The Lust System: Hunt beyond worlds-Chapter 25: UNEXPECTED PRESENT

That night, I went to bed earlier than usual.

I closed my eyes and focused on one thing—Erika.

Then I activated my ability dream bind

I kept thinking about her.

The way she fought with her brother.

How she beat that commoner without hesitation.

Her cold eyes. Her pride. Her strength.

Thoughts turned into images.

Images twisted into emotions.

And then, like slipping underwater, I felt myself pulled away.

Suddenly, I was standing inside a dark, abandoned building. The air was thick and musty. Cracks ran along the walls. The floor creaked with every step. Every room I checked looked the same—empty, broken, and cold. A repeating maze of decay.

Was this... her dream?

I ran to a window and looked out.

And there she was.

Erika.

She stood perfectly still outside the building.

Expressionless.

Almost like she was frozen in time.

I banged on the window.

I shouted her name.

"Erika! Come meet me! Come meet me at the venue street house numher 23 in Libas village tomorrow at 2 PM!"

"Erika! Listen to me! Come meet me!"

I didn't know if she could hear me.

I didn't even know if I was reaching her.

But I kept shouting, over and over.

Then, I felt it.

The building started to shake.

Cracks spread like veins across the walls.

And suddenly—CRASH.

The whole place collapsed around me.

Thummp.

I shot awake.

It was still dark, just before sunrise.

Darcy lay beside me, still fast asleep.

I turned to look at her, her peaceful expression untouched by the madness I had just seen.

I whispered to myself,

"I hope it worked."

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The Next Day

Everyone was busy.

Aunt Lindy was at her shop, hammering away at some new device.

Sarah was training in the open space outside, focused and fierce.

Darcy was cleaning the house, humming softly as she worked.

And me?

I made my way to our old house.

It was quiet now. Empty.

In just three days, new tenants were scheduled to move in.

But for now, it was still mine.

I walked in and sat on the wooden floor, leaning against the wall.

The air smelled faintly of dust and old memories.

I waited.

Twenty minutes passed.

Then thirty.

Just when I was starting to doubt—

Knock. Knock.

I stood up and walked to the door.

I opened it slowly.

There she was.

Erika.

But something was wrong.

She wasn't alone.

There was someone else standing beside her.

When I opened the door, I didn't just see Erika standing there.

Right beside her was another woman—beautiful, like Erika, but younger in appearance. She wore a stunning blue dress that hugged her figure tightly, especially around her massive curves that she clearly wasn't trying to hide.

Erika, on the other hand, wore a long black chemise—a sleek, simple dress that almost looked like she was trying to go unnoticed. But it didn't work. Her figure, especially her chest, was impossible to miss. She looked... delicious.

"Come in," I said calmly, stepping aside and letting them enter.

The house was bare—no mats, no furniture, just dust and old memories. I gestured for them to sit on the wooden floor. They did.

The air was tense.

After a moment, Erika broke the silence.

"You," she said firmly, her golden eyes narrowed. "Who are you? And why were you in my dreams?"

Before I could reply, the younger woman beside her stepped in with a sharp, commanding tone.

"Before you answer, remember—she is Erika of House Duskryn, and I am Seren of House Revelle. If this is some trick, we will bury your entire bloodline."

I frowned.

So that's how they wanted to play this?

I didn't waste time responding.

Instead, I calmly activated my Invisibility power.

In the blink of an eye, I vanished.

"Where did he go?!" Erika gasped, springing to her feet.

Seren's eyes widened in alarm. "Was that magic? But... even I, a 2-star Mage, can't use camouflage magic. How—?"

Then I reappeared, standing right in front of them.

Both women flinched.

"I am a 5-star Mage," I said with a steady voice. "And Erika, I called you through your dreams because I had something important to give you. But you failed me. You didn't trust the Holy Mage... and you brought your friend instead. A mistake."

They looked at me, confused.

Seren's face twisted in anger.

"You expect us to believe that? You're just a commoner pretending to be something you're not! My father—the head of House Revelle—is only a 4-star Mage. And you? You look like a peasant."

I didn't flinch.

Instead, I simply smiled... calmly, knowingly.

"Seren," I said softly, "give me your hand. I'll prove something to you. If nothing happens, I'll teach you the magic you want so badly."

She hesitated.

Her pride fought with her curiosity.

But after a tense moment, she extended her hand.

I took it—and shook her hand twice.

Suddenly, a notification popped up in my system:

> [Slave Will - Target: Seren | Effectiveness: 10%]

A soft spark flickered between our palms. Seren's eyes widened in shock.

Her body tensed.

Her breathing hitched.

She pulled her hand back instantly.

"What... what did you do to me?!" she shouted, stepping away in panic.

I just looked at her calmly.

Inside, I was smiling.

I looked at Seren with calm eyes and spoke softly.

"I made you stronger," I said. "Believe it or not, I am a Holy Mage—once part of a powerful party. But I was betrayed by my own allies. That's why I'm here now, hiding in a quiet village, far from the politics and power games."

I turned to Erika, her expression unreadable.

"Erika... she's special. She's someone I'm meant to pass my powers to—eventually. But instead of trusting your dream, you brought your friend."

I could feel it—Erika's Slave Will was already at 40%, her resistance wearing down, little by little. Now Seren had entered the picture. If I played this right, I could claim both of them.

Two noblewomen under my command.

A rare opportunity.

Still stunned, Seren spoke up again, eyes narrowed.

"If you want us to trust you... then show us proof."

I didn't hesitate.

"Very well."

I looked her straight in the eyes.

"Seren," I said smoothly, "give me the dagger you're hiding in your left boot."

Her eyes widened.

"...What dagger?"

I smirked.

"Don't play games. I saw it—through my holy Vision. Just hand it over."

She hesitated for a moment, confused and unsure, but eventually reached down and pulled out a slim golden dagger, gleaming faintly even in the dusty room.

She handed it to me cautiously.

I held it in my hand, focused, and activated [Photocopy]. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

A flash of light.

Now... there were two identical daggers—both perfectly real.

Both women gasped.

"What... how did you—?" Erika whispered.

Seren stared at the two blades, her mouth slightly open.

"This kind of magic... even a 5-star Mage can't..."

I smiled again.

"Now then," I said smoothly, "shall we begin the ritual?"

I turned to Seren.

"You were an unexpected guest today. But for your courage... I'll give you a piece of my power, too."

Her eyes lit up. She nodded eagerly.

"Of course! Of course, I'd be honored!"

Inside, I felt it.