On a filthy, foul-smelling street, Lancelot stared excitedly at the system interface before him.
Just as he had expected, this world truly followed a familiar pattern.
He had obtained his own cheat.
God-Level Student Eye Technique Lottery System.
According to the system's explanation, it was a specialized lottery designed to extract terrifying eye abilities from the two-dimensional world.
All those legendary, god-tier ocular powers that existed in anime—Shared Eyes, Reincarnation Eyes, Copy Eyes, the Evil King's Eye, Emperor's Eye, Mystic Eyes, Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Sword Extreme Valley, and countless others—so long as they had appeared in animation, Lancelot could draw them and use them perfectly.
What pleased him even more was that this system had only one function: drawing.
There were no missions. No quests. No requirements.
Every three months, the system would conduct a secondary eye-technique draw, granting practical but lower-level abilities.
Alternatively, four secondary draws could be accumulated and exchanged for a single God-Level Eye Technique draw.
Taking the Sharingan as an example: secondary draws could only grant one-tomoe, two-tomoe, or three-tomoe Sharingan states.
Forget about directly pulling a Mangekyō from those.
But the god-level draw?
That could grant truly terrifying powers—such as the Mangekyō Sharingan or even the Eternal Mangekyō.
"Simple and brutal. I like it."
A grin spread across Lancelot's face. A straightforward lottery system was the best kind of system.
"System, give me the beginner's gift," he said impatiently after fully understanding its functions.
"Ding. Beginner gift received and successfully claimed."
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the God-Level Eye Technique—Geass: Absolute Command."
The system's voice faded away.
At that moment, Lancelot felt something new being born within his once-empty, blood-red eyes.
Chirp.
Faintly, he heard the cry of a bird.
In the center of his crimson pupils, a fiery red bird appeared, wings half-spread—like a supreme ruler about to soar into the sky.
Geass: Absolute Command.
The royal-grade eye technique possessed by Lelouch Lamperouge.
As long as Lancelot made eye contact with his target, he could issue an unbreakable command.
This absolute authority could twist the target's thoughts, beliefs, will, values—even their memories.
Lelouch had called it the power of a king.
"So it's Geass… Absolute Command."
Lancelot was stunned. This was Lelouch's Geass—an ability so overpowered it could be called a bug.
Its control was so absolute that it could even reshape a person's personality.
Though each target could only be commanded once, a loophole existed:
A single command such as "You must always obey my orders" effectively created permanent control.
Truly bug-level.
"Unfortunately, its effectiveness drops sharply against those with strong willpower."
Lancelot frowned slightly.
Geass was powerful.
Absolutely powerful.
But it had limits.
Once a command was completed, the ability could no longer be used on that target. And against mental powerhouses like Professor X or the White Queen, its influence would be greatly weakened.
"Hey, red-eyed yellow monkey, what the hell are you smiling at?"
While Lancelot was still immersed in the joy of obtaining Geass, a cold, malicious voice rang out.
Two tall white men stood before him, staring with mockery and disgust.
From their eyes, Lancelot could clearly sense their hostility.
"Fuck's sake, Johnson, are you talking to him? Is he dumb, or just too scared to speak? Damn red-eyed freak."
The other man cursed as he clenched his fist, raising it, clearly intending to teach the "monster" a lesson.
"You dare look me in the eyes?"
Lancelot's voice was icy.
The two men froze for a moment.
When Johnson met Lancelot's gaze—cold, indifferent, as if looking down at an ant—his face twisted with rage.
"What the hell did you just say, you freak?!"
Johnson angrily pulled out a gun and aimed it at Lancelot.
"Kid, stay the hell away from me."
Lancelot's expression didn't change.
He stared directly into Johnson's eyes and activated Geass.
In an instant, countless red-glowing birds burst forth from the center of Lancelot's eyes, flying straight into Johnson's pupils.
Johnson's domineering expression froze.
A crimson glow filled his eyes—visible only to Lancelot—within which a blood-red bird flapped its wings.
"Understood."
Under Lancelot's gaze, Johnson walked stiffly toward the street corner.
Once out of Lancelot's sight, he raised the gun, pressed it against his temple, and pulled the trigger.
Bang.
A dull gunshot echoed.
Johnson's head exploded, blood spraying violently across the street.
"Y-You… what did you do?"
The other white man collapsed to the ground in terror, staring at the horrific scene.
"Trash."
Lancelot stepped forward calmly.
He grabbed the man by the hair, forced his head up, and made him stare straight into his eyes.
"You bastard—don't even think about dying without my permission."
Lancelot issued his command without hesitation.
"Obey."
The terrified man instantly became silent.
Under Lancelot's gaze, he slowly stood up, his eyes filled with fanatical devotion—as if he were staring at a king who held his fate in hand.
"Hahahaha…"
Looking at the unfamiliar, muscular white man now standing obediently behind him like a bodyguard, Lancelot finally burst into laughter.
Covering his right eye with his hand, he laughed wildly—unrestrained and mad.
After three years of suffering, his fate had finally turned.
"From today on… my destiny is in my own hands."
Lancelot walked out of the filthy street.
Though his clothes were tattered, he carried the noble grace of a crown prince.
And those gem-like, blood-red eyes shining on his handsome face made his extraordinary presence impossible to ignore.
"Give me Power Stone and support, then i will add more to this story"
AND
"I will upload one chapter here every day."