Chapter 2: The Maid's Obsession

As the door to Luna's castle opened, three equally beautiful women could be seen.

Standing in the lead was Luna, who had changed her attire to a Gothic dress before she had left to kill the two other women. After all, only her Darling was allowed to see her beautiful naked body!

Standing beside Luna was a woman with long blonde hair that fell below her thighs. Peaking out from her beautiful blonde hair were two long-pointy ears. Her complexion was fair. Her eyes were a gentle green that even the possessiveness they held could not hide. She was dressed in a green one-piece dress that tightly hugged her seductive curves. Her slender arms were laid bare for the world to see, and her long legs were enveloped in green, thigh-high stockings, revealing her plump, juicy thighs. She was the epitome of a femme fatale.

Three footsteps behind them stood a black-haired woman dressed in a classical European black and white maid uniform. Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, extending down to her waist. Her pupils were a bright golden, but instead of being round, they were vertical. On top of her midnight black hair, two golden ears with white tufts of fur poked out. Behind her back, a fluffy, golden tail extended out. Her beautiful, slender legs were wrapped in black and white thigh-high stockings.

"Long-eared seductress, move aside!" Luna exclaimed as she elbowed Sylvia.

Sylvia snorted as she narrowed her eyes into crescents. With a simple thought, a green vine sprouted from a nearby wall and stopped Luna's elbow in place.

"Tch." Luna harrumphed angrily, knowing full well their strengths were equally matched. Otherwise, the long-eared femme fatale and the perverted maid would have died in her hands long ago.

"Can you two please move aside? As a dutiful maid, it is my responsibility to check on my Master's well-being." Isabella said 'expressionlessly' as she gazed at the two bickering women.

As if Luna and Sylvia had discussed it beforehand, they turned their heads behind their shoulders and looked at the so-called 'dutiful and expressionless maid'.

"Darling is MINE!" Luna remarked coldly, snorted, and then strode inside the castle.

Sylvia shook her head with narrowed eyes filled with killing intent and remarked, "Ara~! Ara~! Little Isabella has changed so much; from a stray little cat to a pervert. You shouldn't think about what doesn't belong to you. Hubby is only mine!" Then, she too strode inside the castle, leaving behind a floating mirror in front of Isabella's face.

Even after a sweep of her gaze, Isabella's slightly sun-kissed face remained unchanged.

Her intimidating, golden, vertical eyes were filled with obsession, which was nothing new, and the drool leaking from her red lips was also nothing new. It was only natural for her to lose her dutiful composure whenever she thought of her Master.

For he was HER Master!

HER God!

HER everything!

Suddenly, Isabella's eyes changed to an eerie, black like that of the Abyss. "Don't worry, Master, your maid will come to rescue you! After all, without your maid, who will eternally serve you!?"

Then, she took one final look at the castle and smirked disdainfully.

"Finally! Now I can be with my Master for all eternity!" Her eyes glowed with pure obsession, and the saliva dripping down her lips increased as she thought of various ways to best serve her master!

Subsequently, in one swift motion, she lifted her right hand and pierced through her heart.

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Immediately after getting blinded by the white light, Lucian felt his Soul being pulled in three directions. It was excruciatingly painful, and soon cracks ran across the surface of his Soul, causing Lucian to feel absolute dread. If his Soul shattered, he would never reincarnate. He would disappear forever.

Then, just as suddenly, his Soul, which was on the verge of shattering stopped, and it repaired itself as if time had reversed.

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Immediately after his Soul was repaired, Lucian felt a sharp pain near his heart, like he had been stabbed. He snapped his eyes wide open and saw a black-robed man with a white faceless mask. In his grasp was a black dagger, and splotches of fresh blood dyed the grass beside his feet.

"Brat, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being a useless waste." The assassin said disdainfully in a hoarse-sounding voice.

Although Lucian did not possess Mana sense, he was able to guess the assassin's Mage Rank with his vast experience alone.

'A mere Tendon Tempering Realm Mage is threatening me. How funny.'

Ancestral God Lucian would have ignored the man's disdainful words and actions. As the previous most powerful Ancestral God, no one dared to go against him… openly. Yet, Lucian had not cared about their hidden sinister motives either, he had been indifferent to it. Maybe that was how he had died. His indifference had bordered on arrogance.

As for Dao Immortal Lucian, he would have swiftly ended the assassin's life. Not wanting to waste a second of his precious time.

The hidden pervert Three Star Michelin Chef Lucian would have been frightened for his life. He would have cowered, ran away for dear life, and then called the police. …Well, he would have tried to run away before dying pitifully.

But now that he was the fusion of all three Lucians, a different person was created. Lucian looked at the man, and an overwhelming ancient aura filled with killing intent exploded out, directly impacting the assassin, causing him to instantly spit out a mouthful of blood before falling unconscious.

"Where am I?" Lucian mumbled in a low voice as he gazed at the tall trees surrounding him.

However, before Lucian could properly investigate his surroundings, numerous memories began flooding into his mind.

In those memories, he found out that he was occupying the body of a young mage named Wang Chen. He had not even stepped into Mana Condensation Realm. He was the son of the Wang Family's Clan Head, Wang Ming, and his wife Wang Jiangsu. Even though the body's parents were relatively strong in terms of Mortal Realm Mages standards, their son was complete trash and the laughingstock and shame of the Wang Family. Even after eighteen years and countless precious resources, he could not even condense Mana.

As for how Wang Chen got into this situation, it was a simple case of his parents wanting to eliminate the stain on their family. Although the death of the Wang Family's heir would bring even more shame to their family, temporary shame was nothing compared to eternal shame. Eventually, the public would forget about Wang Chen's death.

Lucian looked at the unconscious assassin with indifference. 'Heh, and to restore the Wang Family's reputation, they would kill this poor sucker and even parade his dead body.'

Had he not taken over this body, he could already imagine that scene playing out.

'Now, just how did I end up taking over this body? How did Wang Chen die?' Lucian looked down at his chest where there was a slight cut. If that cut could kill a person, trillions would die each second. Surely, a mere flesh wound did not kill Wang Chen.

'Is this transmigration coincidental or is someone or something toying with my life?' Lucian did not like the thought of his life being toyed around with.

Worst of all, the body Lucian transmigrated into, was completely useless. From Wang Chen's memories, he discovered the body did not possess Mana Veins.

Mana Veins were essential for any aspiring mage. Without Mana Veins, it was impossible to sense the Mana within the world, let alone absorb it and store it to increase one's Mage Realm.

However, Lucian knew that every living being possessed Mana Veins, they were an essential organ for every living being. Not being born with Mana Veins was the same as not being born with a heart.

Lucian's brows furrowed in displeasure, and slight killing intent released from his body before his expression returned to normal.

'Wang Chen, although I, Lucian do not owe you; however, since I am occupying your body, I will uncover the truth behind your Mana Veins being destroyed from birth.' Lucian silently promised. He was not a man who liked owing others favors. If he could, he would have teleported into the Wang Family's estate and demanded answers. Unfortunately, even with his vast knowledge, without possessing Mana, his knowledge was useless.

Lucian eyed the unconscious assassin and frowned before indifferently speaking in his mind, 'System, do you have any way to restore my Mana Veins?'

Even Ancestral God Lucian, who had eons of knowledge, had never heard of someone actually possessing a System. Until now, a System was mere fiction.

As for restoring his Mana Veins, Lucian had several methods, yet none were feasible and were too time-consuming. Therefore, he wondered if the System, which had put him into this mess, had a method.

'Affirmative, Host! The solution is quite simple and has already been given in the form of a quest. Once the host completes the quest, your Mana Veins will be restored. To view the quest and other information regarding the Host, please think of the word, status.' The System explained solemnly in a robotic voice.

'Status.' Lucian said in his mind.