carried a strange edge when she spoke. "She said... other things too."

Viktor didn't catch it. He was too focused on catching his breath, on processing the fight.

"Leave her," he muttered. "She must be exhausted."

"...Yeah," Mira said softly.

A moment of silence.

Viktor stared up at the darkness above, his body perfectly healed but his mind utterly drained. The wooden knight stood motionless in the center of the chamber, waiting.

Night was coming. He could feel it—the subtle shift in temperature, the way shadows deepened.

Everything felt soft. Quiet.

His cock throbbed insistently against his pants.

Viktor's breathing grew heavier.

"Can you..." He paused, voice rough. "Can you suck me off?"

Mira's breath hitched.

Her lips trembled. She looked down at him, green eyes still glassy with tears, then slowly—'carefully'—she lifted his head from her lap, setting it gently on the cold stone floor.

Viktor watched as she moved.

Mira shifted her position, crawling forward until she straddled his face, her thighs on either side of his head. She lowered herself onto her elbows, bringing her face level with his waist.

Her hands moved to his pants, fingers trembling slightly as they found the zipper.

She pulled it down slowly.

"Why don't you..." Mira's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "Why don't you try anal with Bella...?"

Viktor blinked, confused. "What?"

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