The Lust System: Hunt beyond worlds-Chapter 48: WRONG AGAIN

After turning Nora Bennett into my slave earlier today, I didn’t want to waste a single second. She was tired—said she wanted to cook something for me and rest.

That worked in my favor.

> "Alright, you rest. I’ll just take a look around Fumas," I told her.

But in my heart, I knew exactly what I wanted.

> The noblewoman from the market.

If I could make her mine, my coin problem would be solved. Nobles like her usually had monthly allowances, gold jewelry, connections—and she wasn’t even a mage or a warrior. Just rich and soft.

Perfect target.

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It was 8 PM.

The Fumas market had transformed under the night sky. Lanterns and magical lights were glowing in every stall, giving the streets a warm golden tone. The voices of traders, the smell of spices, grilled meat, and sweet fruit filled the air.

I walked slowly, acting casual.

> "Where are you..." I whispered, scanning the crowd.

And then—I saw her.

A woman in golden ornaments, wearing a soft red noble dress. She was laughing, her hand pointing at a necklace in a street vendor’s display.

> [Inspect Activated]

Name: Suzaine Ester

Age: 27

Status: Noblewoman

Potential: None

Talent: None

> "Tch. Jackpot," I smirked.

A noblewoman without talent. No power. No skills. She had money and a soft heart.

I activated Instant Attraction immediately.

White light flashed in my vision.

The spell was released.

But—Thud!

Suddenly someone bumped into her from behind.

> "No... No no no NOT AGAIN!" I growled under my breath.

Just like what happened with Nora... my ability hit the wrong target again.

And then... I saw her.

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She wasn’t a commoner.

She had blonde hair, sharp eyes, and wore a white elegant dress with silver linings. She looked calm, almost too calm for someone who just collided with a noblewoman.

> "That’s not a normal woman," I muttered.

"Let’s see..."

> [Inspect Activated]

Name: Rozie Fernandes

Age: 31

Status: Noblewoman

Level: 13

Talent: Swordmaster

> "...You’ve gotta be kidding me."

A noble. A fighter. A swordmaster.

And I accidentally hit her with Instant Attraction.

But as crazy as that sounds...

> Her gaze locked onto me.

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She looked confused at first—blinking, like she had forgotten something.

Then she saw me. Her eyes softened just a little, her brows lifted.

She stepped back from the noblewoman she bumped into, ignoring the angry scolding, and walked towards me.

Each step was calm, smooth... but her expression? A little dazed. A little warm.

> "Oh no," I whispered to myself.

"It’s working again."

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She stopped in front of me, looked me up and down.

> "...You’re not from here, are you?" she asked.

Her voice was low but firm. Confident.

> "No, I’m just visiting," I replied, smiling calmly.

"You’re... really graceful. I couldn’t help but notice."

Her cheeks turned a little red. Not the usual blush from shyness, but more like she was holding back a smile.

She extended a hand.

> "Rozie. Rozie Fernandes."

> "Aric," I replied, shaking her hand.

As our hands touched, a system notification appeared:

> [Rozie Fernandes: Affection Triggered – Instant Attraction Active]

[Time Remaining: 1:57]

> "I’ve seen many men here. You’re the only one who stood out tonight," she said.

Was she flirting with me...? No.

It wasn’t real.

It was the skill doing its job.

But now I had to move fast. One touch wasn’t enough to use Slave Will. I needed something more—deeper contact, emotional connection, or a handshake that meant something.

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> "You know, I’ve never seen a swordmaster in person before," I said.

"That’s... amazing."

> "Oh? You know about Swordmasters?" she asked.

> "Just a little. But I’ve always wanted to learn from one..."

> "Mmm. You’re quite the charmer," she said with a small smirk.

The timer ticked down fast.

1:10... 0:59... 0:40...

> "I know this might sound strange," I said quickly, "but would you mind meeting me tomorrow for a cup of tea? Maybe... you can tell me about swordmasters?"

She tilted her head slightly.

> "You really want to know?"

> "I really do."

0:25... 0:18...

She nodded.

> "Alright. I’ll be at the northern tea house around noon. Come find me."

> "I will."

....My slave will didn’t work on her even though it’s probability was 80% she is strong

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[Unknown Forest – Central Velmora]

Huff... Huff... Huff...

Christopher stood in the middle of a clearing, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. His body was shaking—not from fear, but from exhaustion. His clothes were soaked in blood, some of it his, most of it not. Cuts and bruises ran across his arms and legs, but none were fatal.

> The forest was silent now.

No birds. No wind. Only the stench of death.

Around him... lay the corpses of eight warriors. Not just any warriors—these were the Elites of Velmora, the pride of the kingdom. Each one stronger than the last. And now—nothing but meat on the dirt.

One by one, their names echoed in his mind.

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🗲 Liam Sidon – The Talent of Lightning.

> Son of the famous "Master of Thunder."

Could call lightning from the clouds.

Was said to be unbeatable in open fields.

Now his burnt body lay twisted, his eyes wide in disbelief. His own lightning had struck him, redirected by Christopher’s trap.

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⚡ Averill Hale – The Speed Demon.

> A blur in battle. Could slice throats before anyone blinked.

She was proud, never let anyone touch her in combat.

But her legs were now shattered. Her throat? Slit clean in one swipe.

> "Can’t run if your knees don’t exist," Christopher had whispered before ending her.

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💪 Damon Stroud – Strength of the Heavens.

> A giant of a man. Could crush boulders with bare fists.

Said to have divine strength blessed by the ancient gods.

Now his huge body was split open at the gut. His insides spilled out like rotten fruit. He died roaring, swinging blindly.

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🧙‍♀️ Silas Dorne – Queen of Magic.

> The number one mage of the nation.

Her spell arsenal could destroy cities.

But her mouth was ripped apart, tongue sliced. Couldn’t chant. Couldn’t cast.

Magic means nothing if you can’t speak.

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⚖️ Nadia Wren – Daughter of Juno Wren.

> One of the few nobles who fought for commoners.

Hated by most of the nobility. Loved by the poor.

Now she lay dead, face calm like she accepted it. She had tried to talk before the fight. Begged him to think again.

> "I did think," Christopher had said.

"And I chose this."

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🗡 Tarin Solas – Number One Swordsman of Velmora.

> His sword strikes were said to be art itself.

Pure discipline, flawless technique.

His sword was snapped in half. His body had more than twenty stab wounds. He fought till the end.

> "You were good," Christopher had told him.

"But I didn’t need to be better. Just dirtier."

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🎩 Orin Maddox – Nepotism’s Favorite.

> Weak, pathetic. Only in the Elite because of family name.

Didn’t even fight. Tried to bribe. Tried to beg.

Christopher didn’t even reply. Just snapped his neck like a twig.

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🗡️ The Last One. No Name.

> The first commoner to ever enter the Elites.

A true assassin. Fast. Silent. Deadly.

He had almost killed Christopher. Almost.

But now he was impaled to a tree, blade still in hand.

> "Respect," Christopher had whispered. "But it wasn’t your story."

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And now, only one man stood alive in that blood-soaked forest.

Christopher.

He looked up at the pale, starless sky. His hair was messy, face blood-streaked, but his eyes were calm.

His voice was soft, but carried weight like a hammer.

> "To kill is not evil. It’s merely the final form of choice."

> "Stripped of all pretense, it’s not wrong..."

> "Just honesty."

He raised his hand, stared at the red coating his palm.

> "...honesty of blood."