Chapter - 65
The sun had already reached the top of everyone’s head and Lucius was sleeping like a chopped log, without any care in the world.
But guess what, not everyone was going to let him enjoy a day of peace...
He was woken by a sound infinitely more annoying to the ears.
[Wakey-wakey, by butcher master... ti to rise and shine and bleed your enemies]
Lucius groaned, rolling over in bed, trying to shut the voice in his head... But the system was no alarm clock that could be smashed to pieces.
Giving up, he blinked his eyes open, trying to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the half-open window.
His limbs ached. His knuckles were bruised. There was a torn patch on his shoulder where a blade had nearly filleted him last night.
[Congratulations, Master! If you keep this up, you will soon graduate from being just a Novice Assassin]
[Just a tiny bit more.]
But Lucius did not find its jokes funny. Instead of laughing it off, he just sighed helplessly.
He had no idea what was happening to him. Situation where he should just run away from, or hide behind others, he find them exhilarating. And before he could even think sothing, it is as if soone else takes over.
He dragged a hand across his face, and muttered, "So you have any idea the hell is happening to ?"
[Oh? Master is having an existential crisis before breakfast? Nice.]
"Seriously," Lucius said, sitting up, the sheet falling from his bare chest, revealing scars that looked like so artist had lost his mind with a chisel, "I killed two dozen n last night. Slaughtered them like... cabbage."
"No hesitation. No guilt. I looked one of them in the eyes while I crushed his throat with my boot. I felt nothing. Just... stillness."
"And that too in a fucking police station, in front of dozens of fucking cops. I am done for."
He looked toward the ceiling, "And even after all this, why do I feel so calm? What am I turning into?"
There was a pause.
And then the system, unusually quiet for a second, spoke in a low, amused tone.
[You are not turning into anything.]
[What if you are rembering who you are?]
Lucius stiffened.
[You always go around with that silly smile on your face. But what if all of this is just a facade? Maybe you were never so naive little lamb.]
[Master, you were built for dominance, for power... for blood and lust. You just forgot.]
"Then tell ," Lucius whispered. "Who am I?"
[Nothing is free Master... you have to Earn it.]
Lucius frowned. "Earn it?"
[Your mories are locked behind the life you are building now. Kill, seduce, conquer. Each action you take opens the cage a little more.]
[You want your past? Break this world to get it.]
Lucius leaned back against the headboard. "So that’s what this is. Kill and conquer like so bloodthirsty beast... or seduce every skirt that walks by. How very ani protagonist of ."
[Well, you also get bonus points for MILFs.]
That earned a chuckle. "Oh? Now you are speaking my language."
[Statistically, older won are smarter, hornier, and less likely to ask annoying questions.]
"God, I love older won," Lucius said with a smirk. "There’s sothing about them you know."
"That calm confidence of theirs. Those subtle curves. And the whole thriller of doing sothing immortal... Aahhh... damn it... MILFs are the best."
[You are dangerously close to sounding like those pervert Gods.]
Lucius leaned forward, elbows on knees, eyes gleaming with wicked humour now, "I want to bed soone’s mother. Not just anyone. So sexy mother of those trying to kill ... Hehehehe."
"When her son is planning and plotting ways to kill ... I make his mother moan my na small night."
"Imagine the look on his face when he finds out I was under his roof, stretching his mother and expanding his family tree."
[God master, you are such a degenerate.]
Lucius chuckled, rubbing his face, "But that’s all for later. God I need a break today. Just one day. No knives. No blood. No power gas."
"Just a big, soft bed, a bottle of stolen wine, and hahaha... Maybe a lady or two with low standards and daddy issues."
And with that there was a long pause, Lucius relaxed into it, smiling slightly.
But suddenly the system chid again.
[Hate to kill the vibe, Roo... but you have got company.]
Lucius’s eyes snapped open. "What?"
[You have a visitor downstairs. Soone... special.]
"Should I be on my guard?"
[Mmm... what’s the fun in telling you that?]
Lucius stood up slowly, his muscles groaning in protest.
He reached out for a shirt and quickly threw it over himself.
[Don’t forget to smile, master.]
[Today might just be another step toward your mory... or another step into soone’s bed.]
[Either way, you won’t be bored.]
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Lucius descended down the bare feet, his mind still reeling from his cryptic conversation with the system.
The system could not be trusted. What if there was an assassin waiting for him downstairs. He had too many rich enemies to afford a ninja to silence him.
But what he surely did not expect was the sight that greeted him.
Waiting for him downstairs was actually Elena, The cold, Blonde cop.
And she wasn’t alone, there was also Iris.
Iris sat with her legs crossed on the polished leather couch, her expression unreadable, lips drawn into a thin, stern line. Her eyes didn’t move, didn’t blink, and they certainly didn’t look at him.
No one could ever understand what goes through her head.
anwhile, when Elena saw Lucius arrive, she rose from her seat. And man she looked so different. She was no longer dressed in that sexy cop outfit from yesterday.
Instead she wore a sleek dark-blue dress that fit too well and high heels that clicked decisively across the floor. Her blonde hair had been tied into a neat bun, a few strands dancing down her cheeks.
And in her hands, she held sothing, a bouquet. A bouquet of real, slling so nice flowers.
Lucius was tongue tied, "Uh..."
[Ohhooo Master. There is no MILF, but you are surely getting a lot of attention from these older sisters. Not bad... Not bad... Not bad at all]
[She even got you flowers. I see a proposal loading...]
"Shut up," Lucius hurriedly zipped the system.
anwhile Elena stepped up and gently placed the bouquet into his arms, "I wanted to thank you," she said softly, "You saved last night, Lucius. I owe you my life."
"Hahaha... It is nothing actually," Lucius looked down at the flowers, then back up at her, "I just killed a bunch of douchebags who needed to be put down, anyway. I hope you rember that."
Elena smiled faintly, hearing Lucius, "Yes. About that..."
She took a breath and straightened her back, her tone shifting into sothing heavier, "I spoke to so people. The bodies, the blood, the gunfire... it was too loud to cover up completely. There’s a warrant out for your arrest."
Lucius frowned hearing her. He wasn’t very hopeful, but he thought maybe he could get away with that..
"But," she continued, raising her hand to forestall his response, "I managed to stall it. One day."
"All I could manage was twenty-four hours. After that..." she hesitated, her voice getting lower, "the police will co for you."
[Ah, the good old ’flowers and felony’ combo. Classic romantic tension.]
Elena, watching his silence, pressed on. "You ntioned you are being backed by soone powerful. You better call in that favour."
Lucius turned his head slightly. His eyes darted toward Iris. But she just averted her eyes, completely ignoring him.
Her expression stayed exactly the sa throughout... Unbothered.
Lucius smirked, just a little, "Great. I am getting arrested and emotionally cold-shouldered. Is there a combo discount for that?"
Elena exhaled softly, her voice dropping into sothing almost tender, "I am sorry Lucius. I wish I could do more. But it was just too big for to bury."
"But I do know... we might not get another chance. So..." she looked up at him with a small, uncertain smile, "I was thinking of taking you out to dinner tonight."
Lucius blinked again. "Wait. Dinner?"
"Yeah, I an you are going to get arrested soon," she added with a sarcastic edge, "And I had a promise to keep with you."
"So, I thought it might be nice to get one peaceful al in before you are handcuffed and tossed into so underground dungeon."
Lucius rubbed the back of his neck, bouquet still awkwardly in hand. "You know, most people bring chocolates or a wine bottle to dinner, not news of imminent incarceration."
Elena grinned. "Consider unique."
Lucius looked back at Iris, half-hoping for sothing, a glance maybe.
But she was perfectly composed. Legs still crossed, back straight, hands resting neatly on her knees. But what Lucius missed was the slight flicker in her eyes... Disappointnt?
Lucius cleared his throat, "Alright then," he said finally. "Dinner it is. I am sure you will get out of this ss."
It wasn’t sure if the last few words were ant for Iris or Elena.
"Great," Elena nodded, relieved, "I will pick you up at 6. Dress nice."
And with that Elena turned to leave the room, her heels echoing down the hallway.
Watching her leave, Lucius exhaled, looking at the flowers in his hand, then at Iris. But there was still no reaction from her.
"Iris..." And just as he was about to speak, Iris stood up silently and left the room.
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