Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 6: World Map Function

I unwrapped the fourth present, uncovering an ability named "Limit Breaker." Its explanation remained unclear, yet the possibilities seemed immense. This power vowed to render my physique boundless, to elevate every skill and ability to their peak instantly, and to eliminate all drawbacks.

Moreover, it granted me command over my form down to the cellular level. Such an overwhelmingly dominant skill could render me unbeatable once I acquired potent abilities from the system's supermarket Store.

Nevertheless, I remained timid, lacking any real power or means to defend myself apart from the Magical Tool. Uncertainty loomed about the threats awaiting me in this place, yet my resolve to uncover them grew firm.

With a mix of anxiety, I unveiled the final gift, silently wishing for something to safeguard my well-being. It unveiled a power termed "Healing Factor," a capability that ensured my immortality by mending every wound, shielding me from illnesses and contagions. The consequences stretched wide, stirring both thrill and dread.

"Ha ha ha haaaa.... I will be a fucking unkillable monster.... awesome..." Laughter burst from me uncontrollably, fueled by the thrill of attaining what no one else could, instantly transforming me into an Immortal Being. Yet, the mirth halted abruptly as a troubling idea surfaced.

Combat prowess still eluded me, and should anyone discover my powers, capture or dissection might follow.

Standing motionless, curiosity gripped me regarding this realm's essence. Ignorance persisted on whether magic thrived here, akin to tales of protagonists reborn into enchanted realms in novels.

Those manga had captivated me, but I never imagined such a fate befalling my own life. The notion blended exhilaration with horror, weaving awe alongside trepidation.

No desire to harm myself arose strong enough to test the Healing Factor's efficacy, though the system's other features left no room for skepticism.

The Healing Factor stood as a formidable gift, assuring my survival through any ordeal. However, possession of it didn't erase the pangs of hunger or thirst.

This power would sustain my existence, even should I wither into a skeletal husk—a concept offering solace yet instilling terror.

Cautious strategy became imperative; sole dependence on the Healing Factor wouldn't suffice for mere survival. Exploration of this world demanded attention, along with grasping its laws and inhabitants.

Finally, my focus shifted to the Super-Market Store, a repository brimming with essentials like sustenance and apparel, extending to firearms, vehicles, aircraft, helicopters, spacecraft, and temporal devices.

An infinite assortment lay available. For skills, options abounded from basic swimming and hunting to artistry, culinary arts, scouting, stealth killing, wilderness endurance, and beyond. The catalog stretched on interminably, offering whatever one desired.

Yet, purchasing power remained absent. Basic edibles typically demanded 10 Pervert Points, while an opulent feast topped out at 50 Pervert Points, the upper limit for provisions.

A simple water flask represented the bargain at 2 Pervert Points. Attire ranged from 50 Pervert Points to a staggering 10000, encompassing diverse outfits such as pressurized suits and flame-resistant gear.

Abilities came at a steep cost. Swimming required 10000 Pervert Points, hunting 20000, and assassination a hefty 45000 Pervert Points.

Among them, swimming proved the most affordable, but the survival expertise I craved most clocked in at 30000 Pervert Points. Glancing at my empty Pervert Points tally, frustration boiled over into profanity.

"Motherfucker... system, do you want to kill me?" Outrage poured from me toward the system for overlooking my dire need for basics like nourishment, given the initial absence of Pervert Points.

Provisions like food and drink lay beyond my grasp, and accumulating Pervert Points hinged on encountering a woman. But in this godforsaken wilderness, where might such a meeting occur?

Each ability in the lineup carried exorbitant tags. Cloning ranked among the more modest at 100000 Pervert Points.

Telekinesis demanded about 1 million Pervert Points, Superhuman Strength 500000 Pervert Points, and Telepathy a whopping 10 million Pervert Points.

Anger and exasperation surged within as I shut down the store interface. Utter destitution defined my state, with no apparent path to amass Pervert Points amid this infernal wilderness.

Shouts directed at the system yielded silence, reinforcing its lifeless, unintelligent nature. Abruptly, a system alert chimed in.

[ Does the host want to initiate the Live World Map Function? ]

[ Yes / No ]

Without hesitation, I selected Yes, figuring the map at least revealed the world's scale. Upon affirmation, a holographic chart materialized on the interface, reminiscent of video game displays.

My position appeared marked, featuring a 3D avatar mirroring my stance precisely. Rather than orbital imagery, it resembled a tactical terrain layout from gaming.

The surrounding jungle sprawled visibly. This tool proved invaluable, prompting me to experiment with magnification. Expanding the view to encompass the globe, clusters of red markers emerged, densely packed at the jungle's fringe in groups numbering hundreds, with more clusters farther afield.

Further expansion revealed familiar continental outlines mirroring Earth's, confirming my spot in America. The coordinates aligned roughly with my prior home city, though labels for lands or settlements stayed absent—just positional data and those crimson indicators.

Enlarging focus on the nearest red clusters beyond the treeline showed them in motion.