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

Chapter 61: Awakening the system…

Zafron's eyes fluttered open, his mind struggling to make sense of his surroundings. Gone was the endless void, the crumbling White Plane, and the terrifying visage of Gustavo. Instead, he found himself lying on a bed of impossible comfort, surrounded by walls that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light.

'Am I dead? Truly dead this time?' he wondered, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and disbelief. 'Or is this another trial?'

Cautiously, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, half-expecting the floor to dissolve beneath him. But it remained solid, cool marble under his bare feet. With tentative steps, he made his way to the ornate door of the room, his hand hesitating for a moment before grasping the handle.

As the door swung open, Zafron's breath caught in his throat. There, standing just outside, was Aphrodite herself. The goddess's beauty was as overwhelming as ever, but there was a new warmth in her eyes, a hint of pride that Zafron couldn't quite understand.

"My lady," he stammered, dropping to one knee out of instinct. "I... I don't understand. The void, it was collapsing. I thought-"

Aphrodite's melodious laugh cut him off. "Rise, Zafron. Your trials are over. Would you care for some tea?"

Zafron blinked, certain he had misheard. "Tea?" he repeated, incredulity coloring his voice. "But... but my lady, what about the void? The White Plane? I was facing eternal damnation, stuck in this realm forever.

And you're offering... tea?"

A knowing smile played on Aphrodite's lips. Before Zafron could protest further, she clapped her hands. The sound seemed to ripple through the air, and suddenly, a figure emerged from a doorway Zafron could have sworn wasn't there a moment ago.

His eyes widened in disbelief. "Calista?" he breathed, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The beautiful woman who had accompanied him through the trials was there, carrying a silver tea set with practiced grace.

Zafron's mind reeled. 'How is this possible? Calista... she didn't make it past the second gate. Unless... unless none of it was real?'

As if reading his thoughts, Aphrodite gestured to a table that materialized between them. "Please, sit. All will be explained in due time."

Still dazed, Zafron lowered himself into one of the chairs. Calista set the tea service on the table, offering him a warm smile before retreating. But as she stepped back, two more figures emerged from the same mysterious doorway.

Zafron's heart leapt into his throat. "Aurelia? Thera?" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. The two women he thought he had lost, one to the chasm of greed and the other to his own sacrifice, stood before him, alive and well.

"My lord," Thera said, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We've been waiting for you."

Aurelia stepped forward, the jewel she had given him now hanging from a chain around her neck. "You did well, Zafron. Better than any of us could have hoped."

Zafron's head spun, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. 'None of it was real? But it felt... everything felt so real. The fear, the pain, the choices...'

"I don't understand," he finally managed, looking from the three women to Aphrodite. "Was it all an illusion? A trick?"

Aphrodite took a sip of her tea, regarding Zafron over the rim of her cup. "Not an illusion, Zafron. A test. A journey of the soul, if you will. Each gate, each trial, was designed to strip away a layer of your being, to reveal your true nature."

As the goddess spoke, memories of the trials flashed through Zafron's mind. The collapsing bridge, the shifting labyrinth, the final confrontation with Gustavo. Each moment had felt so visceral, so terrifyingly real.

"But... why?" he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Why put me through all of that?"

Aphrodite set down her cup, her expression turning serious. "Because, Zafron, true heroes are not born. They are forged. Through trials, through sacrifice, through facing their deepest fears and desires. You entered this realm as a boy seeking a second chance at life. You leave it as a man who understands the true meaning of courage, loyalty, and sacrifice."

Zafron's gaze dropped to his hands, remembering how they had felt around Gustavo's throat, how they had trembled as he made the choice to sacrifice himself for Thera. "And the others?" he asked, looking up at the three women who had accompanied him on his journey.

Aurelia stepped forward. "We were guides, Zafron. Each of us representing a different aspect of desire. Wealth," she gestured to herself, "Beauty," she nodded towards Calista, "and Loyalty," she finished, smiling at Thera.

"Your choices in each trial revealed your true character," Thera added, her voice filled with warmth. "You chose wisely, my lord. Not once did you succumb to greed or vanity. Even in the final moment, faced with your greatest fear, you chose sacrifice over self-preservation."

Zafron's mind whirled with the implications of what they were saying. Every choice, every struggle, had been a test. And somehow, against all odds, he had passed.

As the realization settled over him, Aphrodite rose from her seat. "It's getting late, Zafron. You should be on your way."

Confusion furrowed his brow. "Go? Go where, my lady? I have no place to return to. Couldn't I... couldn't I stay here for a while?

At least until whatever happens to wandering spirits takes effect?"

A knowing smirk played on Aphrodite's lips. "Oh, Zafron. You've passed your test. You can go home now."

With a wave of her hand, a door appeared before them, seemingly floating in mid-air. It was a simple wooden door, not unlike the one Thera had found in the Labyrinth of Vanity.

Zafron stared at it, a mixture of hope and trepidation swelling in his chest. "Home?" he whispered, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. "But... how? I died. My old life is gone."

Aphrodite placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "The life you knew is gone, yes. But the life you've earned, the life you've proven worthy of, awaits you on the other side of that door. You've been given a true second chance, Zafron. Not just at life, but at becoming the man you were always meant to be."

Tears pricked at the corners of Zafron's eyes as the full weight of Aphrodite's words sank in. He turned to the three women who had been his companions, his guides, his tests. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "All of you. I... I won't forget the lessons you've taught me."

Aurelia, Calista, and Thera smiled in unison, each placing a hand over their heart in a gesture of farewell.

With a deep breath, Zafron turned to face the door. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for the handle, but there was no hesitation in his movement. Whatever awaited him on the other side, he knew he was ready to face it.

As Zafron reached for the handle of the mysterious door, Aphrodite's voice halted him. "Wait, Zafron. There's one last thing."

He turned, curiosity and a hint of apprehension in his eyes. The goddess approached him, a mischievous glint in her eternal gaze.

"A little gift," she said softly, reaching out to touch his forehead. Her fingertips glowed with a soft, pinkish light. "From another god who has become quite the fan of yours during your trials."

A warm sensation spread from the point of contact, flowing through Zafron's body like liquid sunlight. It was over in an instant, leaving him feeling... different. Not in any way he could articulate, but as if something fundamental had shifted within him.

"My lady," he began, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What was that?"

Aphrodite's smile was enigmatic. "Something to complete you, Zafron. A tool to help you on your new journey. You'll understand soon enough."

Still puzzled but trusting in the goddess's wisdom, Zafron nodded his thanks. With one last look at the realm that had changed him so profoundly, he took a deep breath and stepped through the threshold, into the brilliant light beyond.

The door closed behind him, fading away as if it had never existed. In the realm of the gods, Aphrodite's smile widened, knowing that this hero's story was far from over.

Somewhere, in the world of the living, Zafron's eyes fluttered open. For a moment, everything was a blur of colors and shapes. Then, as his vision cleared, he found himself staring not at a ceiling or sky, but at something entirely unexpected.

Floating before his eyes was a strange, translucent screen. Text appeared on it, glowing with an otherworldly light:

[Congratulations, you have awakened the Eros Vitality System]

Zafron blinked, his mind reeling. 'Eros Vitality System? What in the world...?'