[Skill: Eternis Storage:- 0/1]
[Effect: Grants access to a personal pocket dimension bound to Your soul, allowing for the storage and retrieval of items at will.]
[Additional Benefits: The storage capacity is directly linked to your soul strength, expanding as the soul’s power increases. Items stored are preserved in their original state, unaffected by time, temperature, or decay.]
[Limitations: Each use consumes a small amount of soul energy; excessive use may lead to soul fatigue. If your soul is damaged or destabilized, access to the storage may be temporarily lost. Initially, the storage is limited to items of a certain size and weight, but this capacity grows with the user’s soul strength.
Enchanted, sentient, or soul-bound items may resist storage, and forcing them into the pocket dimension could cause a backlash, potentially harming your soul]
[Cooldown Time: Not required, but the skill requires sufficient soul strength to function effectively]
Thud.
Thud..
Thud…
The rhythmic pounding of Liora’s paws against the forest floor echoed in Aether’s ears as he clung to her fur, the world around them a blur of trees and shadows… as Aether looked at the skill tab.
‘It’s really a most useful skill that every transmigrator wanted but… Soul Strength?’ he thought, brow furrowing. Shaking off the unease, he refocused on the Log:
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Name: Aether
Sex: Male
Race: ___________
Level: 42
Title: The Progenitor of Unknown Species, Eternal Contract to ########, The Only Holder of Ether and A Past-less, Future-less Entity
Skills: Freedom (Active), Clone (Active), Eternal Seal (Passive), #######, Eternis Storage:- 0/1 (Passive)
Attributes:
Strength: 415
Agility: 420
Intelligence: 420
Magic Affinity: 411
Charm: 410
Compatibility: 91%
Survival rate: 51.2%↑ [Remaining Time: 281 days 22 hours 17 minutes 33 seconds]
Affection Points: 2,008,032
Seduction: 5/10:-
Stella: Error!! Unable to use due to Your Current Level
Aria Zephyr: Origin Weapon:- Twilight Eclipse
Aqualina Naiadia: Origin Weapon:- Oceanic Tempest
Helena Sunfire: Desired Weapon:- Blessed Aegis
Liora Darkfang: Error!! Unable to use due to Your Current Level
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‘Nope, no details about the soul,’ Aether thought with a shrug. His eyes drifted to Liora’s weapon, though he couldn’t claim it, he knew what her desired weapon was. An amused smirk played on his lips as he imagined the possibilities, ‘Will I become like her?’ he wondered, picturing himself growing to 20 feet, bulky, a towering… titan!!
‘Haha…’ Aether laughed inwardly.
Then He decided to test his skill, pulling a small coin from his pocket.
Ssh!
With a mere thought, it vanished from his hand.
Aether grinned as the coin disappeared, satisfaction swelling within him. His skills felt natural, almost instinctual as if all he needed to do was think…
Ssh!
The coin reappeared in his hand, and his grin widened. But just as he was about to pocket the coin, a wave of dizziness hit him.
“H-H…” he stammered, his vision blurring. His body suddenly felt heavy, his limbs sluggish as if weighted down by an invisible force. Without warning, he collapsed against Liora, his consciousness slipping away.
‘He must be tired…’ she thought, a smile touching her lips. That night, he played very well that her whole itched his scent… No normal human would be able to do that!!
Her body shuttered in fear and excitement just remembering ‘Beast’ that made her body hot… ‘I will suck every time~’ She licked her lips before running even faster!!
And soon…
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In the Principal’s House
“Where have you been?” the Principal’s voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing into slits as she glared at Victor, who stood before her, a picture of nonchalance.
Victor shrugged, his lips curling into a lazy smirk. “Well, I was kind of busy,” he said, his tone deliberately casual.
The Principal’s lips twitched, a low growl rumbling from her throat, her frustration barely contained, “You know… Kennedy’s Laboratory… is empty,” she said.
Victor blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Okay…” he drawled, trying to piece together what she was hinting at.
The Principal’s lips twitched again, more violently this time, as if her control was slipping. Her eyes bore into his, searching for something…. some crack in his facade.
Victor felt the weight of her gaze, a cold sweat prickling at the back of his neck, “D-Don’t tell me you’re doubting me?!” he blurted out, his voice rising in disbelief, “The only person who saved the students from danger, who risked everything to kill that hideous monster—and YOU!!….. you’re doubting….. me?!”
His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of outrage and hurt swirling within him. He had given everything and nearly lost his life, and this was how he was repaid?
This was wrong!!
He was innocent!! He wasn’t the one who meddled…. Only Aether did that!
Not VICTOR!!
He shook his head in a painful expression, ‘How could she ever doubt me?’ he thought as he looked at her hurtful expression.
Yet,
The Principal’s gaze didn’t waver; if anything, it grew more intense, more penetrating, “Then what about Kenley’s spider armour that a few students have been talking about? I didn’t see anything like that on her body when we arrested her,” she said, her voice low and heavy, laden with suspicion.
“Spider armour?” He had an incredulous expression, “What the heck is that? They’re talking nonsense because of fear… You shouldn’t take their words seriously,”
The Principal’s frown deepened, a shadow crossing her features. Her eyes locked onto his, searching, probing. For a moment, she seemed to waver….
With a heavy sigh, she finally relented, her shoulders slumping slightly, “Anyhow,” she muttered, the fight draining out of her voice, “We’re leaving soon.”
Victor arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued, “Hmm? Where?”
The Principal with a small smile as she leaned back, “To the Pyra Empire.”
“Oh!” Victor nodded slowly, processing the information then asked, “When?”
“Now!”
“…. Pardon?”
“I mean tomorrow morning,” she clarified, her tone turning brisk and authoritative. “We’re leaving, so get ready.”
Victor’s frown returned, deeper this time, “What about the academy?” he asked, his voice edged with concern.
The Principal’s gaze softened, a hint of reassurance creeping into her eyes, “Delphine and the others will take care of it,” she explained, her voice gentler now.
Victor wasn’t entirely convinced, “Why so urgent? We could leave after the renovations are done, right?” he pressed.
The Principal shook her head, her expression turning serious once more, “Something happened there, Victor. Something that requires our immediate attention. We can’t afford to wait.”
Victor frowned, his mind churning with possibilities. Something happened? What could be so pressing that they had to abandon the academy so suddenly?
‘Well, I’ll deal with the auction later…’ he thought, nodding to himself. He was just about to leave when the Principal’s voice called him back.
“Oh! I forgot one thing,” she said, making Victor freeze mid-step, “You know, as an Elite student, you’re required to have an attendant…” she added.
Victor turned to face her, “There’s no need…” he said, his voice flat.
The last thing he needed was an attendant. He was already juggling too many secrets, constantly changing his costume, hiding his true identity. An attendant would only complicate things.
The Principal sighed, “As much as I’d like to agree with you, Victor, the rule is clear. An Elite student must have a servant or attendant,” she insisted, her tone brooking no argument.
Victor sighed in turn.
Why was she bringing this up now?
He was just about to argue further when the Principal turned her head towards the stairs and called out, “Come, Kyra!”
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Meanwhile, somewhere in the academy…
“Bitch! Tell me what happened!! Did you sleep with him?!” Maelona’s voice was like a whip crack, slicing through the tension in the air. She stood before Liora in a dimly lit storage room, her posture rigid with barely controlled fury.
Liora didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
She revelled in the anger, the jealousy radiating from Maelona like heat from a fire.
Maelona’s lips twitched, ‘This infuriating woman!’ she thought, her teeth grinding together. She knew…. she fucking knew–that something had happened. There was no way this shameless woman would keep her paws off her son-in-law!!
Liora leaned in closer, her smile widening as she took in Maelona’s seething rage. “Why are you so angry in the first place?” she asked, her tone mocking, her eyes glittering with challenge. “It’s not like he’s your husband, right?”
“H-Huh?” Maelona stammered, momentarily thrown off balance by the question.
Liora’s grin turned predatory, “Even if I slept with him, it should be Aira—your daughter—who’s angry, not you!”
Maelona felt a sharp pang in her chest, “It’s because it’s my daughter’s future, bitch!!” she snapped, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and desperation.
Liora shrugged, her nonchalance infuriating, “So?”
Maelona’s fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.
She knew this insane woman wouldn’t care about anything she said! Her words would just bounce off Liora’s impenetrable ear just like her body!!
Liora’s eyes sparkled with malicious delight as she delivered her parting shot. “Think what you want… but without proof, you can’t blame anyone~” she taunted, her ass swaying provocatively as she turned to leave, her movements slow and deliberate~Left~Right~
Maelona’s nostrils flared, her anger reaching a boiling point. “Fatty!!” she spat, the insult laced with venom.
Liora chuckled, “You missed your chance~” she called over her shoulder, her words cryptic and unsettling, before she exited the room.
Maelona stood there, trembling with fury, her mind racing. She would find out the truth… no matter what it took. She would go directly to her son-in-law and ask him herself!
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Meanwhile…
After getting the new task, Aether made his way towards the infirmary, his thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
Kyra as his attendant?
He still couldn’t wrap his head around it. It wasn’t just about the rule that mandated an Elite student to have a servant; it was about Kyra herself. A commoner. This could be life-changing for her, offering her privileges she’d never had before.
But for him, it was another layer of complication he wasn’t sure he could handle.
‘Focus on the task at hand!’ Aether told himself as he approached the infirmary door. His hand hovered over the handle for a moment, hesitating, ‘I hope she’s calmed down…’ he thought, before slowly pushing the door open.
Inside, the room was bathed in a soft, golden light, the kind that made everything seem peaceful, almost surreal. Helena lay on the bed, her breathing even, her face relaxed in sleep. There was no one else in the room, not even the old lady who usually kept watch. Aether swallowed hard, his throat dry. “H-Helen—” he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
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“FUCK!” Aether slammed the door shut, his heart pounding in his chest. Sweat dripped down his face as he leaned against the door!