I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Zafron's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry and unfocused. A sharp, stabbing pain in his back immediately demanded his attention – a sensation all too familiar. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy, unresponsive.

'Where... am I?' he thought, his mind still foggy from what felt like a long, deep slumber.

As his vision cleared, he found himself in a strange, unfamiliar room. The walls were a pristine white, almost glowing with an otherworldly sheen. Unlike the rustic inns and taverns he was accustomed to, this place exuded an air of sterility and advanced technology.

His gaze drifted down to his chest, where an odd device was attached. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before – a curious blend of arcane symbols and sleek, metallic components. Thin, glowing lines crisscrossed its surface, pulsing with a soft, blue light. The contraption seemed to hum with barely contained energy, a low vibration he could feel resonating through his body.

'What in the world is this thing?' Zafron wondered, his eyes widening in a mixture of fascination and apprehension.

Suddenly, a translucent screen materialized before his eyes, startling him. Glowing text appeared in a sleek, futuristic interface:

[System Alert]

Three hours before full recovery

Poison in your system is currently being detoxified

Zafron blinked rapidly, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. 'A... floating message? How is this possible?' His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. 'Is this... is this what Aphrodite meant by a gift?

Some kind of... magical information system?'

As he pondered this, his eyes roamed the room, taking in more details. The furniture was sparse but elegant – a single chair beside his bed, a small table in the corner. On the far wall, he noticed what appeared to be a large, dark mirror. But something about it seemed off, as if it might serve a purpose beyond mere reflection.

'This can't be Astoria,' Zafron realized, his brow furrowing in confusion. 'These devices... this level of arcane technology... I've only heard rumors of such advancements in the larger cities.' A pang of worry shot through him. 'But if I'm not in Astoria, where are Mara and Matilda?'

As if responding to his thoughts, the floating screen flickered, presenting a new message:

[System Alert]

Would you like to view your profile?

"Yes," Zafron said aloud, his voice hoarse from disuse. Nothing happened. 'Hmmm, weird. I said yes,' he thought, frustration creeping into his mental voice.

[Zafron's Profile]

Name: Zafron

Potency Level: 1

Vitality XP: 0/100

Physical Attributes:

Strength: 10

Endurance: 8

Agility: 9

Vitality: 6

Eros Attributes:

Virility: 5

Pheromone Production: 4

Reproductive Health: 7

Social Attributes:

Charm: 7

Confidence: 6

Attraction: 5

Eros Skills:

Stamina: 6

Technique: 4

Intimacy: 5

Status:

Overall Health: 60/100

Potency: 40/100

XY Virus Resistance: 30%

Active Effects:

[Healing] - Recovering from poison

[XY Suppression] - Virus effects partially suppressed

Zafron's eyes widened as he scanned the information. 'What... what is all this? Are these... my attributes? But why are they so low?' He frowned, a mix of curiosity and concern washing over him.

'And XP? Experience, maybe? But why is it zero?'

As questions flooded his mind, another prompt appeared:

[System Alert]

Would you like to connect to a service line for assistance?

'Yes,' Zafron thought immediately, eager for some explanation of this bizarre situation.

The screen shifted once more, this time displaying something that made Zafron's heart skip a beat:

Available Assistants

Thera [Active]

Calista [Active]

Aurelia [Active]

'What?!' Zafron's mind reeled. 'How... how is this possible? These are the women from my trials! How can they be here, in this... whatever this system is?'

Without hesitation, driven by a mixture of shock and desperate curiosity, Zafron focused his thoughts on Thera's name.

In an instant, a small, holographic image of Thera appeared on the screen. It was a perfect, miniature representation of the woman who had guided him through his trials. The image smiled warmly, and then, to Zafron's utter astonishment, it spoke.

"Hi, Lord Zafron. How may I help you?"

Zafron's jaw dropped, his eyes wide with disbelief. 'She... she can hear me? And speak to me? Through this... magical screen?'

"Th-Thera?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is it really you? How are you here? What is all of this?"

The tiny Thera smiled patiently. "I understand your confusion, Lord Zafron. This is the Eros Vitality System, a gift from the gods to aid you in your new journey. I am an interface designed to assist you in understanding and utilizing this system. What would you like to know?"

Zafron's mind raced, struggling to process this information. 'A gift from the gods? An interface? What does any of that mean?' He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts.

"Okay," he said slowly, remembering to think his words rather than speak them aloud. 'Let's start with the basics. What exactly is this Eros Vitality System? And why do I have it?'

Thera's hologram nodded. "The Eros Vitality System is a divine tool granted to you by Aphrodite and other gods who have taken an interest in your journey. It allows you to track your personal growth, provides information about your surroundings, and offers various abilities to aid you in your adventures."

Zafron's eyebrows shot up. 'Personal growth? Abilities? This is... incredible. But why me?

Why was I chosen for this?'

Before he could ask, Thera continued, "As for why you have it, that relates to your trials in the realm between life and death. Your choices and actions there proved your worth, and the gods decided to grant you this boon for your new life."

'New life...' Zafron mused, the weight of those words settling over him. 'So I really did die?! And now I'm back, with this... divine system to help me.'

"I see," he thought, his mind still reeling from the implications. 'Can you tell me more about the information I'm seeing? These stats and numbers... what do they mean?'

Thera's hologram gestured, and the stat screen reappeared. "Certainly, Lord Zafron. These numbers represent your current abilities and attributes. They start at a base level but can be improved through training, experiences, and completing quests. The higher these numbers, the more capable you become in various aspects of life and combat."

Zafron nodded slowly, beginning to understand. 'And XP? That stands for experience, right? How do I gain that?'

"Correct," Thera replied. "You gain experience points, or XP, by overcoming challenges, completing quests, and growing as an individual. As you accumulate XP, you'll be able to level up and improve your attributes."

As Zafron absorbed this information, his gaze drifted back to the strange device on his chest. 'Thera, what about this machine? The message said something about detoxifying poison...'

Thera's expression turned serious. "Ah, yes. You were gravely injured and poisoned, Lord Zafron. This device is a combination of advanced arcane technology and traditional healing methods. It's currently purging the remaining poison from your system and accelerating your body's natural healing processes."

Zafron's eyes widened. 'Poisoned? But how? The last thing I remember is...' His thoughts trailed off as fragments of memory flashed through his mind – a desperate fight, a blade coated in something sinister, pain spreading through his body.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the present. 'Thera, where am I? This doesn't look like any place I've been before.'

"You are in a specialized healing facility in the city of Drakoria," Thera explained. "Your companions brought you here after your injury. The technology you see around you is indeed more advanced than what you might find in smaller cities like Astoria."

'Drakoria?' Zafron thought, surprised. 'We've traveled that far? And Mara and Matilda... they're here?'

As if sensing his next question, Thera added, "Your companions are safe, Lord Zafron. They have been waiting anxiously for your recovery. Would you like any other thing?"

Zafron felt a wave of relief wash over him. 'No, it's fine thank you, Thera,'

As Thera's hologram nodded and faded, Zafron leaned back, his mind swirling with all he had learned. The Eros Vitality System, his new 'stats,' the advanced healing technology – it was all so much to take in.

'What a strange way to be awakened,' he thought, a mix of excitement and apprehension filling him. 'I suppose this is the beginning of my "new life." I just hope I'm ready for whatever challenges it brings.'

With that thought, Zafron settled back, waiting for his companions and whatever this new chapter of his life might hold. As he did, he couldn't help but wonder about the other two assistants, Calista and Aurelia. What roles would they play in this new system? And how would this gift from the gods change his life moving forward?

The sound of approaching footsteps outside his room pulled him from his thoughts. It seemed he was about to get some answers, at least about his immediate situation. Zafron took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever – or whoever – was about to come through that door.