My Milf System

Strolling through the kingdom with my hands in my pockets, I headed toward the academy. I wasn’t wearing shoes—just a pair of slippers. Mom had told me to buy some before going to school, but shopping would’ve only slowed me down. Besides, I don’t even like wearing shoes. My feet always get sweaty.

Just a few meters from the academy, I noticed an old woman sitting on a tattered mat by the roadside. Probably just another beggar. I walked over and tossed a coin in front of her, but as I did, I noticed her wrinkled hands shuffling a deck of black cards. Her long, unkempt black hair covered most of her face.

When she looked up, my breath hitched. Her pale, cloudy eyes locked onto me, unblinking.

Creepy.

I turned to leave, but before I could take a step, she suddenly stopped shuffling her cards and whispered, just loud enough for me to hear:

"The road ahead... thorns and embers... stepping forward only to burn."

I ignored her and kept walking.

Then, her voice came again—louder this time, both unsettling and strangely playful.

"Oh, the fool marches with the sun at his back... but does he see the shadow in the flames? Does he see the teeth gnawing at the edge of his fate?"

I paused, my brows knitting together, before spinning around.

She was grinning now, revealing a sharp-toothed gap in her smile.