The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 236. Starting A New Day With More Surprises! (New Skill, Extra Points, and Scam...?)

Chapter 236: 236. Starting A New Day With More Surprises! (New Skill, Extra Points, and Scam...?)

The morning light streaming through Rex’s window at the Silver Rest had a particular quality—one that seemed to have decided, firmly and without consultation, to radiate cheerfulness. It was the warm, unhurried kind of light that followed a long night, carrying no traces of the previous events, which could be considered either generous or indifferent, depending on your perspective.

Rex woke up in his room and looked at the morning light for about three seconds before he stretched.

As he stretched, he felt the comforting pull of his muscles awakening, urging him to embrace the day ahead. With a deep breath, he pushed aside the remnants of sleep and rose, ready to face whatever exciting adventures awaited him outside his door.

"Nrrrggghhhh... phewwwwwww~!" Rex then takes a lot of deep breaths while stretching his body. "I did it, didn’t it...?"

"Making someone’s wife pregnant and getting away with it," Rex chuckled, his laughter tinged with disbelief. "Last night was absolutely insane, even for my libido... it almost felt satisfied."

The stretch was a full-body event. Both arms overhead, spine extending, every vertebra offering its opinion on the previous forty-eight hours in sequence from bottom to top.

The sound he made during the stretch resembled that of someone who had undergone an expensive operation, had fully recovered, and was now confirming both physically and audibly that their return to baseline was complete.

"Oh yeah~! That’s the fucking spot right there..."

He sat up on the bed’s edge and let the morning settle around him, but then he noticed his morning wood was rising real tall.

"What a greedy little bastard..." Rex smirked. "Even after letting it all out yesterday... this little bastard is still craving more."

Rex held his chin while thinking about today. "Well now... don’t you feel all horny on me now, little bastard."

"We’re going to try and speak with Marceline because she’s going to be our next target for the day, but..." Rex looked outside the window. "I really wanted something more exciting with her, maybe like trying to find her cheating husband?"

"Yeah, yeah, that’s good... it’s been a while since I used psychological dominance."

"Alright, it seems I already have a schedule for that, and now..." Rex closed his eyes.

Then, a system notification appeared right in front of him as he summoned it.

[CONFIRMED IMPREGNATION: MARA KESSON]

[EVENT THRESHOLD REACHED: MAXIMUM BOND + CONCEPTION]

[FREE SKILL SELECTION UNLOCKED — ONE USE]

[SELECT ANY SKILL FROM THE FULL CATALOG. NO COST. NO PREREQUISITES.]

[ADDITIONAL BONUS: +1000 ENERGY POINTS RECEIVED FROM IMPREGNATING SOMEONE]

"Wait... what...?" Rex was surprised to see that he had received an additional ten thousand points simply for making Mara pregnant. "I get an extra just like that...?"

Rex’s body shivered for a moment. "Holy fucking shit... this is just worth-worth!"

"I get to choose skill, and I get ten thousand points as well! What’s even better that this shit is the easiest shit ever just by making someone pregnant!"

For a long time, Rex stared at the notification. "Well now... that lustful bitch of a goddess really provides me with some good shit right here by not telling me the extra points I get."

The thousand points registered in the back of his mind as a solid addition to an operational budget that had been tight since the island. He noted it with the satisfaction of someone whose accounting had just received a favorable adjustment.

"But still... the ability to freely choose skills was the most intriguing aspect." Rex crossed his arms. "It’s going to be difficult here since I need some useful skill I could get for my future plan."

"Hmmmmm..."

He sat there with the catalog open in his mind, scrolling through it with the same intensity he applied to decisions with long-term consequences. This was not the kind of attention that required immediate action, but rather a patient focus that understood the significance of the choice being made and its potential impact on everything that would follow.

He reflected on the night he had ambushed Aethelgard with his undead army. In particular, he recalled the Undead Bringer and the eight minutes he spent being pushed across the western plaza by Apollo’s combination attacks.

The gravitational mode of his full telekinesis proved to be the most effective.

The fire and lightning he generated through energy manipulation were also impactful.

His foresight provided him with advantages that no typical combatant could circumvent.

But then, he realized something crucial. It was what he had been missing during those eight minutes: the physical ability to navigate the gaps between those tools.

Apollo identified those gaps with the intelligence of someone adapting in real time. He discovered that Rex’s body, when not supported by a telekinesis field or undergoing regeneration from a fresh injury, moved and reacted like that of someone who had not invested significant time in developing combat skills outside of his system abilities.

This observation was accurate. He had not.

He had spent his time in this world developing his system, building his social position, and managing his relationships with the precision he applied to everything.

The martial capability he possessed reflected that of someone who had predominantly relied on telekinesis to win physical confrontations at a distance, without ever needing to cultivate additional combat skills.

Apollo had highlighted this gap. He was skilled enough as a fighter that the difference became significant.

"Even though I’m an expert at street fighting... those shits won’t work in this bullshit fantasy world." Rex said while thinking that he didn’t want that gap to matter again. "I had to fucking do it."

"This is for kicking some of those asses!"

He scrolled through the catalog until he found what he really wanted.

It didn’t take a whole minute for him to locate what he needed.

[MARTIAL ARTS — FULL POTENTIAL]

[DESCRIPTION: GRANTS COMPLETE AND INSTINCTIVE MASTERY OF ALL KNOWN UNARMED COMBAT DISCIPLINES.]

[INCLUDES: STRIKING SYSTEMS (BOXING, MUAY THAI, KARATE, TAE KWON DO, KUNG FU AND ALL REGIONAL FANTASY VARIANTS), GRAPPLING SYSTEMS (WRESTLING, JUDO, JUJITSU, SAMBO), GROUND COMBAT, JOINT MANIPULATION, PRESSURE POINTS, IMPACT MAXIMIZATION AT BIOLOGICAL WEAK POINTS.]

[MASTERY IS INSTINCTIVE — NO DRILLING REQUIRED. AVAILABLE IMMEDIATELY UPON ACQUISITION.]

Rex read it twice and believes that the skill is likely exactly what he needed, given its high quality.

"Full potential," he said quietly.

Full potential was the name of his other main skills, and it meant that there was no limit to how good they could be. It also meant that the thing worked at its real theoretical maximum instead of a metered version of it, allowing for optimal performance and efficiency in its application.

"Fuck it, let’s go."

He chose it right away without hesitation.

The acquisition was immediate. Not the gradual kind that some skills had shown on arrival, but the immediate kind, the kind that arrived complete and operational, the way the Shamelessness skill had arrived, fully present in the first moment of its existence.

Rex stood up and instinctively assumed some of his martial arts stances.

He moved his right hand in a swift arc, perfectly mimicking a jab combination. The motion possessed a quality it had never exhibited before: the precise efficiency of someone with twenty years of experience, who had eliminated every unnecessary movement, retaining only what was essential for the strike.

He moved through a complete combination sequence, unhurried, simply verifying the catalog.

Everything was present. Each system and discipline was seamlessly integrated, instinctive, and readily accessible, residing in his body just as knowledge lived in his mind after reincarnation had carried it forward from his previous life.

"Hell yeah," he said. "That’s fucking it."

"I could kick some ass with my martial arts and make them ashamed of themselves!"

He stood in the middle of his room, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Then, a thought struck him: he had often been at a disadvantage during confrontations where his opponents wielded weapons. It dawned on him that the catalog likely contained information to address that issue.

He scrolled through it again.

[WEAPONS MASTERY — FULL POTENTIAL]

[DESCRIPTION: GRANTS COMPLETE AND INSTINCTIVE MASTERY OF ALL KNOWN WEAPON DISCIPLINES.]

[INCLUDES: BLADED WEAPONS (SWORDS — ALL STYLES, DAGGERS, SPEARS, POLEARMS), IMPACT WEAPONS (MACES, HAMMERS, CLUBS), RANGED WEAPONS (BOWS, CROSSBOWS), THROWN WEAPONS...]

"You fucking piece of shit..."