Dreambreaker Chapter 100: Seraphina Darkthorn [2]

Chapter 100: Seraphina Darkthorn [2]

Leo Dostoevsky's POV:

So, fuckin' recently, I got myself hired by this Crimson viper.

The son of a bitch was damn well-known in the place I used to work.

But all of a sudden, the bastard stopped showin' up for his usual shady business in Dyrne Alley.

Rumor has it, the fucker got filthy rich or sothin'.

Now, I was happy as hell to get hired by him.

More money for him ant more money for .

But turns out, it wasn't even his ass who hired . It was so damn kid.

What was his na again? Noah, I think? Well, I gotta say, the kid don't look like no ordinary little shit with that build of his.

He's gotta be like 19 or sothin'.

And that's how my life's going.

Here I am, hired to do another one of these fuckin' illegal jobs. But hey! the paynt's lookin' damn good.

Got a truck loaded with these little bastards—bugs, all trapped up in glass containers.

Ring!—Ring!—Suddenly, the motherfucking phone started ringing, and I glanced at the caller ID—[Noah Grey, your boss.]

I scrunched up my face, staring at the caller ID.

I had originally set it as [Custor 3], but for so fuckin' reason, it kept changin' itself to [Noah Grey, your boss] all on its own.

No matter how many tis I tried to fix it, the shit always reverted back.

"I swear, one of these days I'm gonna chuck this damn phone!", I grumbled in frustration.

Click! "Well, hey there, kid,"— I blurted out.

["Are you in position?"] he went straight to business, no bullshit. I like people like this.

"Yeah, I'm near the MapleZ syrup farm."

["Alright, good. First, set up the steel container fluid nearby."]

["Then, travel 70 kiloters further north to the Kaskal mountains and release the containnt there. The wind will be blowing south towards Dakota. The Caelifera will make their way to MapleZ farms from there"]

"Why the hell is this plan so damn complicated? Can't I just release them right here?" I asked, all confused by this elaborate sche.

["No, that would leave evidence that it wasn't natural. I have designed this trap to align with natural factors. The Caeliferas have been raised to exhibit polyphenism, so they will migrate during this season. The Kaskal mountains will act as natural barriers, and the Caeliferas will definitely follow the wind to the south. By releasing the scent from the steel container fluid, your team can attract them. Afterward, pack up everything and leave."]—Click!

The motherfucker hung up the damn phone right in my face before I could even say shit.

"Motherfucker," I muttered in frustration.

Soon enough, an attachnt file was sent to my damn phone.

***

Noah Grey's POV:

Settling into the plush leather seat, I allowed myself to relax and slide around a bit.

A pleasant smile graced my face.

"Nano, change his online ID to 'I am gay'," I spoke.

[Affirmative. Updating Leo Dostoevsky's online profile... ] Nano replied in his usual monotone, devoid of any emotion.

A mischievous smirk took hold of my lips.

'What was it? Daddy got deep pockets?'

'Rich little brat?'

He shouldn't have made those remarks that day. And while I'm not one to hold grudges... I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this little prank.

"Oh, Right! Status?" I inquired.

____________________________

┌─────────────────┐

│ S t a t u s W i n d o w ?

└─────────────────┘

Na: Noah Grey

Age: 16 ( 23?)(=39?)

Species: Homosapien

Sub-Species: ta-Human/Technosapien/Technomorph/Nanomancer/Neo-Sapien

Abilities: Technokinesis, tamorphosis, Advanced proprioception.

Class: Marksman

Rank: E

PRIMARY STATS →

╭─────────────────────╮

│ Health: D- │ 500/ 500( 20?)

│ Mana: G- │ 126/ 126

│ Strength: D │ 560/ 560( 45?)

│ Dexterity: E │ ( )

│ Intelligence: ??? │ ( )

│ Mana Capacity: │ 0

│

╰─────────────────────╯

SECONDARY STATS→

╭───────────────╮

│Armor: E │ 25

│Resistance: (D ) │ 50

│Stamina: C │ ( )

│Charm: B- │ ( )

│Durability: (D ) │ 50

│Flexibility: B │ ( )

╰───────────────╯

SKILLS:

-Montum Transfer [Allows user to...]

-Perception[Allows user to...]

RELICS:

-None

ART:

Consecutive Archery ┃Bronze ?

(100% Mastery)

Propensity: None

Mysteries:

[Mystery of Teleportation]

[Solaris Amulet]

Achivnts:

[Legendary Achievnt! Acquired the mystery of Teleportation!]

[Legendary Achievnt! Acquired Solaris Amulet!]

____________________________

"My charm has reached (B-),huh?"— I muttered to myself, more inner thoughts than a direct question.

Am I finally good looking enough?

Can I really grab the attention of girls?

I damn well need to be confident for this plan to work.

If I want to get Svetlana, I better have so damn good looks to back it up.

Now, to clarify, I have got no intentions of getting into a romantic relationship with a SIXTEEN-year-old girl.

Because I'm TWENTY-FUCKING-THREE.

That's already more than enough reasons of why this is wrong.

But the fact that Svetlana's mother is Seraphina gives plenty of reasons to go through with this.

But realistically talking about this situation, it matches with those transmigration novels.

'Transmigration novels huh...'

I just can't wrap my head around those transmigration novels. It's like the main character, despite being a grown-ass thirty-year-old man, ends up pursuing teenage girls.

Seriously, what the actual hell? Fine you switched bodies with a teenager, but did you also beco a retard?

If I were ever in the mood to hook up, I'd prefer a mature woman, not so underaged girl.

Anyway

I glanced around the compartnt of the plane, searching for the air hostess. Finally, my eyes landed on her.

I motioned for her to co closer, activating my perception skill with a curious intent.

I had sothing I wanted to test.

"What can I assist you with, Sir?" she inquired, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

Due to my perception skill, I was quite certain that her smile was authentic, and not rely for the sake of formality.

"What is your na?" —I asked, tilting my head against my fist, my arm resting on the leather seat's armrest.

"It's Alia, Sir," she replied, her erald green eyes locked onto , a genuine smile gracing her face.

'Alia, huh? What a diocre na,' I silently mused.

"You have a lovely na, Miss Alia. Mind if I inquire about sothing?", I asked, getting straight to the point without any pretense.

"Yes?" she responded, evidently curious.

"This is a personal question, so I hope you can answer honestly. How do you think I look?" I queried, not beating around the bush.

"Look?"— Alia repeated, a bit perplexed by my exact intentions.

"Yes, in terms of my appearance. Don't sugarcoat it. I'm not fishing for complints"—I glanced briefly out of the plane's window, lost in thought for a mont, before refocusing my gaze on Alia. I concluded,"I genuinely need to know sothing".

"To be honest, I find you quite dashing. Sir." she replied sincerely.

"Dashing, huh?" I smirked inwardly, considering her response. My perception skill hinted that she was sowhat reserved but genuine in her assessnt.

"You may go," I waved my hand dismissively, as if shooing away a pesky fly, signaling for her to leave.

Glancing out of the window, I watched the clouds drifting by.

We must have crossed Pax territories by now. Getting closer to the Darkthorn estate.

"We are about to reach," Nathan approached suddenly, his gaze fixated on his tablet.

"Yes, indeed. Is everything prepared?" I asked, eager to ensure all arrangents were in order.

"Everything is in order. But, you may have to et their referring seneschal first. Gaining direct audience with Seraphina is no easy task," Nathan responded. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, evident even in the way he spoke. "I must admit, I still have doubts about this entire thing."

"Don't worry, you have to trust ," I reassured him, my gaze fixed on the view outside the window, where a magnificent estate finally ca into sight.

Yet, despite my confident words, anxiety began to tighten its grip on my heart.

Furrowing my brow, I silently cursed, "I'm here... Shit, this is actually making nervous."

***

A/N:I know y'all gonna ignore but, if you are confused about the status window, than I decided to change it a bit.