Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 32: Huge Gains from the Demon Heart

Joji drove his sword into Jaime’s torn chest and pried.

The demon heart came free with a wet pull. It was small enough to fit his palm, black as obsidian, and it still beat outside any body.

As a doctor, he knew it was impossible. As a man in Primeria, he had learned to stop arguing with impossible things.

"This is a fantasy world after all," he murmured.

Then he ate it. He forced it down in hard swallows.

The taste hit like licorice at first, sweet in a wrong way, then the bitterness bloomed and clung to his throat like a curse.

Heat rolled through him. Veins across his arms and neck darkened, black lines crawling under skin.

His pupils shifted. Pressure built behind his skull. A horn pushed up at the back of his head, blunt at first, then sharper.

He staggered, breath hitching, and clawed at his cuirass.

Something pressed at his back like bone trying to unfold.

He tore the armor off and a wing burst out, stretching with a sound like wet cloth ripping.

Then his flesh warped.

Joji grabbed at the horn, panic rising, but the thing began to shrink.

The wing shuddered, folded, and pulled back into him as if the body reconsidered its own decision.

The pain eased. The black veins faded. His eyes returned to normal.

But his sight did not.

The world looked different. He could still see stone and blood and candle light, but he also saw energy now, faint currents and drifting motes.

Tiny particles hung in the air, like dust that wanted to be stars.

Joji lifted his hand and tried to call the blue specks to him.

They answered. A small blue orb formed above his palm, humming softly, steady as a held breath.

He threw it across the chamber.

It hit the far wall and exploded.

Joji blinked, then laughed once, sharp and disbelieving.

"That was a magic missile, wasn’t it? Damn son," he exclaimed.

His chest rose and fell fast. He swallowed the last of the bitter aftertaste, then turned his gaze inward, to the thing only he could see.

Joji opened his status window.

{Name: Joji of Sins Crossroad}

{Constitution: Embryonic Storm Bringer}

{Age: 21}

{First Job: Rank-3 Knight}

{Second Job: See Available}

{Aura: 13.8} (⇧ 0.5)

{Mana: 17.1} (⇧ 14.6)

{Brawn: 8.8} (⇧ 3.2)

{Quickness: 8.6} (⇧ 3.2)

{Wisdom: 20.4}

{Stamina: 19.4} (⇧ 3.2)

{Charisma: 18.9} (⇧ 1.0)

{Fortune: 28.5} (⇧ 1.0)

{BODY AUGMENTATIONS}

{Eyes} {Rank: C}

{Cave Ogre Eyes - To see through night and darkness as though it were noon-day.} 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

{Regeneration} {Rank: D}

{Runt Troll Regeneration - To regenerate wounds and, in some measure, to heal even the vital organs.}

{(NEW) Imp Demon Heart} {Rank: E}

{Assimilated by the Embryonic Storm Bringer. Your body is now extremely attuned to use mana.}

{PROGRESS OF ARTS AND TRAINING}

{Fundamental Level of Swordsmanship}

{Measure of Proficiency: 67.5%} (⇧ 2.1)

{Intermediate Level of Swordsmanship}

{Measure of Proficiency: 12.5%} (⇧ 0.3)

{Fundamental Level of Close Combat}

{Measure of Proficiency: 14.1%} (⇧ 1.7)

{Everhart Tempest Arts Series: 3/10} {Rank: S}

{Lightness of the Wind Art}

{Measure of Proficiency: 9.5%} (⇧ 0.3)

{Emerald Blade Wind Art}

{Measure of Proficiency: 9%} (⇧ 0.5)

{Protectorate Barrier Wind Arts}

{Measure of Proficiency: 7.9%} (⇧ 0.2)

{TITLES AND ACHIEVEMENTS}

{Everyman - Can do, learn, and master pretty much any kind of job.}

{A Passive Skill Borne Forward from Your Former Life.}

Joji stared at the status window and felt his pulse climb with the numbers.

Each point was not some vague blessing.

One point meant the strength of a healthy, normal man, and he had just gained what months, even years, of hard work would have taken from him.

The demon heart had not only fed his body. It had fed his mana.

This made his wariness of Sir System loosened by a small degree.

If this thing was unique to him, then maybe it really was built to help him.

Still, he refused to waste questions on anything that did not matter.

"Sir Engine. How many jobs can I activate right now?" he asked.

{For now, you will be able to awaken two job slots. As your physique grows and assimilates further abilities, another slot shall be made available.}

Joji let the answer sit. In the myths, Pinnaclers could wield jobs they did not specialize in, but their main path always defined them.

He was not a Pinnacler. Not yet. Two slots meant two mistakes could ruin him, so he would not rush.

His eyes drifted to the far end of the dungeon where a small sphere bobbed in place, steady as a heartbeat.

The dungeon core. About the size of a walnut. It looked harmless, almost stupid, considering what it could spawn.

Joji swallowed once to make the large thing go smoother, then he put the core in his mouth. He almost choked at how large it was.

He waited. One minute. Two. Nothing happened.

He pulled up his status window again and searched it like a man reading a verdict, looking for what had changed.

{(NEW) Dungeon Core} {Rank. E}

{Open a personal dungeon anywhere.}

{Prerequisite Job: Dungeon Master}

Joji’s mind caught in a knot. A dungeon of his own was a game changer.

He could store knights inside and unleash them on a battlefield like a hidden blade.

He could hide supplies. Hide people. Hide himself. But the cost sat right beside the power.

It would expose him. Knights might not say it aloud, but words traveled. They always did.

And from the original Joji’s memory, there had not been a dungeon master for millennia.

The Dungeon Master Pinnaclers was spoken of so sparingly in myth, appearing only a few times across the history of demon sealing, despite being tied to the very creation of the demon world’s core.

Joji forced himself to stay realistic. He was leaning toward becoming a mage.

Fourteen’s versatility had burned itself into his memory.

If Joji could fight like that, it would give him an arsenal no orthodox knight could predict.

And then there was Rosalind. Asking a few teachings from her was no problem.

Duchess Rosalind was a peak rank six Grand Magus, a secret kept only between her, Daisy, and Joji.

In the war she had shown only peak rank five High Mage capability, the same public tier as Eleonor Sins Crossroad, the original Joji’s mother.

Rosalind had stayed in the rear as a hidden knife against schemes.

If she had revealed everything back then, Joji and Daisy would have been sold as slaves at best.

At worst, they would have become subjects on a table, stitched and measured.

The thought made Joji shiver. He clenched his fist until his knuckles ached, forcing the nerves down.

He started to move away. The dungeon shook under his feet.

"What’s happening?" Joji demanded.

{You have eaten the dungeon core. What did you think would follow?}