The Divine Awakening
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**Chapter 2: The Divine Awakening**
Dian's eyes widened as glowing text hovered before him.
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[Status Update]
Name: Dian Skyster
Age: 16
Title: Elemental King (Locked)
Class: Novice Mage (Awakened!)
Elements: Wind Lv1, Fire Lv1, Water Lv1, Earth Lv1, Ice Lv1, Thunder Lv1, Light Lv1
Attributes:
* Strength: 13/100
* Agility: 15/100
* Stamina: 30/100
* Defense: 14/100
* Mana: 23/100
Skills:
Lust Incarnate: Touching a woman causes an irresistible reaction; prolonged contact heightens her arousal.
Elemental Zone: Creates a 100-meter radius zone doubling elemental power and halving incoming elemental damage. (Duration: 40 seconds)
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"Hey," Dian muttered, raising a brow. "Don’t you think I awakened too many elements?"
"Host, the Divine Awakening granted you this exceptional affinity," the system replied proudly. "The average mage awakens one or two. You’ve awakened seven."
"That’s cool and all, but... what's up with this skill—*Lust Incarnate*?" Dian asked, scrolling through the display.
"Host... that skill represents your... innermost desire," the system answered shyly.
He noticed something strange—two small pink blush marks appeared on the edge of the screen.
"What’s with that voice change?" he asked, half amused.
"I-I am a woman too, Host! But... I don’t think I can fulfill those desires…" the system stammered.
Dian stared blankly. "What do you think I am?"
He sighed. "Okay, but what about this 'Elemental King' title? Why’s it locked?"
"You need to reach Mage Stage 2 to handle its power," the system explained, regaining composure. The blush marks disappeared.
"Noted," Dian muttered. *She’s got mood swings,* he added mentally.
He recalled more from the inherited memories: Mage Classes—seven in total, each with three sub-stages.
1. Novice Mage
2. Mage
3. Superior Mage
4. Grand Mage
5. Great Mage
6. Supreme Mage
7. Transcendent Mage
The King of this realm was said to be either a Supreme Mage at the peak or had already broken into Transcendence.
Just then, a foul stench tickled his nose. He looked down—his skin oozed black tar-like sludge from every pore.
*Impurities,* Dian realized.
He stumbled to the bath chamber. Inside, steam curled lazily in the air, and the enormous pool of hot water glistened under candlelight. Expensive white marble reflected the golden light.
As Dian slipped into the bath, the water welcomed him like a lover’s touch.
"Ohh... this feels... amazing," he murmured, his body sinking deeper.
The black residue melted off, disappearing into the water. For a long while, he simply soaked, his mind finally quiet. Then, he stepped out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and made his way to the wardrobe.
He paused.
Soft, flowing energy hummed within him.
*So this is mana,* he thought. *Feels like... life itself.*
He got dressed. The sun now shone high.
Knock, knock.
He turned. At the door stood a woman.
Long, silky white hair. Icy blue eyes. Crimson lips. Smooth skin. Her figure hugged by a blue maid uniform. A beauty carved from starlight.
"Beautiful," Dian accidentally said aloud.
Suzine froze. Her face flushed bright pink. "Y-Y-Young Lord!"
"L-Lunch is served. Shall I bring it here?" she stammered.
A smile tugged at Dian’s lips. "No. I’ll come with you."
*Suzine,* he recalled. *Head Maid. Trustworthy. Loyal—at least in the old Dian’s memories.*
She blinked, still dazed. *Did the Young Lord call me beautiful?* She looked up at him again and nearly swooned.
Jet-black hair, crystalline brown eyes, sculpted jaw, glowing skin...
He looked like a god.
*Get a grip, Suzine!* she scolded herself as they walked.
As they passed through the corridors, Dian took it all in.
Rich carpets. Grand pillars. Massive windows. Oil portraits of his ancestors watched silently from their frames.
He stopped in front of a gold-trimmed mirror.
His reflection nearly made him gasp.
"No way... that’s me?"
He touched his face. *Too handsome* was an understatement.
Godly worked.
He caught Suzine sneaking another glance and smirked. Then, he turned and led the way to the dining hall.
The hall was vast. A long table dominated the center, flanked by chairs, the grandest one clearly reserved for the lord.
Dian walked to it and sat down, regal and natural.
Two maids arrived with food. Suzine stood by his side dutifully.
Rich aromas of meat and herbs filled the air.
Dian took a bite. The flavors burst—spicy, sweet, perfectly balanced. But more than taste, he felt something else.
*Mana,* he realized. *Even the food holds energy.*
As he ate, a chime sounded.
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[Ding!]
[Qualified Target Detected]
Name: Suzine Nirom
Age: 23
Stage: Grand Mage
Elements: ???
Skills: ???
[Mission – Conquer Suzine Nirom]
Duration: 14 Days
Penalty: Failing your first mission will result in the permanent removal of a random skill.
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Dian wasn’t surprised.
*So the system issues conquest missions,* he thought. *Of course it does. Just like those novels.*
"System, where’s the reward?" he asked mentally.
"It depends on the method of conquest," she replied. "The better your approach, the greater the reward. Also, intimacy will help raise your power and potentially evolve your class."
Dian looked at Suzine. *Strong, powerful, and still so… adorably shy.*
"Suzine," he said.
She turned. "Y-Yes, Young Lord?"
He patted his lap. "Come sit."
She froze. Her face turned crimson.
After a moment’s hesitation, she sat down gently. Her warmth pressed against him.
Dian’s hands circled her waist. She didn’t move. Her breath caught, but she stayed still.
"Now... feed me."
His voice was low, teasing.
"B-But—" she started.
"You’re not going to feed me?" he asked softly, feigning hurt.
Suzine panicked and quickly picked up the spoon.
She began feeding him, her fingers trembling, cheeks burning. His hands remained at her waist, unmoving—but firm.
Every time their skin touched, she flinched… then relaxed. Slowly, her eyes softened.
By the time the meal ended, neither wanted to move.
Dian leaned closer. His lips brushed her ear.
"You’re sweet, Suzine… and you smell divine."
He gently licked her neck.
Her entire body shivered.
"Y-Y-Young Lord…!"
He smiled. The mission had just begun.
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