Became a Demon with Pregnancy System

Luke arrived within a few minutes of appearing at the outskirts of Snowpeak Station, its flag visible to the distance. But just before he set foot on the approach, his finely attuned senses put him on guard.

A scalding musket of flame flew toward him from behind. Luke pivoted with panther-like grace, missing the attack by a hair's breadth. He narrowed his eyes when two dozen fire-red wolves emerged from the brush, each with a burning conglomerate of flames on its head as the snarls sent shivers down the forest.

"Fire Demon Wolves," Luke muttered, considering their size and strength. General Class, eight meters tall or so.

The leading wolf snarled, and the musket glowed brighter as it prepared to launch another attack. Luke's eyes turned cold. "Do you think you can challenge me?" 

Merely raising his hand, Luke surrounded himself with forty-nine fiery stars sealed together as they remained in a perfect circular shape. It was instantaneous, showing he had better control than any other sorcerer. A few seconds later, Luke cast a Fiery Dragon Blast that was ten times more powerful than the muskets fired by the wolves.

The fiery dragon opened its mouth and suddenly passed through the pack, turning half of them into ashes just like that. The surrounding forest smoldered as it practically turned into a scorched earth, with no sign of greenery.

The remaining wolves quivered in terror but had no choice but to turn and run. Luke, now filled with the urge of wanting to hunt, would not let them escape. With dark energy gleaming in his eyes, he conjured a black mist that spread across his surroundings in a manner reminiscent of an infection.

"Darkness Spell--Cursed Pool!"

The mist twisted and contorted, wrapping around the feral beasts, dragging them forth into a whirling pool of darkness. Their roars lasted a mere instant, as the black magic buried them into darkness.

Luke, left amidst the cold silence, clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Not a single spirit? What a waste."

A howl of panic for help caught Luke's ears, sharply turning him to the direction of the howling. Focused within his limited perception listening through the foliage, Luke stepped back in shock. 

"Help! I'm over here!"

He spun around, an astonishing sight met his eyes. A tiny girl with brushed-back, short tan hair was racing around to him, sweat-drenched clothing sticking tight to her athletic body. Oh, her round features were surprisingly charming, despite the wide-eyed terror reflected in them.

"Wait a second..." Luke murmured as he raised his eyes. "Is that, Tina Baine?"

The system, like it had been waiting for this very moment, sounded off in his mind,

[Ding! A Pregnancy Target Detected]

[Name: Tina Baine]

[Qualification: High]

[Form a bond to receive rewards]

"Well, well," Luke said, grinning as he spoke. "What are the odds?"

Tina tumbled into his arms and gasped for breath. "Thank you! You saved me!" Clinging to him tightly.

Luke's expression deepened into a smirk. "Don't thank me yet, darling. We have just met." 

"Help!" Tina Baine cried as she leapt toward Luke, clinging to him in desperation. In her moment of panic, she put her arms around his head, pulling him even closer than she ought to have done.

For a second, Luke lost almost all the air in his lungs, feeling her soft flesh push against his face. It took him a good few moments to get his bearings back, but he eventually freed her from his embrace, with some difficulty returning her gently to her feet.

"You must calm down," Luke said in an even voice, though assertively too. "That will be discussed after we've taken care of this."

Tina turned beet red in embarrassment for what she had just done; nevertheless, her panic returned to mind. "They are coming!" she shouted. "A pack of Flame Wolves are on my heels! Please, you've got to help me!"

Luke turned to see what Tina was running from. Dozens of flaming wolves emerged from the brush, rumbled through the earth. Their illuminated crimson pelts and smoldering fire flames on their foreheads clearly betrayed their origins in the Inferno Wolf Clan, notorious for their aggressiveness and territoriality.

"You do as I say, Tina," he told her. His voice became a combination of calmness and authority, which made her feel momentarily relieved notwithstanding the utter seriousness of the situation.

A Storm of Fire sent the Inferno Wolves hurling fireballs toward what they saw as their prey. Luke only needed perhaps a blink of an eye to react. Wind Constellations flared to life; blue-green stars formed and etched a seamless pattern in the air.

"Cyclone Snare!" he shouted.