From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Ty felt a shiver run down his spine as she slid down his body, her lips brushing against his chest, her fingers trailing along his skin. She paused at his waist, her eyes meeting his, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Win the tournament," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, "and every wish you have will come true."

Her lips pressed against the bulge in his trousers, her breath hot against him. Ty's entire body tensed, his breath catching in his throat. He could feel her fingers working at his waistband, her eyes never leaving his, her gaze challenging. He struggled against the bindings, his muscles straining, his mind racing. He had to stay focused, had to keep his head clear, but the way she touched him, the way her eyes bore into his—it was almost too much.

"I could give you everything you desire," she murmured, her fingers tracing along his waist, her lips brushing against his skin. "All you have to do is win. Show me your strength. Prove to me that you're worthy." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly, her gaze flickering with something like vulnerability. "And maybe... maybe I'll let you have me."

Ty swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. He could feel her fingers slipping beneath his waistband, her touch sending a jolt through his body. He clenched his jaw, his eyes locking onto hers. "This isn't real," he said, his voice hoarse, his heart pounding. "Whatever you're doing... it won't work. My heart belongs to someone else."

The goddess's eyes flashed with something—anger, jealousy, maybe even pain. She pulled back slightly, her hand resting on his chest, her fingers splayed across his skin. "Someone else?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "And you think she's worth more than me?"

Ty nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes," he said, his voice steady, his eyes locked onto hers. "She's worth everything."

For a moment, the goddess was silent, her eyes searching his, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his, her breath warm against his skin. "Then prove it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Win the tournament. Show me that you're worthy of her. And maybe... just maybe... I'll help you get back to her."

She pulled away, her fingers trailing along his chest, her touch lingering. Ty watched her, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the bindings loosening slightly, the energy that held him in place beginning to fade. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I will," he said, his voice steady, his eyes filled with determination. "I'll win. And I'll get back to her. No matter what it takes."

As she placed her scepter back on his head, Ty blinked for a moment, and in the next, he found himself bandaged up around his chest and lower parts of his body, lying in a hospital bed. He opened his eyes, squinting at the dim light, and looked around. His gaze drifted up to a clock on the wall that read 2:00 a.m. He leaned forward, wincing slightly from the pain, and noticed JJ asleep at a nearby table, her head resting on her arms. A few beds over, John was laid out with IVs hooked up, tubes snaking around his body.

"How long was I out?" Ty thought, rubbing the top of his head. As he moved his right hand, it bumped into something. He turned to look and saw the sword, still in its sheath, resting beside him. Ty took a deep breath, his fingers wrapping around the hilt. Carefully, he pulled it out, the blade glinting faintly in the soft hospital light. As he unsheathed it, he saw a blue orb floating within the sphere embedded in the blade.

Curiosity piqued, Ty placed his hand over the orb. Suddenly, words began to echo in his mind—panicked, disjointed. "What the hell is going on? Where am I? Reginald?! Where are you? Why can't I see anything?!"

Ty's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled his hand away, sweat dripping down his forehead. The blade slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor with a loud jolt that shattered the stillness of the room.

JJ stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked, disoriented, her gaze falling on Ty. "T-Ty... you're awake," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. She rubbed her eyes, her expression brightening as realization hit her. "Oh my goodness!" She pushed herself up, stumbling toward his bed, her exhaustion evident in her movements. Without thinking, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him into a gentle hug.

Ty winced slightly, the pain in his chest flaring, but he managed a small smile, his arms slowly returning the embrace. "Hey... easy there," he whispered, his voice raspy, but there was warmth in his tone.

"How long have I been out anyway?" Ty asked, his voice still rough, as he watched JJ move around the table, her movements careful but deliberate. She picked up his sword, the metal glinting softly in the dim light before she placed it next to him on the table. Ty's eyes followed the sword for a moment, his mind still clouded.

"I think... eight or nine hours," JJ replied, glancing at him with a mixture of concern and relief. She took a moment to assess him, her eyes searching his face as if looking for signs that he was really okay. "It's a bit surprising you're awake already, given all the damage you took." She paused, a small chuckle escaping her lips. "Things really sped up. I believe some of the viewers were unhappy with the pace of the first stage."

Ty smirked slightly, a bit of his usual confidence returning. He could feel the ache in his muscles, the tightness in his chest, but the fact that he was still here, still breathing, gave him a sense of triumph. "I see. I don't think that's a problem for me now, is it?" His tone was light, almost teasing.
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JJ shook her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She leaned against the side of the table, her eyes meeting his. "I suppose not. Though it does make me wonder how the next stage will pan out, especially with such a huge chunk of the pool falling apart." Her gaze grew distant for a moment, as if she was imagining the chaos that had erupted after their victory.