MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC54: Are You Dying?
Chapter 54: Are You Dying?
The idea was reckless, arrogant and potentially suicidal.
A Tier 1 summoner trying to play kingmaker in a world ruled by gangs, mafias, and families with decades of accumulated power?
That was how people disappeared.
But still...
The thought wouldn't leave.
He clenched his fist.
"...Not yet."
This wasn't something he tested on impulse.
If he ever went down that path, it would be with people he trusted completely.
People who wouldn't sell him out the moment things got dangerous.
Loyal folks that could keep his secret.
West let the thought sink into the back of his mind like a sealed file marked Later.
For now, priorities mattered.
Summon...
Shop...
Research legitimate channels where he could sell ruin materials.
These three were at the top of his priority list right now.
However, he couldn't do most of them indoors.
The inventory research was already underway, thanks to the internet.
The summoning and shop browsing?
Those needed space, focus and secrecy.
Where would he test the new boons he acquired from the shop? And what if he winded up summoning some gargantuan divine being again? He could do these here.
He needed to find an external secluded spot
...
...
West slept like a rock.
This was the kind of sleep where his soul temporarily clocked out of existence, his face mashed into the pillow like a defeated villain, and his alarm had long since given up on him.
By the time he finally stirred, squinting at the harsh sunlight stabbing through the curtains, the first thing he saw was the time.
10:03 a.m.
"...I've failed as a human being," West muttered hoarsely.
He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow again, fully intending to negotiate at least another hour of unconsciousness... when a knock landed against his door.
Knock knock.
"West," his father's voice came through the wood, "You alive in there?"
West groaned. "Define alive."
The door didn't open—his dad was polite like that—but the handle rattled slightly as Mark leaned closer. "Auntie Maribel's here. She cooked. And she brought... a lot."
That sentence alone was enough to jolt West upright.
"...Why didn't you lead with that?"
He scrambled out of bed, ran a hand through his hair, trying to quell the rebellious spikes and yanked the door open.
Mark stood there already dressed with his shoes on and keys in hand.
"She's in the living room," Mark said. "And she's already talking."
West winced. "Oh no."
He shuffled out, still half-asleep, only to be assaulted by a familiar voice the moment he stepped into the living room.
"WEST! Look at you! You've gotten thinner—or is it taller? No, thinner. Or maybe both!"
Auntie Maribel spun toward him with a wooden spoon still in hand and her cat perched on her shoulder like an evil familiar judging him silently.
"Auntie," West said, smiling despite himself. "Good morning to you too."
She immediately grabbed his cheeks in both hands and squished them like he was five years old again. "You know, the whole ruins incident is still very fresh... you scared us half to death, young man. Half to death! Do you know how many candles I lit for you? Even the cat prayed."
The cat blinked slowly.
"I don't think he did," West said. "He looks like he was plotting something."
Maribel waved that off and finally released him. "Sit. Eat. Before it gets cold."
The table was stacked with rice dishes, stews, fried pastries, things that smelled so good West's stomach immediately betrayed him with a loud growl.
"Oh," Maribel said knowingly. "The ruin diet, hm? Two days of terror and starvation. Sit."
West obeyed without argument.
As he ate, Maribel launched into her usual stream-of-consciousness commentary.
"How's your father treating you? Still working too much? You know, I told him once that if he worked any harder, he'd turn into a chair. Permanently."
Mark coughed from the side. "That was one time."
"And I was right," Maribel said smugly. Then she leaned closer to West, lowering her voice. "I'm still not happy about it, you know."
West paused mid-bite. "...About what?"
She frowned. "About you giving your glory away to that Mafia boy. Timothy. Good-looking kid, sure, but still. Everyone knows it was you."
West shot her a sharp look.
She immediately sighed. "I know, I know. Don't say it out loud. We're keeping our mouths shut. Everyone is. Reporters came knocking yesterday—do you know what they asked me?"
West raised a brow.
"They asked if I saw Timothy personally carry people out on his back," Maribel said. "I told them yes. Twice. Even though I only saw his picture on TV."
West nodded slowly and satisfied. "Good."
She smiled faintly. "We all stuck to the script. No one's saying a word. We're grateful, West. Truly."
That softened something in his chest.
Mark wondered what they were whispering about but couldn't bring himself to pry. He was just glad that there were people who watched over West when he wasn't home.
After finishing his food and narrowly escaping Maribel trying to pack leftovers into his pockets "for emergencies"—she finally stood to leave.
"If you need anything," she said, adjusting her bag and hoisting the cat. "Anything. You come over. Day or night."
"I will," West said sincerely.
She waved while the cat tail flicked, and soon the door closed behind her.
The apartment felt quieter.
West turned back to his plate, only to notice his father standing there fully dressed with a jacket on.
"...You going somewhere?" West asked.
Mark smiled.
"No," he said. "We are."
West blinked. "We?"
"Yes. We."
"...Why does that sound ominous?"
Mark laughed. "Relax. I already planned it."
West narrowed his eyes. "Planned what?"
"A day out," Mark said. "You and me."
West stared.
"Dad," he said carefully, "are you dying?"
Mark snorted. "No."
"Because this feels like the start of a heartfelt montage."
Mark ruffled his hair. "Get dressed. Pack a small bag."
West's eyes widened. "A bag?"
"Yes."
"...A bag bag?"
Mark grinned. "You'll see."
"Oh, it's that type of outing," West muttered.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC55: MISTHAVEN RESORT
Chapter 55: MISTHAVEN RESORT
West showered, dressed, packed lightly—just in case and soon they were downstairs loading their bags into the trunk.
As they drove through the city, West leaned back, watching buildings pass by. Some districts still bore scars from the ruin's emergence... cracked streets, temporary barriers, awakened patrols.
The car's screen flickered to life with the morning news.
> "In other awakened news—Dragon Fang Gang leader, Miss Zu Li, has announced she will be taking on an awakened apprentice. Sources say she is personally vetting candidates."
West perked up slightly.
"Dragon Fang?" he murmured.
Mark glanced at the screen. "You know them?"
"Just... heard of them," West said casually.
Miss Zu Li's image appeared. She was incredible beautiful with milky white skin and an aura wrapped in elegance and danger.
"Vet youngsters, huh," West muttered. "Sounds intense."
Mark laughed. "Glad that's not your problem."
West smiled faintly, leaning back as the city rolled past.
(( Two hours later ))
West sat in the passenger seat watching Misty High City slowly give way to rolling terrain, fog-kissed highways, and towering skyline silhouettes fading behind them. The city's name wasn't just branding... actual mist clung to the air here, curling lazily around elevated roads like it had nothing better to do.
West had spent the first thirty minutes half-asleep, the next thirty pretending he wasn't impressed by the view, and the remaining hour silently wondering what kind of "surprise" required a small luggage and this much driving.
Then the resort came into view.
"...Dad," West said slowly, leaning forward in his seat. "Are you sure you didn't accidentally drive into the wrong tax bracket?"
Mark chuckled, slowing the car as the gates opened automatically. "Relax. It's just a resort."
West stared.
Just a resort was apparently Mark's term for a sprawling, glass-and-steel megastructure rising out of the mist like something pulled straight out of a sci-fi brochure. Multiple towers spiraled upward, connected by sky bridges glowing faintly blue. Waterfalls ran down artificial cliffs. Hover-transport pads floated near the entrance. The entire place screamed expensive in at least twelve languages.
A large holographic sign shimmered into existence above the entrance:
MISTHAVEN RESORT & SKY RETREAT
Where Misty High City meets Red Valor City
West let out a low whistle. "You know what? I take it back. Your idea of fun is outdated—but it's outdated in a 'rich villain who retires to a tower' kind of way."
Mark laughed. "You'll survive."
They parked, handed the car over to valet drones, and were escorted inside. The lobby alone could have passed as a museum... the marble floors were squeaky smooth... there were floating sculptures and ambient music that sounded like it cost money to listen to.
After a quick check-in, they were ushered into a high-speed elevator.
"Floor 159," Mark said casually.
West blinked. "Out of...?"
"Two hundred."
"...Dad."
"Yes?"
"Did you rob a bank?"
Mark snorted. "I worked for twenty years."
The elevator shot upward so smoothly West barely felt it, only realizing how high they were when his ears popped slightly. When the doors opened, West froze.
The hallway was wide enough to fit up to ten peoole walking side by side and it was designed to near perfection, with transparent diamond like sculptures on both ends.
As for their room was... it was ridiculous.
It had two massive beds... floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a breathtaking panorama of both cities, mist rolling like a living ocean beneath them. The furnishings were minimalist but clearly absurdly expensive—everything from the couch to the coffee table looked like it had a personality.
West walked to the window and pressed his palm lightly against the glass.
"...Okay," he admitted. "You outdid yourself with this one, Dad."
Mark smiled, visibly pleased. "Thought you'd like it."
They freshened up and West changed into something casual but sharp while Mark swapped into comfortable travel wear and then headed back down to the resort's central plaza.
The place was massive. There were qrtificial lakes, suspended gardens, arcades, training zones, relaxation spas, even a simulated ruin experience for tourists who wanted danger without death.
"Because apparently people pay to almost die," West muttered.
They met up with their guide near a fountain shaped like a coiled dragon breathing mist.
"Good afternoon," the guide said brightly. "I'll be leading today's group. We're just waiting on a few more participants."
They stood off to the side.
That was when West noticed the family approaching.
Or rather—when the man leading them stopped abruptly.
The man's face twisted like he'd bitten into something sour.
"...That's him," the man hissed, leaning down toward his wife and kids. "That's my nemesis from the workplace. Mark."
West's ears perked up instantly.
Nemesis?
The man continued in a whisper far louder than necessary. "He always steals Daddy's credit. Got promoted twice ahead of me. Absolute devil. Make sure you don't treat him—or his son—nicely."
West's mouth twitched.
The wife sighed. "William, you're being dramatic."
"I am not," William snapped. "This is war."
Mark turned at that exact moment and spotted William... he didn't hear a single word that was uttered about him.
"William?" Mark said pleasantly. "Is that you?"
William visibly flinched, then did a full emotional 180, plastering on a wide smile so fake it should've been illegal.
"Mark!" William said cheerfully. "Wow, small world!"
They shook hands.
West watched the entire exchange like it was premium entertainment.
Mark gestured. "This is my son, West."
William nodded stiffly. "Ah yes. The heir."
West raised a brow. 'Heir?'
West smiled politely. "Nice to meet you."
William's son who was about fifteen years old and nearly 5'7, immediately shot West a look of pure hostility, leaning toward his sister and whispering harshly, "Remember what Dad said."
The sister on the other hand who was only about 5'5 with a pair of glasses abridged her nose, didn't respond... because she wasn't listening.
She was staring at West like she'd just seen a mythical creature.
"...You're so hot," she mumbled under her breath as she stepped forward.
West blinked. "Sorry, what?"
She jumped. "I—uh—you're so tall!"
She straightened as her cheeks turned pink and her eyes sparkled. "I'm Elina! Nice to meet you!"
West smiled. "West."
Behind her, the brother stared in absolute betrayal.
"ELINA."
She ignored him completely.
William cleared his throat. "This is my family. My wife, and my kids."
Elina was still staring at West.
"...Do you work out?" she asked suddenly.
West shrugged. "A bit."
Her eyes lit up like fireworks.
The brother groaned. "Oh my god."
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Chapter 56: He Is Tier 1
The guide clapped his hands. "Alright everyone! Let's begin the tour."
As they started moving, West leaned closer to his father and whispered, "So... how badly did you destroy that guy at work?"
Mark chuckled. "Accidentally, mostly."
West nodded solemnly. "That's the best kind."
Behind them, Elina whispered loudly to her brother, "He's even hotter up close."
The brother looked like he was reconsidering all his life choices.
West smiled to himself.
This weekend was already promising.
From the moment the tour began, it was clear, positioned herself beside West with the precision of a guided missile, matching his pace perfectly as the group followed the guide deeper into the resort's sprawling interior.
If West slowed, she slowed. If he stopped to look at something, she stopped too. If he shifted slightly to the left, she somehow ended up already there.
It was impressive but mostly hilarious.
Meanwhile, Mark was a few steps ahead, engaged in forced workplace small talk with William and his wife. William smiled, nodded, laughed at the appropriate moments but internally, he was absolutely grinding his teeth.
West could tell.
The man had the same energy as someone politely chatting while mentally drafting an email titled "Why Mark Is Ruining My Life."
The guide led them first into a massive underwater dome, a transparent tunnel stretching through a man-made lagoon. Above and around them, massive aquatic creatures glided through the water... some were natural while some were awakened hybrids engineered for tourism.
As a gigantic manta-ray-like creature passed overhead, glowing faintly blue, the guide began explaining its biology.
Before he could finish—
"You know," Elina said suddenly, tilting her head toward West, "manta rays mate for life. They form deep emotional bonds."
West blinked. "Oh."
"They also swim together for years," she added cheerfully. "Side by side. Constant companionship."
Her brother made a choking sound.
William's wife glanced over with her eyebrows raised.
West nodded slowly. "That's... very loyal of them."
Elina smiled brightly. "Right?"
The brother leaned in. "Elina, remember what Dad—"
She shoved his face away with one finger without even looking at him. "Shh. Adults are talking."
"I AM ALSO AN ADULT—"
"You're fifteen."
"I—"
"Shh."
West bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.
They moved on to the Ruin Exhibit Hall, where the skeletal remains of a massive creature discovered in a collapsed ruin were suspended mid-air by anti-grav fields. Its bones were spiky, twisted, and faintly gave off residual energy.
The guide explained the dangers of ruins, the unpredictability, the mortality rate.
Elina nodded thoughtfully. "You know, awakened couples who enter ruins together tend to have higher survival rates."
West turned to her. "...That so?"
"Yes," she said seriously. "Trust, coordination, emotional connection. It's all very romantic. Dangerous love, you know?"
Her brother slapped a hand over his face.
West hummed. "Sounds... intense."
"Oh, very," her eyes sparkled as she responded.
They proceeded through a technological wing, where cutting-edge inventions were on display... adaptive combat drones, simulated battlefields, holographic training pods.
At one point, they boarded glass-bottom boats that glided silently across an illuminated canal. The water below shimmered with bioluminescent plants.
Elina leaned over the edge slightly too far.
"Oh—!"
She slipped.
West reacted instantly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back against him.
Her face turned crimson.
"...Wow," she whispered. "That was... chivalrous."
West smiled awkwardly. "You okay?"
She nodded rapidly. "Yes. Yes. Very okay."
Her brother stared at them like he was witnessing a personal tragedy.
Later, they used compact glass submarines, descending briefly into deeper waters where massive shadows moved beyond the lights.
Elina, once again, found a way.
"Some deep-sea creatures only reveal their true colors when they feel safe," she said softly. "Otherwise, they stay hidden."
West glanced at her. "Is that so?"
She nodded. "Sometimes, you need the right person nearby."
Her brother groaned loudly enough that the guide glanced back.
Next came low-altitude gliders, floating just a few feet above the ground, sweeping them across hanging gardens and artificial cliffs. The wind rushed past and mist brushed West's face.
He mentally bookmarked at least six places he wanted to revisit later.
'This place is insane,' he thought. 'And I haven't even explored properly yet.'
By the time the tour wrapped up, the brother had reached his limit.
"So," he said smugly as they disembarked, "what floor are you guys staying on? Bet it's, like, somewhere mid-level."
West tilted his head. "159."
"...What?"
"159th floor," West repeated casually.
The boy's jaw dropped. "That's— that's not possible. That's VIP tier."
William's smile cracked.
Elina's eyes lit up. "Oh."
West shrugged. "Dad's idea."
They parted ways shortly after as Mark and West headed back toward their tower.
Elina watched them go, quietly committing "159th floor" to memory like it was sacred scripture.
That evening, West and his father dined at one of the resort's high-end restaurants.
The plating was exquisite, the flavors were complex but the portions were... insulting.
West stared at his plate.
"...Dad."
"Yes?"
"I'm not saying this isn't good," West said carefully while poking at the food. "I'm saying if I blink too hard, it might disappear."
Mark laughed. "That's fine dining."
West sighed. "Fine dining? More like fine fasting."
After dessert... which was roughly the size of a coin... West stood.
"I'm going to find actual food," he announced. "The kind that fills your soul."
Mark waved him off. "Don't get lost."
West grinned. "No promises."
...
...
Mist drifted lazily between towering glass structures, lights reflected off the liquid-like stone floors and artificial waterways. Soft music buzzed beneath the sound of footsteps, laughter, and distant fountains.
It was the kind of place where money didn't just exist... it floated... invisible but ever-present.
And walking through it like she owned the air itself was a woman with an intense, oppressive presence.
She was tall, long-legged with a posture straight enough to make surrounding people unconsciously step aside. Half of her face was concealed behind a black designer nose with a tiny red petal crafted along its surface.
The visible half of her face seemed stunning... One could spot sharp jawline, full lips pressed into a displeased pout, eyes hidden behind tinted glasses that still somehow felt like they were judging everything.
"This is unacceptable," she said coolly.
Beside her walked a man in a perfectly tailored suit, sweating despite the controlled climate. "Y-yes, Mistress... We'll address it immediately. I've already spoken to the management—"
"You spoke," she interrupted with a flat tone. "But the service remains subpar."
The man nodded rapidly. "My fault entirely. I take responsibility."
She clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed, and continued forward.
At the exact wrong moment, West came hustling up from the opposite side of the plaza.
His hands were filled with bagels, wraps, something fried and dripping oil into a paper bag, a drink precariously balanced on top.
He was mid-thought, mentally planning which attraction to hit next and whether his stomach could handle another round after last night.
One of the bagels slipped.
"Ah—!"
West instinctively crouched to grab it, completely disappearing from sight just as the woman descended a short set of stairs.
She didn't see him.
So the moment he stood up, they collided.
Thump~
West staggered half a step back. "Oh—! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking—"
The woman didn't move an inch...
She stood exactly where she had been with her heels planted to the ground like he'd bumped into a wall disguised as a person.
West blinked.
"...Uh. Sorry," he said again quickly, flustered. "Really. That was my fault."
He even tried to offer her one of the bagels. "Here—uh—as compensation?"
The man in the suit stepped forward instantly with a cold glare. "That won't be necessary. Move along."
"Oh—okay," West shrugged. "Sorry again."
He nodded awkwardly and walked off, feeling slightly embarrassed but quickly brushed it off.
Behind him, the plaza noise resumed but the woman didn't move.
She stood there, utterly still.
The man glanced at her. "...Mistress?"
Several seconds passed and then she spoke.
"He didn't recoil."
The man frowned. "Pardon?"
"He bumped into me," she said slowly. "I was moving as well. Even casually... a normal person would have been pushed back. Hard."
The man stiffened.
"...Yes."
Her eyes narrowed beneath the shades as she turned her head slightly. "Yet he remained standing."
The man swallowed. "Even a Tier 1 awakened would have been sent flying. With your... natural output."
"Exactly."
His mind raced. "Then... Tier 2?"
She shook her head. "No."
"That's impossible," he said quickly. "A Tier 2 would be older. Arrogant. Affiliated with a gang. Surrounded by noise and attention. That boy had none of that."
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she said, calmly, "He is Tier 1."
The man's eyes widened.
"...Recently awakened."
His breath hitched. "How can you be sure?"
"I'm sure," she replied.
She turned slightly, following West's retreating figure in the distance.
"That boy... find out who he is."
The man hesitated. "Mistress... you came here to rest. Do you really want to bring work into this trip?"
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The man hesitated. "Mistress... you came here to rest. You said all the candidates you screened were disappointing. Do you really want to bring work into this trip?"
She didn't answer immediately.
Instead, she watched West disappear into the crowd.
"I have a feeling," she said quietly, "that if I let him slip through my fingers... I'll regret it."
---
Meanwhile, West was completely oblivious.
He returned to his room far later than planned, collapsing onto the bed with a satisfied groan.
The resort, it turned out, did not shut down at night.
Arcades, combat simulators, VR arenas, glow-lit pools, sky lounges...
West sampled far too many... By the time he finally slept, it felt like his body powered down instead of drifting off.
When he woke again, sunlight was already flooding the room.
"...Why do I feel like I fought a dungeon boss in my dreams," he muttered.
Today was Sunday... which meant, they still had one more day of fun left.
After a ridiculously good complimentary breakfast—actual portions this time, thank the heavens—West leaned back in his chair, content.
"I'm heading deeper into the resort today," he announced. "Games. Attractions. Possibly poor life choices."
Mark folded his napkin calmly. "I'll come with you."
West nearly choked on his drink. "You'll what?"
"I'll come with you."
West stared. "...Dad."
"Yes?"
"You realize 'games' here include simulated combat, aerial courses, and things that may legally classify as 'near-death experiences', right?"
Mark smiled faintly. "I raised you, didn't I?"
West squinted. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle it, old man?"
Mark scoffed. "Watch your tone."
West grinned, standing up and stretching. "Alright then. Don't say I didn't warn you."
It just so happened that the very moment West and his father stepped out of their room, the universe decided to be funny.
Because right there... standing in the passageway like she had been waiting... was Elina.
She froze for half a second when she saw them, then immediately brightened up.
"Oh! What a coincidence!" she said cheerfully. "I didn't know you guys were staying on this floor."
West stopped walking.
Internally, his brain tilted its head. 'Huh? I'm pretty sure I mentioned the 159th floor yesterday...'
Outwardly, he kept his expression neutral. "Yeah... wild coincidence."
Mark, completely unaware of the internal alarms going off in West's head, smiled politely. "Good morning."
Elina returned the smile warmly before her attention snapped right back to West.
"So where are you guys headed?"
West shrugged. "We're going deeper into the resort. Games. Attractions. Probably embarrassing my dad in public."
Mark scoffed. "You're assuming you won't embarrass yourself first."
Elina's eyes lit up. "That sounds fun! Can I tag along?"
West blinked. "Didn't you come up here to get something done?"
She waved a hand dismissively. "Already did."
"...That was fast."
She smiled sweetly. "Efficiency is a virtue."
West stared at her for a second longer than necessary, then sighed. "Alright. You can come."
As they walked, West couldn't help but notice that Elina looked... different.
Yesterday, she'd been cute in a quiet, nerdy way. Glasses, minimal effort, more brain than flair.
Today?
She was dressed very cutely.
She didn't wear anything outrageous... just a light, well-fitted outfit, subtle colors that complemented her figure, and a soft shade of makeup that made her eyes pop without screaming for attention. She still wore glasses, but now they felt like an accessory instead of a shield.
West noticed the increase in attractiveness.
Unfortunately for Elina, West also immediately shut that line of thought down.
He mentally reminded himself of Aria, Nina, Mira, and the general landmine his romantic life had become.
'Let's not add another...'
Elina who was blissfully unaware of the internal battle she was losing, happily tagged along as they explored.
The resort didn't disappoint.
They passed through neon-lit game halls, interactive holographic zones, zero-gravity lounges, and even an area where people sparred using padded exo-frames. Mark tried a few things, to West's surprise, although he complained loudly, he didn't back out.
"Why does everything here try to kill you?" Mark muttered after stepping out of a balance simulator.
"That's the fun part," West replied.
Eventually, they arrived at one of the resort's advanced team games.
A staff member explained the rules while strapping them into floating gliders and equipping them with protective gear.
These gliders were disk-shaped platforms that hovered above an artificial ice-like terrain suspended in midair.
The objective was simple.
A glowing golden ball floated freely above the field.
Two teams with five players each.
First team to transport the ball to the opposing side won.
Each player had their own glider, but teamwork was mandatory. Obstacles drifted through the air and the ball itself moved unpredictably—sometimes accelerating, sometimes darting away like it had a mind of its own.
West, Elina, and Mark were placed on the same team.
Mark looked around skeptically. "I feel like I'm about to break something important."
"Just don't fall," West said. "That's usually step one."
Before the game began, West pulled them close.
"Alright," he said quietly. "Dad, you defend. Stay back, block anyone who gets through."
Mark nodded. "Got it."
"Elina, center support. Keep eyes on the ball and the opponents. Call out movements."
She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay!"
"I'll strike," one of the other teammates with a bald head stated.
The other teammate who was a teenage boy with green hair, claimed he'd support.
West decided to stay around the West side as one of the strikers.
The countdown began.
Three...
Two...
One...
The game exploded into motion.
At first, it was smooth.
Their team coordinated well. Mark held the defensive line surprisingly solid, Elina kept calling out positions, and West moved strategically rather than aggressively.
The score climbed evenly.
1–1.
2–2.
Then 3–3.
That's when things got... rough.
The opposing team started getting aggressive.
Too aggressive.
One of their players slammed into West's teammate even after the ball had been passed, sending him spinning out of control.
The referee hesitated but didn't call it.
Then it happened again.
A sharp elbow disguised as momentum, sent their main striker crashing off his glider.
His body spiralled downwards until the safety system kicked in and removed him from the match.
West frowned.
"Seriously?"
That left them short-handed.
West exhaled slowly. "Alright. I'll switch to main striker."
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Chapter 58: Cursed!
When the game resumed, the ball darted forward, weaving between floating obstacles.
West leaned into his glider, accelerating.
Two opponents immediately abandoned chasing after the ball and angled toward him.
They both crashed into him from the sides, causing West to nearly lose his balance.
He glided backwards, stabilizing himself...
"Whoa, hey," West called. "It's just a game."
However, it didn't stop there.
Their movements were sloppy... but hostile.
They angled towards him again almost like he was the target instead of the ball, and in the next instant, a disguised punch swung toward his ribs.
West tilted sideways, letting it miss by inches, then casually bumped into the attacker.
The other guy went flying instantly, spiraling off the glider.
The second opponent leapt onto West's glider, trying to knock him off balance.
West twisted, grabbed the guy's shoulder, and used the momentum to spin.
The attacker was sent tumbling away like a kicked can.
West suddenly noticed something after spinning around...
One of the opponents who was up ahead earlier, wasn't chasing the ball.
Instead, he was speeding backward, straight toward Elina.
"Elina—!" West shouted.
But it was too late...
The guy slammed into her glider and it destabilized instantly, tilting violently.
She lost balance and slipped off while screaming.
West who was over fifteen feet away, launched himself off his glider without hesitation, traveling across the air.
He slammed into the attacker, hijacked the glider beneath them, and forced it downward, diving after Elina.
The attacker was sent flying off as he reached out and grabbed Elina's hand.
However, the added weight sent the glider tumbling.
But West adjusted mid-spin, using the momentum to twist his body and fling her towards his glider which was already flying towards them.
Using that same momentum, he found himself in mid air as well, while the glider delved downwards, right beneath his descending body.
He landed direcly onto his original glider and grabbed the falling Elina, holding her princess style.
The crowd went silent.
Elina stared up at him, stunned.
"You okay?" West asked quickly.
She nodded, breathless. "Y-Yeah..."
He angled his glider towards her and set her gently back onto her glider, stabilized it, then kicked off, chasing after the ball.
The ball tried to evade him, zigzagging wildly but West smirked.
"Nice try."
With his current speed and agility, the zigzagging ball was moving slower than normal. He could read its pattern of movement...
The moment, he thrust his palm forward two feet towards the left where the ball hadn't reached yet... the ball suddenly flew into his grasp.
His smirk widened as he boosted forward, slid past defenders and slammed the ball into the goal zone.
Victory!
The referee hovered in place with his mouth wide open.
"...What the hell just happened?"
West wanted to complain after the game ended.
The other team had been aggressive to the point of outright sabotage, and if this were anywhere else, he'd have raised hell about it. But by the time he turned around to look for them after the match ended, they were gone.
Just... gone.
Like they had evaporated.
West frowned. "That's not suspicious at all."
Elina, still riding the adrenaline high, was bouncing slightly on her heels. "At least we won!"
West glanced at her, then at his dad, who was rubbing his shoulder like it personally offended him.
"Yeah," Mark said, exhaling. "I'm officially clocking out. That game just shaved five years off my life."
West laughed. "You did fine, old man."
Mark scoffed. "Don't call me that. I'm going to grab food at that restaurant we passed earlier. You kids go enjoy yourselves. I'll wait there."
"You sure?" West asked.
Mark waved him off. "Positive. Go. Before I change my mind and force you to sit down and talk about taxes."
That alone was enough motivation.
West nodded, watched his dad leave, and then—
Silence~
Now it was just him and Elina.
She realized it at the same time he did.
Her eyes lit up like someone had just handed her a winning lottery ticket.
"Oh! It's just us now."
West swallowed. "Yeah. Looks like it."
She clasped her hands behind her back and immediately started walking beside him... and talking.
"Oh my god, that game was insane. I swear when I was falling I thought my soul left my body. Do you think they'll change the rules after that? Also, have you ever noticed how some people get way too competitive? Like, sir, it's a game, not a blood feud—"
West nodded along, smiling politely.
Five minutes later, she was still talking.
Not that he minded.
It was... kind of nice.
They moved from one attraction to another—arcade-style games, interactive puzzles, motion simulators—and Elina commented on everything. Her thoughts bounced from topic to topic with adorable enthusiasm.
Then they decided to try a boating attraction.
The stream was calm at first and the boat glided forward smoothly.
Elina leaned over the edge. "Wow, this is really peaceful—"
The water suddenly exploded.
A small cyclone formed out of nowhere, spinning violently in the middle of the stream.
People screamed.
Boats were lifted, tilted, and sent spinning like toys.
"WHY IS THERE A TORNADO?!" Elina shrieked.
West immediately grabbed the paddles and rowed with strength that absolutely did not belong to a normal eighteen-year-old.
Their boat shot forward, cutting through the chaos as the mini cyclone chased them like it had a personal vendetta.
Other boats collided. One guy got launched into the water screaming something about refunds.
West paddled like his life depended on it.... because it might have.
They escaped the attraction soaked but unharmed.
Staff rushed in. Apologies were issued and vouchers were handed out.
Elina stared at the water with a pale look. "That... that never happens, right?"
West forced a laugh. "Yeah. Totally normal. Happens every Tuesday."
They moved on.
Next was a racing game with hovering gliding carts.
It started fine.
Until two other racers began ramming West's cart repeatedly.
"Hey!" West shouted. "Back off!"
They didn't.
One hit sent his cart veering off-course.
Another nearly flipped him.
Finally, a third impact knocked his cart clean off the track.
Elina screamed in horror as she watched from a different cart.
West leapt and mid-fall, he grabbed onto a support beam before swinging himself back onto solid ground.
The cart exploded below him in a harmless burst of light.
Staff panicked.
The racers responsible vanished again.
West stared at the empty track with narrowed eyes. "What is wrong with people today?"
But West didn't know that... this was only the beginning.
A food stall malfunctioned and caught fire right as they approached...
A hologram exhibit glitched and tried to grab Elina's hair...
A harmless-looking game booth collapsed the second West touched it...
By the time they sat down to rest, Elina's shoulders were slumped.
She stared at her hands. "I... I think I'm cursed."
West blinked. "What?"
She nodded solemnly. "This always happens. Whenever I start to like someone. Weird things. Accidents. Disasters. It's like the universe doesn't want me happy."
She sniffed dramatically.
"I'm destined to be single for life!"
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Chapter 59: Our Little Secret
Although West didn't believe it was possible to like someone so quickly, he still decided to console her.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. That's not true."
She looked up at him.
"You're smart, kind, and honestly? Anyone would be lucky to have you. If bad things happen around you, that just means you're too powerful for boring reality."
Elina froze as her face went red.
"...You really think so?"
West mentally realized that silver tongue had kicked in. He only wanted to console her and yet he said a bunch of buttering things that he didn't really intend to say.
"Uh—yeah," he said quickly. "I mean—statistically speaking."
She smiled and then she scooted closer.
West let her.
They ended up staying there for a bit, enjoying each other's company and chatting for some time before deciding on one last adventure before the day ended.
They found their way to one of the resort's futuristic amusement zones. It was a massive structure of lights, rails, and high-speed rides.
They immediately boarded a fast-track ride together.
The cart locked in and the countdown began.
Elina grabbed his arm. "I'm kind of scared."
West smiled. "I've got you."
The ride launched extremely fast.
Wind roared past them as the cart climbed higher and higher.
It dashed across tracks, taking them up, around and through tunnels that were crafted to look like ruins.
It was quite the exhilarating experience.
West could see makeshift ruin creatures but it made him chuckle because they didn't seem nearly half as scary as the ones in the residential ruins.
They soon cut out of there and now the cart was heading higher up...
It was closing in on the highest point when the tracks ahead suddenly vanished.
They were at least seventy feet up and just like that the tracks up front were gone.
West's eyes widened while Elina screamed.
"...That's not supposed to happen," West muttered.
The moment the track vanished, everything happened at once...
The cart lurched forward, carrying them with powerfully momentum straight toward empty air.
West didn't even think... his body moved before his mind caught up.
He wrapped one arm around Elina's waist and launched himself sideways.
The world tilted as their figures cut across the air.
Wind howled past West's ears as he stretched out toward a massive tree that grew unnaturally close to the ride's structure.
"Hold on tight!" West shouted.
Elina did exactly that, wrapping her arms around his neck and closing her eyes.
West's hands slammed into a thick branch with bone-jarring force. The bark tore at his palms, but he held, suspending himself and Elina in mid air.
From there, he didn't stop.
He swung, dropping through the air and caught another branch lower down.
He proceeded to drop again like his body had already calculated every possible angle before he even committed to the leap.
He caught another branch and people below screamed. Resort alarms began blaring.
When there were no more branches beneath them, West bent his knees and let go.
They fell over thirty feet across the air.
Elina squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for a rough landing... but it never came.
West hit the ground and absorbed the impact with a deep bend of his legs and one hand touching down to steady himself.
The recoil rippled through his body and then vanished like nothing.
Elina opened one eye... and then the other.
"...We're alive?"
West exhaled slowly while dropping her gently. "Yeah."
She pulled back just enough to stare at him properly.
Her eyes widened.
"You didn't even flinch."
West winced internally.
"...Adrenaline?"
She didn't buy it.
Elina stepped back, looking at him differently now... The way his eyes were calm despite what just happened.
Then it clicked.
Everything clicked.
The accidents he had saved her from...
The cyclone.
The way he moved.
The way he caught her mid-air.
"You're awakened," she whispered.
West froze for half a second.
Then he smiled, lifted a finger to his lips, and winked.
"Shush. Our little secret."
Her mouth fell open.
"...Seriously?"
He nodded once. "Just don't tell anyone."
Her shock quickly morphed into excitement, awe and curiosity all tangled together.
"That's insane," she breathed. "Do you know how cool that is?"
West chuckled. "It mostly just means I attract trouble."
She laughed finally free of the tension from earlier.
They made their way back toward the main paths as the sun dipped lower, painting the resort in gold and orange. Elina wouldn't stop talking now... but this time it wasn't nervous rambling. It was questions.
"What tier are you?"
"Are you in a gang?"
"Did you awaken recently?"
"Is that why you were so calm earlier?"
West answered carefully. Vaguely. Dodging specifics like a seasoned politician.
"Not in a gang," he said. "And I'd prefer to keep it that way."
She nodded solemnly. "Your secret's safe with me. I promise."
By the time they reached the restaurant where Mark had been waiting, the evening crowd had gathered.
Mark looked up and smiled when he saw them. "There you are. I was starting to wonder if you fell into an alternate dimension."
West smirked. "Only a minor one."
Elina's family was there too and her parents were chatting with Mark while her brother was sulking in a chair with crossed arms like he'd been personally wronged by existence.
Dinner turned into a group affair, and by the time Mark suggested they all catch a movie at the resort cinema, no one objected.
The theater was dark, cool, and packed.
Elina sat besides West the whole time...
And at first, nothing happened...
Then, slowly, underneath the blanket of darkness, surround sound and flickering light, her fingers brushed his hand.
Once...
Twice...
Then she held it...
West glanced at her. She didn't look at him... she just kept her eyes glued to the screen. If West could see her cheeks now, he'd spot the faint shade of pink.
Later, she leaned closer and whispered, "Thanks... for saving me today."
"You're welcome," he murmured back.
She hesitated, then added softly, "I want to thank you properly."
Before he could respond, she guided his hand gently towards her chest...
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Before West could respond, Elina guided his hand gently towards her chest...
just enough for him to realize what she meant.
West stiffened.
His brain short-circuited for a brief, dangerous second.
He didn't move his hand further nor push it away either.
His fingers partly sunk in underneath the darkness, feeling up her chest. She wasn't as busty as Aria but she wasn't small either.
She was at least Double Ds'.
Who knew that the nerdy girl had such a side to her...
The moment lingered before she gently pulled back, as if nothing had happened.
West stared straight ahead for the rest of the movie, still in disbelief. He'd only known her for like two days so he it was quite the surprise that she had developed such a quick interest in him.
Afterward, the two families had dinner together, laughter filling the table as if nothing strange or life-threatening had happened that day.
When it was time to part ways, Elina blushed and slipped West her number.
"Text me," she said quickly. "About... normal things."
West smiled. "Normal things."
As he and his father headed back toward their room, West rounded a corner and nearly collided with someone.
Upon closer look, it was the woman from the plaza...
The same one.
Half her face was still hidden behind a designer nose mask and she still radiated the same an intensity that made the air feel heavier.
"Oh," West said dryly. "You again. Don't worry, I didn't bump into you this time."
She stared at him for a long moment.
Then said, "We have much to discuss."
West frowned. "I already apologized yesterday."
"Not that."
She released just a fraction of her presence and West was immediately able to tell that she was awakened.
His eyes narrowed as he turned to his father. "Dad, go ahead. I'll catch up."
Mark hesitated. "You sure?"
West smiled easily and wrapped an arm around the woman's shoulder.
"She's a friend. We just need to talk."
Mark nodded, reassured, and walked off.
The man in the suit beside the woman went pale.
"You're touching... the mistress..."
His eyes screamed this boy is already dead.
The moment Mark was out of sight, West removed his arm and stepped back.
"You're lucky you didn't freak my father out," he said calmly. "What do you want?"
The assistant looked like he was witnessing a live execution because no one ever spoke to her like that.
And no one touched her at all...
But West had just done both.
He had signed his death warrant.
The assistant turned to the mistress, expecting to see an expression that meant West was in danger...
Instead...
The woman laughed lightly with an amused tone like West had just done something entertaining on purpose.
Contrary to the assistant's widening eyes and silent funeral prayer for West's soul, she didn't tear his arm off. She didn't even flinch.
She tilted her head slightly, sliding over him with her gaze like he was a puzzle piece she couldn't fit into any of her usual pictures.
"It has been a long time," she voiced with a calm and smooth voice like honey, "since anyone has addressed me so casually... violated my personal space twice within the span of twenty-four hours... and laid hands on me without consent."
The suited assistant's shoulders visibly tensed as if he was bracing for the part where West would be punished in creative ways.
The woman continued, almost thoughtfully, "Any one of those acts should be punishable by a near-death experience."
West raised an eyebrow and then his mouth moved before his brain could fully approve it.
"Okay, first of all—" he raised a hand, "just because you're taller than me doesn't mean you get to narrate my death like it's an audiobook. I already apologized for bumping into you yesterday..."
The assistant inhaled sharply.
West went on, spilling out more words like his confidence had learned how to wear a suit and tie.
"And second, being awakened doesn't give you the right to treat weaker people however you want. If you have any intention of bullying me, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed."
He subtly shifted his stance, ready to move if this encounter was going to turn into a fight.
His eyes watched her shoulders, hips and the angle of her feet... Awakened fights ended fast. Either you ended it fast too... or you ended.
West's fingers twitched, ready to call up his skills.
The woman didn't move.
She only smiled beneath the nose mask as her eyes narrowed with mild amusement.
"You're quite confident," she said, "for a Tier One awakened."
West's posture stiffened.
He didn't react dramatically... his lips only twitched slightly.
"...I didn't tell you I was awakened."
"I know," she replied. "I can tell you're Tier One. Recently awakened too."
The assistant looked like he wanted to clap, cry, and faint at the same time.
West's mind raced.
How?
He'd been careful.
He hadn't activated his branch today. He hadn't done anything flashy. He'd kept it all within the realm of "maybe he's just athletic."
Unless...
Unless she could sense it the way sharks sensed blood.
She took a step closer...
"And no," she added with an almost bored tone, "I have no intention of bullying you."
West scoffed. "Wow. Congratulations. You want a certificate for basic decency?"
The assistant's eye twitched.
"Kid—"
West didn't even look at him. "Shut up."
The assistant's jaw dropped as if West had just slapped the laws of nature.
The woman's smile widened a little, like she was enjoying the show.
Then, without warning, she reached up and pulled the designer nose mask down.
It was like the hallway got brighter.
Not literally... but the effect was real.
Her face was... difficult. Not because there was anything wrong with it but because it was the kind of striking that made your brain hesitate.
She had sharp cheekbones, smooth skin and a poised elegance that didn't look like it belonged in a resort hallway at night. Her lips were semi full and pinkish... she was truly pretty but her eyes were the real problem...
They were calm, assessing and predatory in a refined way.
Her hair was tied up, but West could tell it was long, the kind of long that probably looked effortless even when it wasn't.
She looked mature, yes... but not old. West's guessed she was in her early twenties at the very least.
West's chest suddenly tightened as he struggled to place the familiarity.
The curve of her eyes, the shape of her lips, that expression—
He'd seen this face before... never in person but he had definitely seen her somewhere...
A screen perhaps?
His mouth went dry as it suddenly clicked when she said her name.
"I am, Zu Li."
West froze properly this time.
The name hit like a punch.
This was Dragon Fang Gang leader... Miss Zu Li.
The woman in the news described as ruthless, brilliant, and terrifying. The one who was supposedly in her thirties but looked like she could pass for early twenties without even trying.
West mind rearranged itself as he stared at her.
Why is someone like that here?
Why is she... talking to me?
The assistant leaned forward slightly, as if expecting West to drop to his knees and start singing praises.
Unfortunately for him, West did none of that.
He inhaled slowly, forcing himself to remain calm on the surface.
"If you're Miss Zu Li," West said carefully, "then what exactly do you want with me?"
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Chapter 61: Stay Away From Me
Zu Li watched him for a second longer, like she was savoring the fact that he hadn't folded.
Then she said, "I was intrigued after we bumped into each other yesterday."
West's brows rose. "People get intrigued over bumps now?"
"Yes," she said smoothly. "Because you didn't recoil. A regular person would have been sent flying... a tier 1 awakened wouldn't have been much better off either... but you..."
West remembered that casual collision from yesterday and the fact that she hadn't moved at all.
So she wasn't just "an awakened."
She was different... The kind of person whose casual body strength made other awakened look like regular gym bros.
Zu Li continued with an almost conversational tone.
"Today... despite the hurdles you faced, you still didn't reveal your awakened power. You didn't activate your branch."
West's eyes narrowed slightly.
"You were watching me."
"Yes."
"You followed me around all day."
"Yes."
"And you're saying—" West's voice sharpened, "—you saw what happened?"
Zu Li nodded. "I saw everything."
West's stomach tightened.
Elina's near fall.
The weird aggression in the games.
The cyclone in the water.
The track vanishing.
All those "freak accidents" that were too freak to be coincidence.
Zu Li spoke like she was commenting on the weather.
"You relied on strength and agility. You escaped every sticky situation without activating your branch. That caught my eye."
West didn't respond... he listened without a suspicious gaze.
Zu Li tilted her head slightly as her eyes shone with interest.
"However," she continued, "it made this difficult for me."
West's expression didn't change, but his blood pressure did.
"Because I need to know what kind of awakener you are," Zu Li said, "before I can decide whether to take you under my wing."
The assistant's eyes lit up like fireworks.
There it was.
The grand fortune.
The "your life is made" moment.
Zu Li—of all people—was offering apprenticeship.
The assistant looked like he wanted to scream: BOW. NOW. KID. BOW.
But West's mind had tuned out everything except one part.
All the hurdles you faced today.
His eyes sharpened as the realization hit fully now like a door slamming.
He stepped forward half a pace.
"Wait."
Zu Li's brows lifted.
West pointed with a dangerously calm voice.
"All of those... the cyclone... the people ramming us... the track vanishing..."
His face contorted.
"That was you?"
Zu Li didn't even deny it.
"Yes," she said simply. "I sabotaged every activity you engaged in so I could see what you were capable of."
The assistant nodded like this was reasonable.
Like endangering civilians was a harmless hobby.
West's face went still.
Very still.
His fingers curled as anger silently condensed underneath his calm persona.
And when he spoke, his voice was quiet.
"If you weren't a woman," West said, "I would have hit you."
The assistant snapped, finally finding his voice. "How dare—!"
West turned his head slightly with a cold look.
"Shut. Up."
The assistant actually shut up.
His body did it before his pride could argue.
Zu Li's gaze sharpened, but she didn't look offended.
If anything... she looked more entertained.
West took a breath through his nose.
"I don't care much about my life," he admitted bluntly. "I've been through worse. I'd survive."
His eyes flashed.
"But you put my father in jeopardy. And my friend."
His voice rose slightly now.
"People could've died. Not just me. Not just Elina. Other guests. Kids. Workers. Random people who came here to relax."
The assistant's lips parted in disbelief.
No one talked to Zu Li like this.
No one accused her.
No one scolded her like she was a reckless teenager messing with fireworks. That was the ultimate power of not just being in a gang but owning one... It meant you didn't have to live by the rules... and she didn't.
She never expected that anyone would ever stand up to her, because no one ever did.
West stepped closer, just enough to make it clear he wasn't afraid to stand in her space... though he didn't touch her this time.
"You're powerful," West stated. "Congratulations. You can ruin a day for fun. But don't ever do that around me again."
Zu Li's eyes gleamed.
West pointed toward the corridor where his father had gone.
"Stay away from me."
Then his finger moved slightly, indicating the resort at large.
"And stay away from everyone around me."
The assistant looked like his world was collapsing.
This kid had just rejected a gang leader's interest.
Not politely...
Not carefully...
He didn't bow...
He didn't flatter...
He didn't beg for forgiveness...
He outrightly scolded her and then turned around and walked away just like that.
He simply left like he'd just finished telling off a rude cashier.
The assistant stood frozen with his mouth open.
Then he whispered, horrified, "He's... he's insane..."
Zu Li didn't respond.
She watched West's back disappear down the hallway.
And the more she watched...
The more something in her eyes sharpened into certainty.
'Even after knowing exactly who I am... he still gave me a piece of his mind.'
Her lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk.
"I must make him my apprentice," she murmured with a soft but dangerous voice. "no matter what."
The assistant finally found his breath.
"Mistress... he insulted you. He threatened you. He—"
Zu Li lifted a hand lazily.
The assistant stopped immediately.
Her gaze stayed locked in the direction West had gone, as if she could still see him.
"No," she said, almost pleased. "He didn't threaten me."
She smiled wider.
"He drew a boundary."
The assistant looked even more confused. "That's... worse."
Zu Li's eyes glittered. "That's rarer."
Then she turned with her mask still down and her beauty on full display.
"Find out who he is," she ordered.
The assistant swallowed. "We already know—"
Zu Li's eyes flicked to him.
He corrected himself instantly.
"I mean... everything. Family. Background. Friends. Schedule. Work. School. His habits."
Zu Li's smile returned.
"Exactly," she said. "If I let him slip away... I'll regret it."
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Chapter 62: This Is Where We Part Ways
Somewhere down the hallway, West kept walking, unaware of the assistant scrambling behind her like a man trying to stop a hurricane with paperwork.
He only knew one thing:
He'd come here for fun and somehow ended up catching bodies, making someone catch feelings for him and catching the attention of someone who looked like trouble wearing designer perfume.
And West hated trouble...
...
...
Night fell quietly over Aria and Ross's apartment, but the quiet felt heavy rather than peaceful.
Ross had noticed it the moment he came home earlier than usual.
Normally, when he showed up late reeking faintly of smoke and metal, Aria would be waiting. Sometimes annoyed, sometimes pretending not to care, but always... responsive with either a kiss, a touch or a word that said you're here now.
Tonight?
Nothing.
She was curled on the couch with her phone in hand and legs tucked beneath her. The TV was playing something she wasn't watching.
When Ross dropped his jacket and stepped close, leaning in to brush her hair back, she subtly shifted away under the excuse of adjusting her position.
He frowned.
"Hey," he murmured, trying again later when the lights dimmed. He slid an arm around her waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. "You're quiet tonight."
"I'm just tired," Aria replied softly and smoothly removed herself from his grasp.
Ross kissed the side of her neck but she stiffened.
He pulled back with a look of confusion flickering across his face. "Did I do something?"
"No," she said quickly. Too quickly. "It's not you."
He tried again later, this time more deliberate, grazing his fingers against her thigh as they lay in bed.
Aria turned onto her side.
"I'm really tired, Ross."
He stared at the ceiling after that with hands clasped behind his head as his frustration slowly simmered into doubt.
This wasn't normal but it also wasn't the first time it was happening... since the ruins incident, he noticed she had been quite distant with him.
'Is it because I didn't go in to save her brother on time? Women are quite irrational beings... there was literally nothing that could be done...' he sighed internally and then rolled onto his side, watching her back.
"You haven't even kissed me today."
She didn't respond.
Her phone buzzed faintly beneath the covers.
Aria's heart jumped.
Ross noticed.
She turned slightly, shielding the screen, pretending it was nothing. But Ross had already seen the name light up briefly before she muted it.
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~ West ~
"Yeah, I'm out with Dad on an unexpected trip. Be back tomorrow. Sorry we couldn't meet this weekend, he literally dragged me impromptu to go have fun. I think he's scared that I almost died..."
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'Damn it... so its true... she really is giving me attitude because of that.'
Ross lay there with his eyes wide open long after Aria's breathing slowed into sleep.
'She usually would be all over my body by now... I gotta do something about this. Maybe I'll ask West for help,' he thought.
---
Meanwhile, miles away, West slept like a rock.
He didn't dream.
When he woke the next morning, sunlight was already slicing through the blinds, warm and insistent.
His father was already dressed.
Mark stood by the door tying his shoes with a briefcase in hand.
"I'm heading out to work today," Mark said. "My superiors agreed to a meeting today. We're going to discuss my schedule—about me being more present."
West rubbed his eyes. "That's... good, right?"
Mark smiled. "It is. Don't worry about me. Focus on school. Oh yeah I gotta drop you off."
"I'm definitely going to be late to school today," West mummered while getting up to pack.
Although he nodded at his father's interest in being more present, internally, he wasn't entirely thrilled. More present sounded like less privacy.
---
During lunch break at school, Nina plopped down beside him with a dramatic sigh.
"I was gonna bring my art over this weekend," she complained. "But you vanished."
West winced. "Sorry. Got dragged out of the city."
"Where?" another girl leaned in.
"...A resort... Misthaven..." West admitted.
Their faces immediately lit up in disbelief.
"No way."
"The one near Red Valor?"
"Bro, that place is crazy expensive."
Nina's eyes sparkled. "Did you see the floating gardens?"
"Did you ride the glass subs?"
West shrugged. "Didn't have time for everything."
Someone else chimed in, lowering their voice like it was a secret. "You didn't go to Eternal Ruins, did you?"
West's smile froze for half a second.
"No," he said quickly. "Didn't even enter Red Valor City."
His mind flickered involuntarily to Zu Li's amused eyes, the way everything had gone wrong all day.
"I heard," another student said, "that Class 3 might be going on an excursion there soon."
That got everyone talking.
West leaned back with a neutral expression.
But internally, he was alert.
'An excursion... to Red Valor...'
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At the end of the day, West packed up and headed out, only to find himself walking alongside someone familiar.
Mira Han.
She matched his pace naturally with hands clasped behind her back as her eyes flicked to him shyly.
"Headed this way too?" West asked.
She nodded. "Yeah."
They walked in comfortable silence for a bit before conversation bloomed naturally.
She carefully asked about his time in the ruins but he deflected most of the questions with humor.
She laughed, soft and genuinely and West found himself speaking a lot more buttery and smoothly than normal...
He could tell that this was due to the effects of Silver Tongue. It made him sound as though he was flirting most of the times even when he was just trying to make casual conversation.
"You still single?" West asked casually.
Mira shot him a look. "You really like that topic."
"I'm just concerned," he said solemnly. "It's a serious medical condition."
She huffed. "Oh? What's it called?"
"Chronic Singleness Syndrome."
She smacked his arm. "You're awful."
He grinned. "And yet you can't seem to get away from me, can you?"
She couldn't help but smile shyly as her face turned a shade of pink.
Unfortunately, no cuck points popped up for obvious reasons.
As they reached the corner where they'd split paths, Mira paused.
"Hey," she said softly. "I'm glad you're okay."
West met her eyes. "Me too."
She stopped mid-stride, crossed her arms, and pouted so hard West was half-convinced she'd practiced in a mirror.
"This isn't the way you usually go," her eyes narrowed suspiciously behind her glasses. "Where are you headed?"
West didn't even slow down. "A secret."
Her jaw dropped. "A secret?"
"Yes," he said calmly. "A classified, top-tier, life-changing secret."
She hurried to keep up. "You can't just say that and expect me not to ask questions."
He glanced sideways. "Watch me."
"You're horrible," she declared. "Absolutely horrible."
"And yet," he said with a grin, "you're still following."
She huffed. "Only because you'll probably trip and die if I don't supervise."
West chuckled, then stopped walking.
Mira nearly bumped into him.
"This is where we part ways," he said gently.
She blinked, then looked around.
The surroundings had subtly transformed. The neat residential streets had given way to cracked concrete, rusted fences, and skeletal remains of old factories. Broken signage hung at odd angles. Windows were either shattered or boarded up. Nature had begun reclaiming the place.
Vines could be spotted crawling along steel beams as weeds pushed through asphalt.
It was an abandoned industrial site.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC63: I Want A Contract
Chapter 63: I Want A Contract
Mira swallowed.
"...You come here often?"
"Nope."
"Then why—"
"Can't tell you," West said while raising a finger. "That would violate the secret."
She stared at him for a long second, then sighed dramatically. "Fine. But be careful."
"Deal."
She turned to leave, then paused, glancing back over her shoulder.
"Get home safe, okay?"
West's expression softened just a bit. "Always."
Once she was gone, West waited another full minute, scanned the area and listened for any sign of life.
Silence...
No footsteps... No lingering presence.
That was good.
He stepped deeper into the industrial site until he reached a wide, open clearing surrounded by collapsed warehouses. The ground was cracked but stable.
There were no civilians, no cameras, no gang territory markings...
"Perfect."
West exhaled slowly.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let's do this properly."
This wasn't the ruins so there was no pressure of imminent death...
This time, he could choose without hurry.
West stood still, closed his eyes, and focused inward.
He felt those invisible extensions rooted deep within his core, stretching beyond reality itself. He guided them outward, gently at first, then with growing clarity.
The moment his two branches came alive, the world changed.
When he opened his eyes again, the industrial site faded into the background, replaced by a strange, overlapping vision.
Thousands upon thousands of doors floated in an endless void, suspended like fragments of stained glass in a cosmic ocean.
Some were colossal gates carved with glowing sigils... others were small, barely large enough to fit a human hand.
Colors bled into one another: crimson, violet, gold, obsidian, emerald.
Each door bore a presence with will...
With something waiting behind it.
West didn't rush.
Last time, desperation had chosen for him.
This time, he observed.
He felt a pull to certain doors but some felt too heavy, too ancient, too overwhelming...
He ignored those immediately, worried he'd summon another divine being.
Others felt... thin... too weak. Not worth the effort so he ignored those as well.
Then there was one which had a deep, earthy green door. It was tall and solid, etched with crude but purposeful markings. It didn't glow brightly but it felt... grounded and balanced as opposed to overwhelming.
West stepped closer.
The door responded, vibrating faintly, as if acknowledging his presence.
"This one," he murmured.
He reached out... and the moment his hand touched the surface, the door swung open—
The world immediately snapped his consciousness back to this plane as an heavy thud shook the ground.
West's eyes flew open and standing before him right now, was a towering feminine figure.
She was at least ten feet tall with broad and imposing silhouette.
Green skin stretched over lean, defined muscle that weren't overly bulky but powerful, like a seasoned warrior who relied on refining their body to a state of balance.
She wore layered medieval-style garments consisting of dark leather reinforced with metal plates and long cloth panels with slits along the sides for movement. Runes were stitched into the fabric, faintly glowing and on her right hand was a staff nearly as tall as she was.
It's head was crowned with a rough crystal that emitted arcane energy.
Her face was unmistakably orcish.
Prominent tusks curved upward from her lower jaw. Her nose was broad, her brow heavy and her faintly glowing amber eyes bore standard intelligence.
She was not attractive by human standards but she was impressive.
The system chimed.
---
<[ Summoned Entity Identified ]>
Name: Gor'thala Rune-Bearer
Race: Orc
Class: Warrior Mage
Status: Uncontracted
---
Gor'thala planted the base of her staff into the ground with a resonant boom.
The air itself seemed to thicken.
She looked down at West with her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Human," she spoke with a deep and resonant voice, layered with arcane undertones. "Why have you summoned me to this plane?"
West's face bore a serious look as he responded straightforwardly.
"I want a contract."
Her brows rose a fraction.
"So direct," she mused. "Interesting."
She circled him slowly, cracking the concrete beneath her boots with her heavy footsteps. Her gaze dissected him... from his posture to his breathing to his aura to his intent...
"Your energy is pure and vibrant," she said after a moment. "Unpolished, but... dense."
West blinked. "Dense?"
"You carry more than you should," she clarified. "Power compressed. Unrefined."
He took that as a compliment.
"I need a summon I can rely on," West said honestly. "Not someone who'll abandon me or wipe out a city because they sneezed."
A corner of her mouth twitched.
"Practical," she said. "I approve."
Then her expression hardened.
"But I will not be bound to a weak summoner."
West nodded. "Fair."
Gor'thala lifted her staff, causing the crystal to glow brighter.
"If you wish to contract me," she said, "you must prove yourself."
West braced. "How?"
"I will summon one of my own," she replied calmly. "Defeat it."
West stared in confoundment.
"...Wait."
She tilted her head.
"You can... summon something too?"
"Of course," Gor'thala said flatly. "What kind of warrior mage would I be if I couldn't?"
West rubbed his face. "So let me get this straight. I summon you. You summon something. And I fight that thing. If I win, you agree to a contract."
"Yes."
"And if I lose?"
Her tusks glinted as she smiled.
"You live," she said. "But I leave."
West exhaled sharply.
This was not how he imagined his first official contract going.
Still...
This was better than a goddess snapping reality in half.
"...Alright," West said, planting his feet. "Show me what you've got."
Gor'thala raised her staff and runes ignited along its length.
A circle of green-gold light expanded across the ground, conjuring spinning symbols as arcane energy swept across the surroundings.
West's instincts rang alarm bells as something began to emerge from the circle.
"So," he muttered under his breath as his eyes locked on the spinning symbols. "My summon's summon..."
Gor'thala's voice echoed calmly over the rising power.
"Survive, summoner."
The moment Gor'thala finished her incantation, Green light bled into the summoning circle like liquid fire, and the ground beneath it groaned as if it were about to cave in.
The arcane symbols twisted, warping outward, and then—
BOOM.
West's eyes widened.
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MY CUCKHOLD SYSTEMC64: Verdant Pyre Behemoth
Chapter 64: Verdant Pyre Behemoth
What stood before West was a beast that looked like it had crawled out of a nightmare carved by fire and muscle.
It was easily twice the size of a mammoth and its body was a slab of dense, corded muscle wrapped in thick hide. Its paws burned with green flames, branding the ground with smoldering marks that hissed and crackled with every step that it took.
From those scorched imprints, gnarled roots immediately burst forth, writhing like living things.
Its eyes burned with the same green inferno as intelligence glinted within the flames.
Three massive tails lashed behind it, each ending in a sharp, spear-like tip that gleamed ominously.
The beast exhaled, and the air warped.
West swallowed hard.
"...What the hell is that?"
The system answered him instantly.
---
[Summoned Beast Identified]
Name: Verdant Pyre Behemoth
Type: Elemental Beast (Flame / Root Hybrid)
Threat Level: High
Status: Hostile
---
West let out a slow, controlled breath.
Of course...
Of course she'd summon something like this.
His mind raced as he clenched his fists.
He was stronger than he had been in the ruins... but not that much stronger. And the worst part?
His kit was a bad matchup.
Shadow Anchor relied on darkness, concealment, spatial pinning through shadows.
This thing?
It was a walking inferno.
Every step it took lit the ground up. Every movement erased shadows. Green flames crawled along the terrain like living light.
'Perfect counter,' West thought grimly.
His initial plan before the summoning was to use the shadows in the abandoned industrial site to conceal himself consistently and continously land sneak attacks.
Unfortunately, now that wouldn't work.
Gor'thala stood several meters away with her arms folded and her staff resting lightly against her shoulder.
She maintained a calm expression while watching keenly.
The Verdant Pyre Behemoth instantly charged at West.
The ground exploded beneath its paws as it launched forward, displaying a speed that was utterly disproportionate to its size.
It swept its paws at West in the process...
Fwwhii~
West reacted by ducking low as the beast's massive body swept over him like a freight train—
—however, as its body traveled over West's figure, one tail shot down like a harpoon.
West's eyes snapped upward.
Too fast—!
He moved on instinct.
His hands shot up and clamped around the tail mere inches from his face, rattling his bones as he struggled to hold it in place.
His boots dug furrows into the ground as the force tried to drive him into the earth.
But before he could even process his next steps, the other two tails came shooting towards him from the left and right.
A perfect pincer...
West roared and twisted his body, using the momentum of the first tail still in his grip.
With a violent heave, he yanked.
The sudden torque disrupted the beast mid-air causing its massive body to tilt off-balance for just a split second—
—and that was enough.
West planted his feet firmly as his uniform tore around the shoulders while he flung the beast sideways by using its tail.
The Verdant Pyre Behemoth flew across the air and crashed into a cluster of rusted industrial machinery.
Metal screeched as it was crushed and sent tumbling. The creature rolled several times before skidding to a halt causing its green flames to spray in all directions.
The ground shook as West stood there with his chest heaving and his arms trembling slightly.
"...Okay," he muttered. "That worked better than expected."
Behind him, Gor'thala's eyes gleamed.
She hadn't expected that.
She had anticipated West would panic and immediately attempt to summon a beast he was already contracted to in order to offset the power gap.
Instead, he had physically confronted her beast. This was insanity...
Everyone knew summoners were physically weak but why...
How was he capable of performing such a feat?
The beast roared and jumped back to its feet as the flames around its paws burned brighter.
This time, it didn't hesitate.
It charged again—faster and angrier.
West moved immediately and for the next several minutes, it became a brutal dance.
West dodged, rolled, sprinted and leapt, never staying in one place long enough for the beast to corner him. Every attempt he made to strike the beast failed. The creature adapted quickly to all of West's movements, growing sharper and quicker.
Then it slammed one flaming paw into the ground.
Green fire raced forward like a fuse.
West's eyes widened as he gazed downwards.
"Sh—!"
The flames erupted beneath him in a line, bursting upward into towering pillars of green fire that tore through the ceiling above, raining molten debris down.
Fortunately, West had successfully dove sideways a moment earlier but the heat still scorched his back as he barely escaped being incinerated.
He rolled, came up, and charged, landing two solid punches to the beast's face.
The impact rocked its skull, sending it staggering backwards.
However, before he could follow up—
A tail shot towards him at incredibly speed.
He managed to grab it just in time, wrapping his hands around it to prevent it from going any further.
Unfortunately, this was move was his biggest mistake...
The Verdant Pyre Behemoth suddenly lifted him while he was still holding onto the tail and before he could react...
His vision blurred as he was slammed into the ground.
Bam!
Again.
Bam!
And again.
His head rang violently as he released his grip and rolled free but he was bleeding now.
He didn't even get the chance to stabilize himself before another tail lashed out.
He dodged this time, but as soon as he swerved, another tail was stabbing towards the exact position he had just moved to.
West had no other choice but to grab hold once more.
He tried to hold it in place this time but the beast twisted.
The tail yanked him off his feet and sent him flying.
West crashed through broken equipment with blood spraying out of his mouth as sharp metal tore into his side.
Pain exploded through his ribs.
He coughed, spitting blood onto the cracked concrete.
The beast advanced with slower and more confident strides.
Roots erupted from the glowing fiery paw prints behind it, coiling around West's legs as he knelt, locking him in place.
"What the hell—?!"
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