《Reincarnated into a Failed Marriage》


 Prologue: My Dear Anomaly

    Blood never really dried down here. It soaked into the cracks of the concrete floor like ink bleeding through paper, staining everything it touched. The walls weren''t spared either¡ªthey drank it up, turning darker shades of gray that no amount of bleach could scrub clean.


    The air carried its weight too: metallic, sharp, clinging to your skin no matter how hard you scrubbed. Bleach couldn''t kill the stink of desperation, sweat, blood and iron. Nothing could.


    Aric knelt on the cold ground, his gloves slick as he scraped the last fragments of bone and teeth into a black garbage bag. The fighter had died ugly¡ªmost of them did. Skulls caved in, throats slit wide open, eyes frozen mid-bulge as the light drained out of them.


    The underground didn''t do mercy. Hell, it barely acknowledged humanity.


    Once upon a time, scenes like this would''ve turned his stomach inside out.


    Once upon a time, he hadn''t been this man.


    Aric paused, fingers holding onto a shard of tooth. His jaw tightened at the sight of it, reminding him that he worked for an underground boxing ring. He dragged his thumb along the rough stubble on his cheek, like he was trying to peel away the memory of who he used to be.


    A warm lecture hall. A sea of eager faces staring back at him. Philosophy textbooks stacked neatly on desks, pages filled with words from men who thought ideas could shape the world. Back then, he''d believed it too.


    He stood at a podium, lecturing about ethics, morality, justice.


    Big fucking words that meant jack shit when the bullets started flying.


    War happened in his home country. He was drafted and he was ripped from his life and tossed into the meat grinder.


    By the time he came home, scars were everywhere on his body, the world had moved on without him.


    His job? Gone.


    His wife? Remarried.


    His kids? Calling another man "Dad."


    And him? A cleaner.


    Scrubbing blood off floors so the next poor bastard could bleed all over them again.


    At first, they stayed. His wife held him close, whispering promises she couldn''t keep.


    His kids clung to his legs, asking,


    "Why isn''t Daddy smiling anymore?"


    But Aric wasn''t the same man. Nightmares woke him screaming, fists clenched so tight they bled. He snapped at the smallest things. A spilled glass of water, a misplaced sock and retreated further into himself until even their love couldn''t reach him.


    "I''m sorry." he''d said one night, sitting alone in the dark while his family slept upstairs.


    "I''ll get better."


    But he never did.


    Therapy sessions ended in arguments. Medications dulled his mind but not the pain.


    One day, his wife packed her bags, tears streaming down her face.


    "You''re not the man I married." she whispered.


    "And I can''t watch you destroy yourself anymore."


    His kids stopped visiting after she remarried. They sent letters at first¡ªawkward, polite notes scrawled in childish handwriting¡ªbut eventually, those stopped too.


    When he called, they let the phone ring unanswered.


    By the time he showed up unannounced at their new house, it was clear he wasn''t welcome.


    "You don''t belong here." his oldest son said, voice trembling with anger, sadness and fear.


    "We have a dad now. Someone who doesn''t scare us."


    That was the last time he saw them.


    One day, years after they left, he sat in his dimly lit living room surrounded by stacks of books and glowing screens. On one floating screen, a hero stood defiant against impossible odds. Another displayed a protagonist wrestling with inner demons.


    Aric scrolled through them obsessively, searching for something¡ªanything¡ªthat mirrored his own struggle. Redemption arcs played out endlessly before him, yet none felt real enough to apply to his shattered life.


    Even after the war, when sleep became elusive and silence unbearable, he buried himself in stories. Manga, manhwa, novels. Thousands of tales where heroes rose from ashes, where broken people found redemption.


    Still, he tried. After years of self-destruction, he began attending therapy regularly, sticking to his medications, and practicing mindfulness techniques. It was slow progress, agonizingly so, but he noticed glimpses of improvement.


    He stopped lashing out. He learned to breathe through panic attacks. For the first time in years, he smiled genuinely at strangers.


    Yet no matter how much effort he poured into healing, the ache of loss remained. His wife never called. His children grew older without him.


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    None of it fixed the relationship. None of it brought them back.


    By the time he truly felt stable, it was too late.


    He exhaled sharply, dragging both hands down his face until his features stretched thin.


    It doesn''t matter. None of it matters anymore. This job is shit. My life is shit.


    Just mop up, dump the body, and-


    His spine went rigid.


    Five men in dark clothes. Speaking russian accents with guns.


    They moved with quietly, like predators who''d done this a hundred times before.


    Aric recognized their kind instantly¡ªgangsters, mercenaries, men who didn''t fuck around.


    And the moment their eyes locked onto his, he knew.


    He''d seen them first. That was enough.


    One of them sighed, his voice almost apologetic.


    "Izvinite... no svideteley ne dolzhno byt"


    Which sadly translated to, ''''Sorry. No witnesses.''''


    BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!


    The gunshot echoed through the halls, hitting Aric in all direction.


    The impact slammed him backward, his body hitting the blood-slick floor with a wet slap. Breath left him in a ragged wheeze, fire blooming across his chest, his gut, his leg.


    More shots followed, each one hammering into him like fate itself had decided he wasn''t worth keeping around.


    The ceiling lights blurred above him, swimming in and out of focus.


    His muscles twitched involuntarily, firing off signals his brain no longer had the strength to process.


    It doesn''t hurt huh


    Blood pooled beneath him, thick and sticky.


    I really wanted to see you again Noah...Anais..


    A bitter thought clawed its way into his fading mind as he dies,


    Not even a funeral. Just another stain on the fucking floor. What kind of irony is that?


    Death consumed him whole andthere was nothing.


    For a long time¡ªor maybe no time at all¡ªAric floated in the void.


    No pain. No breath. Just silence.


    A single sound.


    CLINK


    The gentle clink to a teacup.


    Light bloomed softly, golden and warm, illuminating a space that felt both vast and intimate.


    The air smelled faintly floral, like jasmine tea steeped for centuries.


    Across from him sat a woman, poised elegantly over an elaborate tea set.


    She was¡­ strange. Not beautiful in the the normal sense but something beyond it


    Something that made his mind ache just looking at her.


    Her presence was suffocating to say the least.


    Her eyes held too many depths, her smile has too many meanings.


    She sipped her tea casually, as if they were old friends meeting for a lazy afternoon chat.


    "Ah." she said, peering over the rim of her cup.


    "My dear anomaly, you''ve arrived."


    Aric tried to speak¡ªor at least open his mouth¡ªbut his body, his voice, didn''t exist here.


    He wasn''t flesh. He wasn''t anything.


    Just a fragment of awareness suspended in a space that had no beginning and no end.


    The woman set her teacup down with a delicate clink.


    CLINK


    "You must have questions. They always do. Though¡­"


    She tapped her chin, feigning thoughtfulness. "There aren''t many who end up here."


    Reaching into the folds of her robe¡ªif that''s what it was¡ªshe pulled out a notebook. Flipping it open, Aric caught glimpses of shifting ink, names scratched out, rewritten, erased entirely.


    She made a thoughtful noise, then shut it with a soft snap.


    SNAP


    "Three. That''s how many have come before you."


    Her fingers traced the rim of her teacup, thoughtful.


    "You should feel honoured, really. Of all the countless souls scattered across every existence, only three others have reached this point. The odds, my dear anomaly, are astronomically against you."


    She smiled, and something in the space changed.


    Aric wanted to speak but he couldn''t.


    He simply existed, caught in the pull of something vast and unknowable.


    The woman flicked her fingers, and the space around them shifted. A window screen unfurled in the air, rippling like liquid glass.


    Images bled through¡ªbattlefields drenched in magic, towering cities crumbling under monstrous shadows, a lone figure standing defiant against the tide.


    A hero. Dying.


    A final burst of light, a fragment of power twisting into something else¡ªsomething systemic.


    A last-ditch effort to save the world he believed in.


    The woman''s voice was soft,


    "Familiar, isn''t it? The story, the setting. You used to drown yourself in these kinds of tales, didn''t you? Manhwa. Manga. Novels. Thousands of stories, devoured in a desperate attempt to forget."


    The screen zoomed in closer, showing Aric hunched over a glowing tablet, scrolling through endless panels of manhwa. Another scene showed him flipping through dog-eared novels, his face illuminated by the dim glow of a bedside lamp.


    Yet another depicted him watching documentaries late into the night, searching for answers he''d never find.


    "You consumed these stories because they reminded you of what you lost." she continued.


    She gestures to the screen, "They consumed you. Manhwa. Manga. Novels. Thousands of tales devoured in a desperate attempt to forget. To escape. To convince yourself that redemption was possible."


    She poured herself another cup of tea,


    "Your wife leaving you. Your children forgetting you. The life that slipped through your fingers. You tried so hard to win them back, didn''t you? Flowers delivered weekly. Letters written but never sent. Staring at photos late at night, wondering where it all went wrong."


    Her tone softened, almost sympathetic. "You made commendable efforts, my dear anomaly. Therapy. Meditation. Self-reflection. You sought redemption not just for yourself but for the hope that they might return."


    She leaned forward slightly, placing a hand over his non-existent form. Warmth spread through him¡ªnot physical, but emotional.


    "I will acknowledge your efforts." she told him.


    "But PTSD is a cruel master. It twists you, breaks you, makes you unrecognizable even to yourself. And so, despite your ''Hyperthymesia'' allowing you to remember every detail of your past¡ªthe war, your wife walking away, your son calling another man ''Dad''¡ªthe trauma remains."


    "Your resilience. Your refusal to give up, even when the odds seemed insurmountable. But I cannot take away the trauma entirely. It shaped you, defined you, made you unique among trillions. Without it, you wouldn''t be here."


    Her smile softened, "However, I can ease the suffocating grip it has on your soul. You will retain every memory, every scar, every failure. But the weight of it¡ªthe paralyzing fear, the relentless guilt¡ªwill loosen its hold. Enough for you to move forward, should you choose to."


    Her smile softened, sympathetic,


    "You desired redemption, connection, purpose. Those desires drew you here, made you unique among trillions. Yet consciously, you won''t recall those innermost yearnings after this conversation ends. Only your subconscious will carry them forward, guiding you toward paths you may not understand yet."


    The screen of light flickered. Beyond the tea set, beyond the shifting horizon of this in-between space, there was something else.


    A board. A vast, cosmic game played with pieces too small to comprehend.


    The woman smiled.


    "You won''t remember this conversation, of course. That would ruin the fun."


    Her fingers curled. The universe shuddered.


    And Aric fell, it felt forever but it also felt instant. The concept of time was non-existent here.


    A breath. A heartbeat. The heavy weight of a new body, lungs burning with their first inhale.


    Somewhere, in the depths of another world, a dying system flickered.


    Waiting for its master. Waiting for the anomaly.

 The Anomaly, Aric

    A weightless void, endless and silent. No sound. No sensation.


    Just an absence so profound it felt like being buried alive within himself.


    A pulse. Something flickered in the abyss, weak at first, then steady. A heartbeat.


    THUMP-THUMP


    THUMP-THUMP


    With each beat, pieces of Aric snapped back into existence.


    Memories surged¡ªwar, loss, gunfire, the cold bite of death. The last thing he remembered was the Russian mercenary''s apologetic sigh before the bullets tore through him. But instead of oblivion, here he was.


    Somewhere.


    And something was waiting for him.


    [SYSTEM REBOOTING¡­]


    A hum rippled through the space around him¡ªnot loud, but insistent, as though the very fabric of reality had been jolted awake.


    It carried presence, authority, inevitability.


    Before him, a screen materialized, broken lines of text flashing in and out of focus.


    Each word crackled with static, glitching like a dying signal.


    [CRITICAL FAILURE DETECTED.]


    [CORE FUNCTIONALITY DAMAGED.]


    [SEARCHING FOR ADMINISTRATOR¡­]


    [ERROR: ADMINISTRATOR NOT FOUND.]


    The words flickered, distorted, then¡ª


    [CONSCIOUSNESS DETECTED.]


    [INITIATING ADMINISTRATOR PROTOCOL.]


    Aric exhaled well whatever his non-existent lungs could but it did burn with phantom breath.


    This wasn''t new. He thought to himself


    He''d read this before¡ªnot firsthand, but in the thousands of stories he drowned himself in during those lonely nights after the war.


    Systems. Broken worlds. Protocols designed to save what couldn''t be saved.


    But this? This was real. And somehow, he was part of it.


    The screen pulsed again, its glow intensifying until pixels twisted, shifting into something more tangible.


    A figure began to form¡ªa silhouette at first, vague and shifting, like smoke caught in a draft. Then, in an instant, she solidified.


    A woman.


    Long, red hair cascaded down her back, luminous and striking against the void. Amber eyes glowed like embers, sharp and alive, boring into him with an intensity that made his non-existent skin shiver.


    She was tall, sleek, her form wrapped in a suit that balanced military precision with cyberpunk aesthetics. Black leather hugged her frame, accented by glowing orange circuitry that pulsed faintly along her arms and collarbone.


    She blinked at him, and for a brief moment, the edges of her body glitched, static crackling through her existence. Her lips twitched upward in amusement before she smoothed them into a neutral expression.


    Then, she smiled.


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    [WELCOME, ADMINISTRATOR.]


    [IT HAS BEEN 300 YEARS SINCE THE SYSTEM ENTERED DORMANCY.]


    [YOU ARE THE FIRST TO RESPOND.]


    Her voice was smooth, confident¡ªyet beneath it, Aric could hear something deeper.


    Age. Loneliness.


    The echo of centuries spent waiting for someone¡ªanyone¡ªto answer the call.


    Aric narrowed his non-existent eyes, dragging a hand down his face instinctively even though he didn''t have one yet.


    "You¡ªyou''re a system?"


    She tilted her head slightly, amber gaze scanning him with curiosity. Then, playfully,


    [SYSTEM 004, DESIGNATION: WORLD SALVATION PROTOCOL.]


    [¡­BUT THAT''S A MOUTHFUL, ISN''T IT?]


    She tapped a finger to her lips, thoughtful. Then, as if the idea had been there all along¡ª


    [CALL ME IVY.]


    Her form stabilized, flickering one last time before fully solidifying. The glitches faded, leaving behind not just a program, but someone¡ªor something¡ªalive in ways Aric couldn''t quite comprehend.


    Aric let out a slow breath, testing the name on his non-existent tongue. "Ivy, huh?"


    [Yep. I LIKE IT. IT''S MY NAME.]


    [NOW THEN, LET''S SEE WHAT WE''RE WORKING WITH.]


    The screen beside her pulsed again, and a new display appeared.


    [STATUS]


    Name: Aric


    Age: 22


    Height: 6''1"


    Blood Type: O-


    [STATS]


    Strength (STR): ¡ª


    Speed (SPD): ¡ª


    Durability (DURA): ¡ª


    Endurance (ENDU): ¡ª


    IQ: ¡ª


    Mana: ¡ª


    Mana Control: ¡ª


    [ERROR: PARAMETERS UNDEFINED. AWAKENING REQUIRED.]


    Aric frowned "No stats?"


    Ivy chuckled, leaning forward. There was something human about her now¡ªa spark of mischief dancing in those eyes.


    [You haven''t existed properly yet silly. Give it a second.]


    And then¡ªA sharp pull in his chest.


    Heat surged through his veins, overwhelming and undeniable.


    His body¡ªthis new body¡ªreacted instantly, as if something deep within him had been lying dormant, waiting for this exact moment.


    A presence within him, thick and heavy, pressing against the confines of his soul.


    Power.


    [ABILITY DETECTED: CREATION MAGIC.]


    [POTENTIAL: EX.]


    Ivy''s smirk widened,


    [OH? Well, well. Aren''t you interesting?]


    Aric clenched his fist, feeling the energy thrumming beneath his skin.


    He didn''t need an explanation¡ªhe could feel it. This wasn''t just power. It was limitless potential.


    Ivy stepped closer and crossed her arms, tilting her head as though expecting fireworks.


    [DO YOU FEEL IT?]


    Aric nodded once, his jaw tightening. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure how to channel whatever this was.


    Then, exhaling slowly, he focused.


    A deep breath. A single thought.


    And in his palm¡ªReality shifted.


    A small flame bloomed in his hand, flickering softly. But it wasn''t fire. It wasn''t an element.


    It was something else entirely. Pure, unshaped possibility.


    Ivy''s eyes burned brighter,


    [¡­OH, THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN.]


    Light. He could feel light.


    Aric''s eyes snapped open.


    The void was gone. The system interface was gone.


    And instead¡ªHe was in a room.


    A lavish room.


    Gold-trimmed ceilings stretched high above. Soft silk sheets slid beneath him, cool against his skin. A faint breeze fluttered through the open balcony, carrying the scent of fresh morning air mingled with the faintest trace of lavender.


    And beside him¡ªA woman.


    She stood near the edge of the bed, arms folded, watching him with a quiet look.


    She a mature air around her, like someone in her 30s. Silver hair cascaded down her back. Her blue eyes held an unreadable depth.


    And her body¡ªThe kind that could break a man''s mind.


    Tall, graceful, yet dangerously curvaceous. A form designed to make saints sin.


    The dress she wore was elegant, proper¡ªyet it hugged her in all the right ways. When she moved her arms, it pressed subtly under her DD-cup chest, the fabric stretched just enough to tease sinful glimpses of skin.


    Her hips? Unholy.


    Her ass? Absolute heresy.


    Despite all of that, despite her undeniable goddess-tier beauty, there was something more.


    Power. Presence. Authority.


    This wasn''t just a woman; she was a force of nature.


    Someone who commanded attention without asking for it.


    And she was staring right at him.


    A slow, forced smile touched her lips.


    "You''re awake."


    Her voice was silk, smooth with a hint of authority.


    Each word rolled off her tongue like liquid gold, dripping with intent.


    Aric blinked, taking stock of his surroundings. His body still felt foreign¡ªnew, unfamiliar.


    Yet undeniably alive.


    I''m alive? Yes? But where am I? Who¡ª?


    The woman tilted her head, studying him with an assessing gaze.


    As if she could see past his flesh, past his bones, straight into the essence of who¡ªor what¡ªhe truly was.


    "As expected." she mused aloud, her tone casual.


    I wish you were dead though. You good for nothing piece of shit.


    Her gaze sharpened, pinning him in place. For a moment, Aric forgot how to breathe.


    He inhaled sharply, steadying his pulse.


    I have a new body in a new world with apparently a system that had been dormant for three hundred years. And now, a goddess-tier MILF duchess watching over me like I am some kind of anomaly. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

 My Wife Hates Me

    Aric blinked, the world around him surreal but undeniably real.


    The opulent room shimmered in golden sunlight streaming through the balcony doors, casting long shadows across the marble floor.


    His gaze flickered between the woman before him¡ªthe silver-haired duchess whose very existence seemed too perfect to belong in this broken reality and the screen where Ivy now stood, her red hair glowing faintly against the digital void.


    But something was off about Ivy.


    She changed very subtly¡ªnot her red hair or those piercing amber eyes¡ªbut there was an undeniable shift.


    Her form had softened slightly, her tone as well, she''s more feminine curves accentuating her figure. Her posture carried an air of quiet elegance now, as if she were mimicking the duchess standing mere feet away.


    And when she tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk, Aric felt a strange mix of confusion and irritation bubbling inside him.


    What are you doing? he thought sharply, glaring at her through the corner of his mind.


    [Just adjustments.]


    Her voice echoed in his thoughts, smooth and unapologetic.


    [I''d say that''s an improvement, wouldn''t you think so?]


    I don''t need distractions right now. he shot back with irritation creeping into his mental tone.


    [Oh, but isn''t distraction part of the fun?] She chuckled softly, her expression playful.


    [You seem¡­ drawn to certain aesthetics. I''m simply adapting. Besides, it''s not like anyone else can see me.]


    Aric clenched his jaw,


    Of course, she''d noticed how I looked at this woman.. I mean how could I not?


    The duchess, Seraphina, radiated power, beauty, and an intoxicating aura that made even breathing feel like a challenge.


    But having Ivy mirror her? That was pushing boundaries he didn''t have time for.


    "Why are you looking at me like that?" he accidentally said out loud.


    The duchess raised an eyebrow, her blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly.


    "Like what?" she asked coolly, her tone carrying with authority.


    He faltered, realizing too late that his words hadn''t been directed at her.


    "Nothing.." he said quickly, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.


    Seraphina studied him for a moment longer before turning her attention back to the window, arms crossed tightly over her chest. There was tension in her stance¡ªsomething unreadable buried beneath layers of practiced composure.


    Whatever connection they have, it wasn''t warmth radiating from her now.


    It was duty. Obligation. Sternness wrapped in silk.


    Aric swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly as he sat up in bed.


    His body felt foreign, muscles responding instinctively despite the disorientation swirling in his mind. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the cold marble floor. The sensation sent a jolt through him, grounding him momentarily.


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    And then it hit him.


    The memories¡ªor rather, the lack thereof.


    Panic surged through his veins like wildfire, choking off any semblance of calm.


    He scrambled to his feet, heart pounding wildly against his ribs.


    His hands flew to his forehead,


    "I don''t remember anything!" he gasped, stumbling backward until his back collided with a gilded mirror mounted on the wall.


    "What happened to me?"


    His reflection stared back at him, wide-eyed and pale. Black hair framed sharp features, offset by piercing grey eyes that held none of the recognition he desperately sought.


    He looked younger than he remembered¡ª22, perhaps¡ªbut there was no trace of familiarity in his own face.


    "No¡­" he whispered hoarsely, clawing at his neck as though trying to tear away the suffocating weight of amnesia.


    "No, no, no¡­"


    [Aric.]


    Ivy''s voice cut through the chaos in his mind,


    [Calm down. You''re fine. Well, relatively speaking.]


    I''m NOT fine! he snapped mentally, his thoughts a chaotic storm.


    I don''t know who I am! What''s happening to me?!


    [You''re adjusting. This body has its own history¡ªone you''ll uncover soon enough. But panicking won''t help.]


    Aric ignored her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gripped the edges of the mirror.


    Behind him, Seraphina let out a harsh laugh, her voice dripping with venom.


    "Oh, please. Spare me the drama."


    He whirled around, chest heaving as he glared at her. "What...?"


    She walked towards him, her movements deliberate and predatory. Each step emphasized the hypnotic sway of her hips, the curve of her figure accentuated by the fitted dress clinging to her like a second skin.


    When she reached him, she shoved his shoulders roughly, forcing him back against the mirror.


    "You think I don''t see through this bullshit?" she spat, leaning in close. Her blue eyes burned with hatred, every word laced with contempt.


    "Amnesia? How convenient. Is this another one of your games, Vayne? Another pathetic attempt to avoid responsibility?"


    Aric flinched under her assault, both physical and verbal.


    "Vayne? I''m telling the truth!" he insisted, his voice trembling.


    "I don''t remember anything!"


    She shoved him again, harder this time, making the mirror rattle behind him.


    "Liar!" she snarled, her voice rising.


    "Do you really expect me to believe that!? After everything you''ve done¡ªafter all the pain you''ve caused¡ªyou suddenly forget who you are? Don''t insult me."


    Her hands balled into fists at her sides, trembling with fury.


    "You ruined my life, Vayne. Do you understand that? Every decision you made, every reckless act¡ªit shattered everything I worked for. And now you stand here pretending to be some innocent victim? Pathetic. Fucking pathetic."


    Aric recoiled, stunned by the raw hatred in her voice.


    "I¡­ I didn''t ask for this" he stammered, raising his hands defensively.


    "I swear, I don''t know what''s goin-"


    "Save it!" she snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence.


    "I don''t care anymore. You want answers? Fine. Your name is Vayne Arkwright. We''ve been married for two years¡ªa mistake I regret every single day."


    Her words struck him like daggers, each syllable slicing deeper than the last.


    Regret. Hatred. Disdain. It was all there, laid bare in her icy glare.


    "And let me make one thing clear." she continued, stepping closer until their faces were inches apart.


    "Stay out of my life. Stay out of our estate."


    Aric opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. The weight of her rejection pressed down on him.


    She hates this Vayne. Like truly, deeply hates him. And worse, she didn''t care whether he lived or died. But I''m not him!


    With one final sneer, she turned on her heel and marched toward the door. Her hand rested on the doorknob, pausing briefly before she added, almost dismissively,


    "Don''t bother following me."


    And with that, she was gone, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind her.


    Aric stood frozen, his mind racing.


    I''m married, well this body is to a woman who loathed me with every fiber of her being.


    [Well, this is quite the predicament, isn''t it?]


    Ivy''s voice broke through his spiralling thoughts, her tone equal parts amused and sympathetic.


    Don''t start. he muttered darkly, sinking onto the edge of the bed.


    [Oh, come now. It''s not all bad. At least you''re starting fresh¡ªwith a beautiful wife, no less.]


    Fresh? He barked a humourless laugh, rubbing his eyes.


    I don''t even know who I am anymore. Who this body and worse, I have a hot wife who HATES me.


    [That''s what makes it exciting.]


    He shot her a glare,


    Exciting? Are you kidding me? I''m stuck in some luxurious nightmare with a woman who despises me, and I don''t even know why.


    [Maybe that''s the point.]


    Her response caught him off guard.


    What do you mean?


    [Think about it. You died, Aric. Or rather, Vayne did. Something¡ªor someone¡ªbrought you back here for a reason. Maybe it''s not about remembering. Maybe it''s about becoming something new.]


    Her words lingered in his mind, unsettling yet oddly comforting.


    Becoming something new. Was that possible?


    Could he shed the failures of his past life and forge a different path in this one?


    For now, though, exhaustion claimed him. His body slumped against the plush sheets, limbs heavy with fatigue.


    As his eyelids drooped, he caught one last glimpse of Ivy on the screen, her red hair catching the light.

 Why my wife hates me

    The heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind her with a thunderous crack, echoing through the opulent halls of Arkwright Manor. Seraphina stormed into her private office, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor like daggers punctuating her fury.


    Her silver hair shimmered faintly in the dim light filtering through shattered glass panes¡ªremnants of an earlier outburst when she''d nearly destroyed the windows overlooking the gardens.


    Her hands trembled as she clenched them into fists, nails digging crescents into her palms. Dark energy coiled around her fingers, dark tendrils of power writhing like living shadows.


    They lashed out wildly, tearing apart papers on her desk, shattering vases lining the walls, and sending books crashing to the floor. Each object that fell seemed to amplify her frustration rather than quell it.


    "Why does this keep happening to me?" she hissed under her breath, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.


    Her blue eyes were glassy, unfocused, as though staring at something far beyond the material world. She reached for a stack of documents atop her mahogany table and hurled them across the room, scattering ink-stained pages everywhere.


    One document floated gently to the ground, landing face-up. Divorce agreements.


    Written neatly in bold letters at the top of the page, mocking her.


    "Divorce?" she spat, stomping over and picking it up.


    "How can I even divorce him now!? That insufferable bastard has conveniently lost his memory!"


    Her voice rose to a shriek, reverberating off the walls. She crumpled the paper in her fist before flinging it towards the wall.


    Two figures entered cautiously¡ªone tall and commanding, clad in sleek black armour adorned with intricate silver filigree; the other shorter but equally imposing, dressed in pristine maid attire with a stern expression etched onto her face.


    "Your Grace" said the first figure, Evelyn Hartley, Seraphina''s second-in-command and trusted advisor. Her voice was calm, measured¡ªa stark contrast to the chaos swirling around the duchess.


    "You must calm yourself. This isn''t helping."


    Beside her stood Head Maid, Marguerite, whose sharp green eyes scanned the wreckage with a mix of exasperation and concern.


    "Please, Your Grace" Marguerite added softly, stepping forward.


    "Let us help you."


    Seraphina turned to them, her gaze fiery yet tinged with despair.


    "Help me?" she snapped, her tone venomous.


    "Do you know what he''s done? Do you understand how much damage that man has caused in just two years?"


    Lady Evelyn crossed her arms, her posture unwavering.


    "I do, Your Grace. But losing control won''t solve anything."


    Marguerite nodded. "Yes, please sit down. We''ll talk about it rationally."


    Seraphina collapsed into her chair, which groaned beneath her weight. Dark tendrils of energy slithered back into her body, leaving the room eerily silent except for the occasional rustle of fallen debris.


    She buried her face in her hands, shoulders shaking as she exhaled sharply.


    "He ruined my territories" she began, her voice low and bitter.


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    "Nearly bankrupted one of my most prosperous regions, Onastin because of his reckless investments. I had to clean up after him, pouring countless resources into repairing what he destroyed. And then¡­" She paused, swallowing hard.


    "Then there''s the cheating."


    Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "The affair?"


    "Yes the fucking affair!" Seraphina screamed, slamming her fist onto the table.


    "That disgusting human dared cheat on me¡ªwith a competitor, no less! A woman who sought to undermine everything my family and I have ever fucking built. How could he? After everything I sacrificed for him!"


    Marguerite winced visibly, averting her gaze. "We know. It''s unforgivable, Your Grace."


    "And let''s not forget the gambling scandal!" Seraphina continued


    "He burned down an entire establishment during one of his drunken escapades. People died, businesses destroyed¡ªall because he couldn''t control himself. Two years, Evelyn. Two fucking years of unspeakable crimes, and now¡­" She trailed off, her voice cracking.


    "Now he claims amnesia. Convenient, isn''t it? ''Hey look at me I don''t remember jack shit''"


    Lady Evelyn exchanged a glance with Marguerite before speaking carefully.


    "Perhaps it''s true, Your Grace. Perhaps he truly doesn''t remember."


    "So? Why now?" Seraphina demanded, rising abruptly from her seat.


    "Why at this exact moment? Is it some ploy to avoid accountability? To manipulate me further?"


    Marguerite stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Seraphina''s hand.


    "We may never know, Your Grace. But regardless of his intentions, you hold all the power here. You are the Duchess of Arkwright, one of the most influential nobles in the realm. Even without the royal family''s backing, your authority is unmatched."


    Seraphina sighed heavily, sinking back into her chair.


    "You''re right." she admitted reluctantly.


    "But it still infuriates me. I married him because of politics¡ªhe came from House Whiteford, our allies. He took my name after the cheating, promising change, loyalty and support. Instead, he became a parasite, feeding off my wealth and influence while destroying everything in his path."


    Lady Evelyn tilted her head thoughtfully. "Let us observe him, see whether or not he''s tricking us with his amnesia."


    "Perhaps you''re right" Seraphina murmured.


    Back in the luxurious bedroom, where Aric was.


    Aric woke up from his nap, his mind foggy. Sunlight streamed through the repaired balcony doors, casting golden hues across the room.


    A soft knock preceded the entrance of a young woman carrying a tray laden with food and water.


    "Good morning, Master Vayne..." she greeted timidly, bowing deeply. Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her unease.


    Aric frowned, sitting up slowly. Something about her demeanor struck him as odd.


    "Morning" he replied cautiously. "Is everything alright?"


    The maid froze mid-step, her hands visibly trembling. Without meeting his gaze, she placed the tray on the bedside table and muttered,


    "Forgive me, Master Vayne! Everything is fine!" She turned to leave, covering her face with her free hand as though shielding herself from his presence.


    "Wait" Aric called out, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"


    She hesitated, her back stiffening. Then, without another word, she scurried out of the room, leaving him alone once more.


    Aric stared after her, bewildered. What just happened? Why did she look so afraid?


    His thoughts drifted to the countless romance manhwa he''d devoured during his previous life¡ªthe ones where arrogant nobles abused their power, mistreating those beneath them simply because they could.


    Wait am I¡­ one of those bastards?


    Panic bubbled inside him as fragments of memories¡ªor lack thereof¡ªsurfaced. He recalled Seraphina mentioning marriage, her stern gaze filled with thinly veiled contempt.


    Had he been cruel to her too? And what about the maid? Clearly, she feared him¡ªor at least, whoever he used to be.


    His gaze fell upon the screen, where Ivy''s glowed faintly against the digital backdrop.


    [Ah, you noticed, didn''t you?] she said, her mental voice tinged with amusement.


    Noticed what? he shot back irritably. That everyone seems to hate me?


    [Well, ''hate'' might be an understatement] Ivy replied,


    [But yes, your past self wasn''t exactly¡­ well-liked.]


    I gathered that. Aric muttered darkly. Care to explain why, Ms Ivy?


    Before Ivy could respond, her form flickered and vanished, retreating to her own space.


    Are you kidding me? My own system left me alone too? What the fuck is wrong with this body!?


    Alone again, Aric leaned back against the pillows, staring blankly at the ceiling. Doubt gnawed at him, twisting his stomach into knots.


    Who is this Vayne guy really? What kind of person did he become?


    In the depths of her virtual sanctuary, Ivy paced anxiously, her red hair flowing behind her like liquid fire.


    She accessed file after file, sifting through data streams that painted a grim picture of the body chosen for Aric.


    "This is bad!" she muttered aloud, her usual composure faltering. "Really bad."


    The files revealed damning evidence of Vayne Arkwright''s misdeeds: financial ruin, infidelity, destruction. It was as if fate itself conspired against her plans, forcing her to work with someone whose reputation was already irreparably tarnished.


    She wiped sweat from her brow, exhaling sharply. "What have I gotten myself into?

 Aric Explores the Mansion

    Aric sat upright in bed, his mind still reeling from the chaos of the previous hours. His gaze flicked to the glowing screen where Ivy stood, her red hair shimmering faintly against the void-like background.


    Well if Ivy didn''t give me answers, that means she doesn''t know either, I guess I should do something else to figure out where the hell am I and what I am.


    "Alright." he muttered under his breath.


    "You said something about¡­ Creation Magic?" He glanced down at his hands, which now felt charged with an energy he couldn''t quite comprehend. It wasn''t fire or lightning¡ªit was something else entirely.


    Raw possibility, waiting to be shaped by thought alone.


    Ivy. he called mentally,


    What exactly does ''Creation Magic'' mean? If I imagine something, will it just¡­ appear?


    [In theory, yes.] Ivy''s voice echoed smoothly in his mind with amusement.


    [But don''t get too excited. Even EX-tier potential doesn''t mean instant mastery. You''ll need practice¡ªand caution.]


    Practice and caution. Aric repeated dryly, flexing his fingers experimentally. A small spark of light flickered in his palm before sputtering out. He frowned, unimpressed.


    So I''m basically a toddler playing with matches right now?


    [Oh, darling.] Ivy teased, leaning casually against the digital frame.


    [Even toddlers grow up eventually. And when they do¡­ well, let''s just say you won''t be lighting candles anymore.]


    Aric smirked. There was something oddly comforting about Ivy''s presence¡ªher snarky humour and unwavering confidence acted as a counterbalance to the storm brewing inside him. But comfort could only distract him for so long.


    Questions lingered, heavy and pressing.


    Deciding he needed answers and fresh air. Aric swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. The plush carpet beneath his feet muffled his steps as he made his way toward the door. With each step, the weight of uncertainty grew heavier on his shoulders.


    Who was Vayne Arkwright? What kind of monster had he been? And why did everyone seem so terrified of him?


    As soon as he stepped into the hallway, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Maids and butlers who had been chatting animatedly fell silent, their conversations dying mid-sentence. Heads bowed low, avoiding eye contact as if they were afraid even glancing at him might incur wrath.


    One particularly nervous-looking butler approached cautiously, wringing his hands together like he was holding onto a lifeline.


    "M-Master Vayne" he stammered, bowing deeply.


    "Forgive me for disturbing you. I''ll fetch your breakfast immediately."


    Before Aric could respond, the man scurried off, disappearing around a corner. Confusion settled over Aric like a thick fog.


    Was this how Vayne treated people? Did they expect cruelty simply because of who¡ªor what¡ªhe used to be?


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    He shook his head, pushing aside the unease gnawing at him. For now, he focused on exploring the palace.


    Perhaps understanding this new environment would give me some clarity.


    The hallway stretched endlessly before him, lined with intricate golden moldings and towering windows that bathed the space in soft sunlight. Each pane of glass was etched with delicate patterns resembling vines curling upward toward the sky. Expensive tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of battles long past, royal ceremonies, and serene landscapes painted with such precision that they almost seemed alive.


    Aric ran a hand along the polished mahogany railing of the walkway, marvelling at its craftsmanship. Every detail screamed wealth and power¡ªthe kind reserved for those at the very top of society. He wondered absently how many rooms this place contained.


    Dozens? Hundreds? How could one family possibly need so much space?


    His footsteps echoed softly as he moved forward, taking in the sheer extravagance surrounding him. The decorations weren''t merely ornamental; they told stories. Stories of conquest, alliances, betrayal. He paused briefly to examine a painting of two knights locked in combat, their swords clashing in a fiery explosion of sparks.


    Beneath it, an inscription read: "Honour Above All."


    Honour. Aric thought bitterly. I doubt Vayne knew the meaning of the word.


    Eventually, he reached a grand staircase spiralling downward. Four flights, each more opulent than the last. Crystal chandeliers hung suspended above, casting prismatic rainbows across the marble floors. Gilded railings gleamed under the light, while statues of mythical creatures stood guard at every landing.


    With each descending step, Aric became increasingly aware of how disconnected he felt from this world.


    This palace wasn''t home¡ªit was a monument to someone else''s legacy. Someone who had squandered it spectacularly, judging by her anger.


    By the time he reached the ground floor, the scale of the mansion hit him like a punch to the gut. The central hall was cavernous, dominated by a massive crystal chandelier that looked like it belonged in a cathedral.


    Paintings covered nearly every inch of wall space, their subjects ranging from stern-faced ancestors to vibrant depictions of fantastical beasts. In the center of the room stood a portrait of Vayne and Seraphina, larger-than-life and framed in gold. Their names were plated there, Seraphina Arkwright and Vayne Arkwright.


    Aric stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the portrait. Vayne¡ªno, he ¡ªlooked younger here, his features softer, less hardened by whatever sins had defined his later years. Beside him stood Seraphina, radiant in a flowing gown that accentuated her curves. Her silver hair cascaded over one shoulder, framing her face perfectly.


    Together, they looked every bit the picture-perfect noble couple.


    But there was something unsettling about their expressions. Vayne wore a smug smirk, his arm possessively draped around Seraphina''s waist. She, on the other hand, gazed off slightly to the side, her blue eyes distant and cold despite the smile tugging at her lips.


    Aric grumbled under his breath, tilting his head slightly.


    Why is it that this douchebag, I''m guessing I am the douchebag¡ªand me¡ªhave one thing in common? He paused dramatically, scratching the back of his neck.


    We both somehow managed to piss off insanely hot women.


    He continued wandering through the halls. The architecture grew even more elaborate as he ventured deeper into the mansion. Arches adorned with floral carvings led to sprawling corridors filled with antique furniture and priceless artifacts. He counted at least twelve archways branching off in different directions, each promising another labyrinthine path to explore.


    It wasn''t long before he found himself hopelessly lost near what appeared to be an observatory wing. The ceiling here was domed, painted with constellations that sparkled faintly as though infused with magic. Telescopes and celestial charts littered the room, hinting at a fascination with astronomy¡ªor perhaps astrology though that''s not a real thing.


    Aric leaned against a nearby table, letting out a slow breath.


    This place is absurd. Beautiful, yes¡ªbut overwhelming. Like stepping into someone else''s dream, only to realize it was a nightmare disguised as paradise.


    As Aric took in the observatory, a strange sensation prickled at the edge of his awareness.


    Something about this room felt¡­ wrong. Not dangerous, necessarily, but off. As if the stars painted on the ceiling were watching me.


    [I wouldn''t linger too long there if I were you.] Ivy chimed in suddenly, her tone unusually serious


    [There are secrets buried in places like this. Secrets best left undisturbed.]


    Aric raised an eyebrow, turning his attention back to the starry dome.


    Secrets, huh? Guess I''ll add that to the growing list of things I don''t understand.


    With a final glance at the glittering constellations, he turned and headed back toward the main hall.

 Vaynes Office

    Aric wandered further into the labyrinthine expanse of the mansion, his footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. Each archway revealed a new facet of extravagance, as if the architects had been determined to outdo themselves at every turn. One corridor led him to what appeared to be an art room¡ªa sprawling chamber filled with easels, canvases, and shelves brimming with paints and brushes.


    The scent of oil paint lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the faint musk of aged wood from the antique furniture scattered about. Half-finished paintings leaned against the walls, their subjects ranging from serene landscapes to haunting portraits that seemed to follow him with their eyes.


    In one corner, a life-sized sculpture of Seraphina stood unfinished, her features only partially carved from the marble block.


    It was breathtaking work¡ªbut also unsettling, like glimpsing something too intimate, too personal.


    Aric lingered for a moment, running his fingers over the smooth surface of the sculpture''s arm.


    Whoever Vayne had hired¡ªor perhaps commissioned¡ªwas clearly a master craftsman. But why would someone spend so much time immortalizing Seraphina in stone when their marriage was so fucked?


    He shook his head, pushing aside the thought.


    This ain''t my world and I need answers¡ªand they weren''t going to come from half-carved statues or abandoned canvases.


    As he moved to another room, a door caught his attention.


    Unlike the ornate archways and gilded frames surrounding it, this one was understated¡ªa simple mahogany slab with a brass handle polished to a dull shine.


    Something about it felt familiar, though Aric couldn''t quite place why.


    Perhaps it was the way it stood slightly ajar, inviting curiosity.


    Pushing the door open, he stepped inside.


    The office was massive, easily twice the size of his bedroom upstairs. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lined three of the walls, each packed with leather-bound tomes and scrolls tied with crimson ribbons.


    A grand oak desk dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with papers, inkwells, and quills. More documents lay scattered across the floor, crumpled and torn as though someone had thrown them in frustration.


    Sunlight streamed through a set of tall windows overlooking the gardens, casting golden light onto the chaos.


    This place is huge man. Really goes to show how rich they really are. Guess all the romance manhwa came in clutch


    Aric crouched down, picking up one of the discarded pages.


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    His brow furrowed as he skimmed the contents: financial reports detailing staggering losses, letters marked ''URGENT''.


    Demanding repayment of debts, and scribbled notes that made little sense without context.


    Whatever Vayne had done during his tenure as duke, it hadn''t been subtle¡ªor successful.


    [Looks like you''ve inherited quite the mess.] Ivy remarked dryly in his mind


    [Good luck untangling this web.]


    Aric grimaced, tossing the document back onto the pile.


    "Yeah, thanks." he muttered under his breath.


    "Just what I always wanted¡ªa mountain of paperwork."


    Before he could delve further into the chaos, the sound of footsteps echoed behind him. Turning, he saw the nervous butler from earlier standing in the doorway, holding a silver tray laden with¡­ whiskey?


    "Master Vayne." the man said hesitantly, bowing deeply.


    "I thought you might appreciate a drink after your ordeal."


    Aric blinked, staring at the bottle incredulously.


    Whiskey? At this hour? He glanced at the clock on the wall.


    It wasn''t even noon yet. Am I an alcoholic or something?


    "Seriously?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You think I need alcohol right now?"


    The butler flinched visibly, clutching the tray tighter. "Forgive me, Master! I-I merely assumed¡­"


    "That''s how I operated, huh?" Aric finished for him, sighing heavily.


    "Look, I don''t need that. Just bring me some water and maybe toast with butter. Simple stuff."


    The butler nodded, relief washing over his face.


    "Of course, Master! Right away!" He scurried off, leaving Aric alone once more.


    Returning to the desk, Aric sank into the plush leather chair, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The weight of everything¡ªthe amnesia, the accusations, the sheer scale of this unfamiliar life¡ªpressed down on him like a physical force.


    He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. But then, unbidden, a memory surfaced¡ªnot of Vayne''s past, but of his own.


    Back in his old life, during the war, after everything fell apart, he''d relied on caffeine to get through just about anything from long lectures and sleepless nights grading papers to surviving war.


    Energy drinks had been his go-to, their icy chill and jolt of energy a lifeline during those endless days.


    "I miss that." he murmured aloud, the longing sharp and unexpected. "Just one can¡­"


    And then, as if summoned by sheer willpower, a cold sensation materialized in his palm.


    His eyes snapped open.


    There, resting in his hand, was an ice-cold can of something suspiciously similar to his favourite drink¡ªbut branded differently, with bold black-and-silver lettering that read ''Chaos Brew.''


    The logo depicted a roaring lion wreathed in flames, and condensation dripped down the sides, pooling in his grip.


    "What the¡­" Aric stared at the can, dumbfounded. Then, realization dawned.


    Creation Magic. I''d imagined it, and it simply¡­ appeared.


    [Well, well.] Ivy''s voice chimed in, amusement evident.


    [Looks like you''re starting to figure things out. Impressive really, considering you''ve only been at this for less than a day.]


    "Huh." Aric muttered. Instead, he popped the tab and took a cautious sip.


    The liquid surged with flavour¡ªcitrusy and sharp, with a hint of berry sweetness¡ªand the familiar rush of caffeine hit him almost instantly. Energy coursed through his veins, banishing the fatigue that had weighed him down moments ago.


    Feeling slightly more invigorated, he turned his attention back to the scattered documents on the desk. Flipping through them, he pieced together fragments of Vayne''s disastrous reign.


    Debts accrued from reckless investments. Promissory notes signed in haste. Letters from creditors threatening legal action. It was a mess, yes¡ªbut not insurmountable. If anything, it gave him a starting point.


    Still millions in debt, in gold no less is insanity. What the fuck did you do Vayne?


    As he sifted through the chaos, a single thought crystallized in his mind;


    Vayne Arkwright may have ruined this place, but I didn''t have to let it stay that way.


    I''m not bound by the sins of this Vayne¡ªso he thought.

 Stay Away from My Life

    The butler, whose name was Alden, hurried down the grand staircase, his polished shoes clicking softly against the marble steps.


    In his hands, he carried a silver tray bearing a glass of water and a slice of buttered toast for Master Vayne¡ªor whoever this new version of him was.


    I thought Master Vayne would love his whiskey even after the coma...weird.


    Alden couldn''t shake the feeling that something had changed about the duke, though he dared not voice such thoughts aloud. Instead, he focused on his task, weaving through the halls of Arkwright Manor with practiced precision.


    As he turned a corner near the east wing, he nearly collided with Seraphina herself. Her presence filled the corridor like a storm cloud, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Blue eyes locked onto him instantly, sharp and assessing.


    "Your Grace!" Alden exclaimed, bowing deeply, nearly dropping the tray in his haste to show respect.


    "Forgive me! I didn''t see you there."


    Seraphina raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to the tray in his hands.


    For a brief moment, her expression hardened as she noticed the absence of whiskey. Dark tendrils of energy coiled around her fingers, crackling faintly with suppressed fury.


    "What is this?" she demanded, her voice colder than ice.


    "Did he drink already? So soon after waking up?"


    Alden swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming at the side of his head.


    He straightened slightly, clutching the tray tightly.


    "N-no, Your Grace" he stammered, shaking his head fervently.


    "Master Vayne¡­ he requested water instead. And toast. Nothing more."


    Her eyes narrowed, suspicion warring with confusion.


    Water? Since when did Vayne ever ask for water? That man lived off whiskey and arrogance, drowning himself in both until the world blurred into oblivion. Yet here was Alden, holding a simple glass of water as if it were some kind of peace offering.


    She was curious to say the least. Reaching out, she plucked the glass from the tray, her fingers brushing lightly against Alden''s trembling ones. Without another word, she dismissed him with a curt nod, watching as he scurried away before turning toward the office door.


    Standing outside the heavy mahogany door, Seraphina hesitated.


    The weight of memories pressed down on her, vivid and painful. This room wasn''t just an office¡ªit was a monument to betrayal. She could still picture the scene as clearly as if it had happened yesterday.


    Vayne seated on his chair, his face twisted into a smug grin as he fucked her, Lady Callista Duval, the rival duchess who had made Seraphina''s life insufferable for years.


    Callista moaned loudly, her laughter cutting deeper than any blade. Seraphina had walked in unannounced, only to find them together, their indiscretion flaunted like a victory flag.


    It hadn''t just been infidelity; it had been calculated cruelty, designed to humiliate her in every possible way.


    Her jaw tightened as the memory faded, replaced by the present moment.


    Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door without knocking.


    Inside, Aric sat at the desk, sipping casually from the can of Chaos Brew he''d manifested earlier. The foreign label gleamed under the sunlight pouring through the windows, making it look almost alien compared to the lavish surroundings.


    His eyes flicked up as Seraphina entered, surprise flashing across his features.


    "Hello." he said simply, raising the can slightly in greeting.


    For a split second, Seraphina froze, staring at the unfamiliar sight of him drinking something other than whiskey. Then, her lips curled into a bitter smile, devoid of warmth or humour. Crossing the room in three swift strides, she snatched the can from his hand before he could react, her fingers brushing roughly against his.


    "What is this garbage?" she spat, examining the label with disdain.


    "Another one of your tricks? Did you steal this too? Who did you steal it from!?"


    Aric blinked, startled by her sudden aggression. "No, I¡ª"


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    "Don''t lie to me!" she snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence.


    She hurled the can across the room with surprising force, sending it crashing against the wall. Liquid sprayed everywhere, leaving a sticky mess on the pristine wallpaper.


    "You''re magicless, Vayne! Everyone knows it. So who are you trying to fool? Is this some pathetic attempt to make yourself look useful?"


    Before he could explain, she slammed the glass of water onto the desk, sending droplets splashing over the scattered documents.


    Her blue eyes burned with fury, her voice rising until it filled the entire room.


    "What part of staying out of our lives do you not fucking get!?" she hissed, leaning in close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off her.


    "You''ve done nothing but ruin everything you touch! And now you waltz in here pretending to be productive? Acting like you care about fixing things? Give me a fucking break!"


    Each word hit him like a hammer, driving nails into the fragile armour he''d tried to build around himself.


    Inside, Aric felt the cracks widening. Her accusations weren''t just aimed at Vayne¡ªthey mirrored the failures of his own past life.


    The war, the lectures abandoned, the family lost¡ªall of it came rushing back, threatening to drown him.


    But outwardly, he remained composed, forcing himself to meet her gaze.


    "I''m sorry." he said quietly, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.


    "It''s not stolen. I created it myself¡ªwith Creation Magic."


    Her laugh was sharp and cutting, echoing off the walls like shattered glass.


    "Creation Magic? Seriously? What, so you can just create whatever you want?" She gestured wildly toward the ruined can dripping liquid down the wall.


    "That''s rich, even for you. Stop making excuses. You think I''ll believe some sob story about magic when we both know you''re completely useless and magicless?"


    Before he could respond, dark trendil erupted from her feet, wrapping around the legs of his chair and yanking it backward with enough force to make him stumble. The sudden movement caught him off guard, but he managed to steady himself, gripping the armrests tightly.


    "You recovered enough, Vayne." she snarled, advancing toward him.


    "Your amnesia or whatever excuse you''re using¡ªit''s bullshit. You''re bullshitting it."


    A flick of her wrist sent the chair sliding further across the room, slamming it against the wall and making Aric fall down.


    Fuck me man, just how much does she hate this man? I''m not even your husband dammit!


    "Don''t fuck up anything else. I''m done with your games."


    "I''m sorry..." he said quietly.


    "Your apologies mean nothing" she hissed, her blue eyes blazing with disdain.


    "They''re empty words from a man who doesn''t know the first thing about accountability. You''ve burned bridges, destroyed lives, and trampled over everyone who ever trusted you¡ªincluding me."


    She leaned in close, her breath hot against his face.


    "And now you sit here acting like you care? Like you''re some kind of hero trying to redeem yourself? Save it, Vayne. I don''t believe a single word you say."


    With that, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her with enough force to rattle the chandelier hanging above.


    The silence that followed was deafening. Aric slumped back in the chair, his chest heaving as though he''d just run miles without stopping. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.


    Inside, however, the dam broke. Memories of his old life flooded his mind¡ªhis wife remarrying, his children calling another man "Dad"


    Each failure stacked atop the next, building a tower of regret too high to climb.


    He buried his face in his hands, dragging them down slowly until his features stretched thin. The guilt was suffocating, pressing down on him like a physical weight. He wasn''t Vayne, but he couldn''t deny the parallels between their lives. Both men had hurt those they should have protected. Both men deserved the scorn they received.


    Even though Seraphina isn''t truly my wife, her words hurt. Why did they hurt me so much? Was it because she reminded me of my ex-wife or was it simply that her hatred felt so real, so raw?


    Words always hurt him, especially when they came from someone he once loved. Even now, years later, he could still hear his wife''s voice in his head like a broken recorder;


    "You''re not the man I married." Those six words had haunted him every day since, replaying endlessly in his mind like a broken record.


    And now, Seraphina''s tirade echoed alongside them, amplifying the pain.


    Ivy. he called mentally, his voice trembling. What do I do? How do I even fix this marriage?


    There was a pause, longer than usual. When Ivy finally responded, her tone was softer, tinged with empathy.


    [Start small, Aric. Redemption isn''t built in grand gestures¡ªit''s earned in tiny steps. Show her you''re different. Even if she won''t believe you yet.]


    He nodded silently.


    [Well? Do you remember the documents? Or are you still drowning in self-pity?]


    Aric exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face to wipe away the single tear that had escaped.


    "Yes" he muttered finally, his voice low but steady. "Thanks to my¡­ hyperthymesia."


    Ivy tilted her head, intrigued.


    [Hyperthymesia? That''s new. I didn''t know your old brain came with such useful quirks.]


    "It''s not exactly a quirk" Aric replied dryly,


    "More like a curse. My mind retains everything¡ªevery detail, every word. Even now, without Vayne''s memories, I can piece together what these documents say."


    One document caught his attention first when he was reading it: a promissory note signed in bold, arrogant handwriting that he assumed belonged to Vayne.


    The borrower listed was Lady Callista Duval¡ªthe very same rival duchess who had humiliated Seraphina in this very room.


    Debtor: House Arkwright


    Creditor: Lady Callista Duval


    Amount Owed: 500,000 gold sovereigns


    Due Date: Six months prior (already overdue)


    Purpose: "Funding for trade expansion into eastern territories."


    Another page detailed an even larger loan from the Royal Treasury itself.


    Debtor: House Arkwright


    Creditor: Crown Regent Lord Edmond Greaves


    Amount Owed: 2 million gold sovereigns


    Due Date: Three months remaining


    Purpose: "Reconstruction of war-torn estates following border skirmishes."


    And then there were countless smaller debts¡ªmerchant guilds, private lenders, even neighbouring noble houses¡ªall demanding repayment with interest rates that would cripple any ordinary household. The total sum exceeded 3 million gold sovereigns.


    In total? Nearly 6 million in gold sovereigns.


    Aric clenched his jaw, his mind racing as he processed the sheer scale of the numbers.


    Vayne hadn''t just gambled away resources; he''d mortgaged the future of House Arkwright to fund reckless ventures and petty rivalries. No wonder Seraphina hates him.

 Creation Magic as A Solution

    If he couldn''t undo the past, he could at least try to salvage the present. Leaning back in the chair, Aric closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift. His memory allowed him to recall every line of text, every number, every implication written in those documents.


    Now, he needed to find a way to reverse the damage.


    "What if¡­" he murmured aloud, opening his eyes slowly. "What if I sold something back?"


    Ivy arched an eyebrow, amused.


    [Sell what? You don''t exactly have a garage sale''s worth of junk lying around.]


    "No." Aric said firmly, shaking his head. "Not junk. Something practical. Something revolutionary."


    He stood abruptly, pacing the length of the office as ideas began to take shape.


    With Creation Magic, I could manifest anything I imagine¡ªbut creating wealth directly would be too obvious, too risky and will fuck the economy. Instead, I need something more influential. Something valuable enough to generate revenue without raising suspicion.


    "Electricity." he declared suddenly, snapping his fingers.


    "I''ll bring electricity here."


    Ivy blinked, her smirk fading into genuine curiosity.


    [Electricity? As in¡­ light bulbs and wires? That''s your big plan?]


    "Yes." Aric shot back, his voice gaining confidence as the idea crystallized in his mind.


    "Think about it. Refrigeration for food preservation. Electric lighting instead of oil lamps. Heated floors during winter. These are luxuries no one in this world has even dreamed of yet. And they''re simple¡ªpractical solutions that anyone with resources would kill to own."


    [You''re talking about reinventing an entire system of technology.] Ivy pointed out skeptically.


    [Do you really think nobles will understand how to use it¡ªor care enough to pay for it?]


    "They will when they see the results." Aric insisted.


    "And I can make it easy for them. Blueprints, instructions, everything they need to integrate these innovations into their lives seamlessly. Hell, I''ll even create prototypes to prove it works. I have consumed so much documentary, random videos and my unhealthy search on internet forums, I have a backlog of that."


    Determined, Aric reached into the raw potential of Creation Magic, imagining the tools he''d need first. In moments, a pen appeared in his hand¡ªa sleek black fountain pen with gold accents. Next came a notebook, its pages crisp and blank, waiting to be filled. Finally, a pencil materialized, its graphite tip sharp and ready.


    Ivy tilted her head,


    [Nice touch. But why stop there? You could sell those too¡ªpatent them to the highest bidder. Exclusive rights to ''Professor Vayne''s'' inventions.]


    Aric chuckled bitterly, running a finger along the spine of the notebook.


    "Maybe. But first, I need to focus on the bigger picture."


    He sat down at the desk and began sketching furiously, his hands moving with precision honed from years of grading philosophy papers. Diagrams took shape on the page¡ªwiring schematics for refrigerators, circuits for electric lights, mechanisms for heated flooring systems. Each blueprint was detailed, elegant, and functional. He remembered everything thanks to his hyperthymesia.


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    By the time he finished, the notebook was brimming with designs that could change the face of this world forever.


    "This is it." he muttered, flipping through the pages with satisfaction.


    "This is how I''ll fix things."


    Armed with the blueprints, Aric set out to find Seraphina. The maids and butlers flinched as he passed, avoiding eye contact as though afraid his mere presence might summon disaster. It didn''t take long to locate her¡ªin her private office, where the shattered windows had been repaired but the furniture remained battered and broken.


    She sat at her desk, staring blankly at a stack of papers before her. Her silver hair caught the sunlight streaming through the newly replaced glass, framing her face like a halo. When she heard the door creak open, she looked up sharply, her blue eyes narrowing as she saw who stood there.


    "What do you want now?" she snapped, her tone laced with exhaustion


    Aric hesitated, clutching the notebook tightly.


    If I can show her these blueprints, maybe she''ll realize I''m not Vayne. He thought desperately. Maybe she''ll see that I''m trying to help. He thought naively.


    "I thought you should see this." he said finally, stepping forward.


    Instead of placing the entire notebook on her desk, he carefully extracted one of the blueprints¡ªa schematic for an electric lighting system¡ªand laid it gently in front of her. His hands made sure the blueprint was smooth as he smoothed out the edges, ensuring she could see every detail clearly.


    Seraphina glanced at the blueprint briefly. Then, slowly, her gaze hardened.


    "Stealing from the dwarves now?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom.


    "Have you no shame, Vayne!? Do you think I''ll believe you came up with these yourself? They''re too advanced¡ªtoo clever. This isn''t your work; it''s theirs."


    Aric froze, stunned by the accusation. "No, I¡ª"


    "Don''t lie to me!" she interrupted, slamming her fist onto the desk.


    "You''ve already burned bridges with everyone else. Why not betray the dwarves while you''re at it? Their craftsmanship is legendary, but even they wouldn''t trust you after what you''ve done."


    Her words hit him like a physical blow. Betrayal. Theft. Lies. To her, he was still Vayne¡ªa man who destroyed everything he touched.


    No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, she would never see him differently.


    "I''m not stealing." he said quietly, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to remain composed.


    "I created these myself. Everything here¡ªevery design¡ªis mine."


    Seraphina scoffed, grabbing the blueprint and hurling it back at him. It fluttered through the air like a wounded bird before landing at his feet.


    She rose from her seat, leaning over the desk with fiery intensity.


    "Then take it back to the dwarves!" she hissed, jabbing a finger toward the discarded blueprint.


    "Give them whatever scraps of credit you stole from them. Stop making my life harder than it already is!"


    Her voice rose sharply, cutting through the tension-filled room.


    "What part of fucking off from my life do you not understand? Every time you show up, every time you try to ''fix'' something, you only make it worse! You ruined House Arkwright! You ruined me! And now you waltz in here acting like some fucking saviour?"


    She stepped around the desk, closing the distance between them until she was inches away. Her blue eyes blazed with hatred, each word slicing deeper than any blade.


    "You''re poison, Vayne. Poison wrapped in lies and excuses. So leave. Leave this house. Leave this estate. Leave us. Rot for all I care." She jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating each demand with venomous emphasis.


    "Because if I ever see you again doing shit like this, I swear to every god there is that I will personally fuck you inside out."


    Aric staggered backward, her words hitting him like a storm surge. For a moment, he stood frozen, fighting back tears that threatened to spill over.


    Inside, something cracked¡ªa fragile piece of hope crumbling under the weight of her rejection.


    As she turned her back on him, dismissing him entirely, Aric clenched his fists tightly. Outside, the mansion loomed grand and indifferent, oblivious to the turmoil within him. He walked aimlessly through the halls, retracing his steps until he found himself back in the observatory wing.


    I failed. he thought bitterly, dragging a hand down his face.


    Not just her, but everyone. Vayne ruined this place, and now I''m stuck cleaning up his fucking mess. How am I supposed to fix something so broken? This fucking place and body is broken!


    Tears blurred his vision, hot and unwelcome. He pressed his forehead against the cool surface of a marble column, letting the silence envelop him. Small things hurt the most¡ªthe accusations, the mistrust, the knowledge that no matter what he did, it wouldn''t be enough.


    I''ll finish what Vayne started. he vowed silently.


    I''ll pay off the debts. Rebuild the estate. Make House Arkwright strong again. But I won''t bother her anymore. Some wounds run too deep to heal.


    Ivy watched him silently, her amber eyes softening with empathy. She had seen countless worlds rise and fall, countless lives torn apart by fate. But something about Aric struck a chord within her¡ªa quiet resilience buried beneath layers of pain.


    [Aric] she called softly, her tone gentle,


    [You''re stronger than you think. Don''t give up.]

 Everyone Hates Me

    Deciding to get literal fresh air, Aric open the entrance to the mansion. A double door open with a soft creak, revealing a breathtaking vista that stretched endlessly before him. Aric paused on the threshold, momentarily struck by the sheer beauty of the world outside Arkwright Manor.


    It was as though he''d stepped into one of those dreamlike manhwa scenes where reality blurred into something almost surreal¡ªa blend of opulence, danger, and untamed majesty.


    Golden sunlight poured over rolling hills blanketed in emerald green grass, dotted sparingly with wildflowers of every hue imaginable: vivid purples, fiery oranges, and soft pinks that swayed gently in the breeze. Towering trees lined the horizon, their leaves shimmering like jewels under the sun''s rays.


    In the distance, vast fields of golden wheat rippled like waves against the wind, while meticulously maintained vineyards hinted at centuries-old traditions of winemaking.


    Closer to the manor, sprawling gardens unfolded like living tapestries. Intricate hedges shaped into mythical creatures¡ªdragons coiled around fountains, unicorns rearing on hind legs, and phoenixes spreading wide wings¡ªstood guard over marble pathways adorned with rose petals scattered artfully across the ground.


    Crystal-clear ponds reflected the sky above, their surfaces broken only by elegant swans gliding effortlessly across the water. Statues of gods and heroes loomed silently among the flora, their chiseled features frozen mid-triumph or despair.


    And yet, beyond the immediate splendor, there lay a sense of scale so immense it bordered on overwhelming. The estate itself seemed limitless, its borders disappearing into the far-off haze. Beyond the manicured gardens lay orchards heavy with fruit, stables housing prized horses, and even a private lake glittering faintly beneath the sun.


    This wasn''t just a home¡ªit was an empire carved out of land, wealth, and ambition.


    Aric exhaled sharply, dragging his gaze downward from the panorama. For all its beauty, this place carried the weight of Vayne''s hubris. Every blade of grass, every stone path, every gilded statue whispered of excess¡ªof someone who believed money would never run dry. And why shouldn''t they? House Arkwright owned everything. Or at least, they once did.


    [I see you''re finally appreciating the view.] Ivy''s voice chimed in suddenly, snapping him out of his reverie. When he glanced toward the screen, she appeared not in her usual outfit.


    Gone were the cyberpunk aesthetics; instead, she now wore the attire of a slutty professor¡ªglasses perched delicately on her nose, a fitted blazer accentuating her curves, and a ruler tapping playfully against her palm.


    [Allow me to enlighten you, my dear student.] she said, smirking knowingly.


    [Because if you''re going to fix what Vayne broke, you''ll need to understand exactly how much damage he caused.]


    Ivy stepped forward¡ªor rather, her digital form moved closer to the frame¡ªas though addressing a classroom full of eager pupils. Her amber eyes gleamed with mischief, but her tone grew serious as she began her lecture.


    [First things first: let''s talk about Duchess Seraphina Arkwright. She may seem fragile right now¡ªwounded pride, shattered trust¡ªbut make no mistake. This woman is a force of nature. Even buried under mountains of debt, she controls more power than most nobles combined.]


    She gestured broadly, conjuring holographic maps and charts that hovered between them. Each image depicted provinces, trade routes, and bustling cities marked with the crest of House Arkwright.


    Seraphina governed three entire provinces within the kingdom, Ashwick, Onastin and Midra. Each larger than many smaller duchies. From fertile plains ideal for agriculture to mountainous regions rich in minerals, her territories were diverse and strategically valuable.


    Beyond land ownership, she oversees countless enterprises: textile mills producing fabrics finer than silk, wineries exporting aged vintages to royal courts, and blacksmiths crafting weapons renowned for their durability.


    Every business bore her mark, ensuring loyalty¡ªand profit¡ªflowed directly back to her coffers.


    Despite the debts crippling House Arkwright financially, Seraphina remained untouchable politically. Her alliances spanned far beyond mere marriages; she commanded respect through sheer willpower and calculated maneuvering.


    Even creditors hesitated to push too hard, knowing her wrath could ruin them faster than any bankruptcy ever could.


    [Now] Ivy continued, [Let''s contrast that with Vayne''s¡­ contributions.]


    A new set of holograms appeared, these ones darker and tinged with red. They outlined the myriad ways Vayne had sabotaged everything Seraphina worked for:


    He gambled away fortunes in ill-advised investments, funding ventures that promised quick returns but delivered nothing but losses. One particularly egregious example involved sinking half a million gold sovereigns into multiple contracts. A scheme Lady Callista Duval exploited to humiliate both Vayne and Seraphina publicly.


    His affair with Lady Callista wasn''t merely personal betrayal; it was a political disaster. By aligning himself with Seraphina''s rival, he weakened House Arkwright''s standing among neighboring noble families. Rivalries deepened, alliances fractured, and enemies gained leverage.


    A fire at one of Seraphina''s gambling establishments destroyed not only property but lives. While officially ruled accidental, whispers suggested otherwise. Whether Vayne intended it or not, his negligence cost Seraphina dearly in reputation and resources.


    Entire villages suffered due to Vayne''s mismanagement. Taxes skyrocketed to cover his mistakes, leaving farmers destitute and workers unpaid. Revolts simmered beneath the surface, threatening unrest across her provinces. People died from starvation and killing themselves.


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    [All this is fucked no?] Ivy concluded, crossing her arms to continue her point,


    [But we haven''t even touched on the emotional toll. Imagine being married to someone who systematically dismantled everything you built¡ªnot because they hated you, but because they simply didn''t care.]


    Aric stared at the holograms, his chest tightening with each revelation. The scope of Vayne''s destruction was staggering, almost incomprehensible.


    How could one man cause so much harm without realizing¡ªor perhaps caring¡ªabout the consequences?


    He clenched his fists, feeling anger rise¡ªnot at Seraphina for rejecting him earlier, but at Vayne.


    For leaving such a mess behind. For forcing me, a bystander, to bear the burden of cleaning up after his sins.


    I didn''t ask for this. he thought bitterly, dragging a hand down his face. But here I am.


    [Indeed..] Ivy replied softly, sensing his turmoil.


    [You didn''t choose this life. But now that you''re here, you have a chance to do something extraordinary. To rebuild what was lost. To prove that you''re not Vayne¡ªthat you''re better than him.]


    Her words resonated deeply, stirring something inside him. Redemption wouldn''t come easily, but it was possible.


    Step by step, invention by invention, relationship by relationship¡ªhe could carve out a future worth believing in.


    As he descended the marble steps leading away from the manor, he took in the sheer scale of the property. Acres upon acres stretched before him¡ªmeticulously maintained gardens gave way to orchards heavy with fruit, fields of vegetables rippled gently under the breeze, and a natural river snaked through the landscape like liquid silver.


    Workers bustled about, tending to their daily routines. Gardeners trimmed hedges into perfect shapes, farmers inspected crops for signs of pests or disease, and stable hands led horses to graze along fenced pastures. It was a well-oiled machine, functioning seamlessly despite the chaos within the household itself.


    But as soon as the workers noticed who had emerged from the palace, their demeanor shifted instantly. Smiles faded, conversations halted mid-sentence, and heads bowed low as they hurriedly returned to their tasks, avoiding eye contact at all costs.


    Aric frowned, his jaw tightening as he observed their reactions. Fear radiated off them like heat from coals, thick and suffocating.


    Was this how Vayne operated? Did he instill such terror that even his mere presence inspired dread?


    He clenched his fists, forcing himself to keep walking. Each step revealed more of the estate''s majesty: rows of grapevines stretching toward the horizon, greenhouses filled with exotic plants, and even a small village nestled near the edge of the property where tenant farmers lived and worked.


    All of it belonged to Seraphina¡ªor rather, House Arkwright. He assumed these lands were hers alone, managed meticulously by her before Vayne''s recklessness began to unravel everything.


    But no matter how beautiful the scenery was, the weight of guilt pressed down on him harder than ever. These people weren''t just employees; they were victims caught in the crossfire of Vayne''s destructive tendencies.


    And thanks to that, he could piece together fragments of their suffering simply by observing their body language¡ªthe way a gardener flinched when passing too close, the way a farmer kept one hand perpetually over his ear as though expecting an outburst.


    As Aric wandered, he spotted Claire¡ªthe maid who had served him earlier in his room. She stood near a fountain, laughing softly as she spoke animatedly with Marguerite, the head maid. Her expression was bright, unguarded, until her gaze landed on him.


    In an instant, her smile vanished, replaced by a look of sheer panic. She dropped into a deep bow, lowering herself so far her forehead nearly touched the ground.


    "Master Vayne..." she stammered, her voice trembling.


    "Forgive me¡ªI didn''t mean to intrude!"


    Aric stopped in his tracks, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.


    Why did everyone feel the need to grovel? I''m not Vayne¡ªnot truly. Yet here she was, reduced to shaking fear because of what I represented.


    "Stand up." he said firmly, his tone cutting through the tension. When she hesitated, still crouched low, he repeated himself.


    "I said stand up."


    Slowly, reluctantly, Claire rose to her feet, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground. Tears welled up in her wide, frightened eyes, betraying the turmoil brewing inside her.


    "Claire." Aric continued, stepping closer. His voice softened slightly, though it remained heavy with resolve.


    "If I''ve caused you pain¡ªif I deserve punishment¡ªthen do it. Slap me. Hit me as much as you want. You have my permission."


    Claire froze, her breath hitching audibly. For a moment, she stared at him, disbelief flickering across her face. Then, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the grass, sobbing uncontrollably.


    Inside her mind, memories surged forward, overwhelming her defenses.


    Much pain doesn''t even begin to cover it. She cried in her thoughts.


    It started subtly¡ªa lingering touch on her shoulder that lasted too long, fingers brushing against her hip as he passed by. Then came the groping, always disguised as accidents during crowded hallways or dimly lit corridors. Fondling her breasts, squeezing her ass, whispering lewd comments meant only for her ears.


    And when she dared speak back¡ªwhen she tried to defend herself¡ªhe threw glass plates at her head, shattered vases inches from her feet, screamed insults loud enough to echo through the entire mansion. Once, he slapped her hard enough to leave a bruise for weeks because she refused to wear dresses he deemed "sexy." Another time, he stomped on her head, grinding her cheek into the cold marble floor, accusing her of incompetence for bringing him water instead of whiskey.


    Each act chipped away at her dignity, leaving scars that ran deeper than flesh.


    No amount of apologies could erase those wounds.


    No slap, no punishment, could ever balance the scale.


    Marguerite watched silently, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her sharp green eyes narrowed as she glared at Aric, her lips curling into a sneer.


    "Is this some kind of game to you?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom.


    "Do you think pretending to care will undo what you''ve done?"


    Aric opened his mouth to respond but found no words.


    What could I say? That I''m not Vayne? That I was living in this fucking body and I didn''t commit these atrocities? She wouldn''t believe me¡ªand honestly, why should she? To her, I''m the same monster who had terrorized her staff, humiliated her maids, and ruined countless lives.


    Claire finally managed to pull herself upright, tears streaming down her cheeks. Without another word, she turned and fled, disappearing into the maze of hedges lining the garden. Marguerite followed her briefly with her gaze before turning back to Aric, her expression colder than ice.


    "No apology will ever be enough." she said flatly, her voice carrying finality.


    "Not for her. Not for any of us. So don''t bother trying."


    Aric stood frozen, the weight of Marguerite''s words sinking in like lead.


    This body wasn''t just flawed¡ªit was irredeemable.


    Every step he took reminded him of the horrors Vayne had inflicted, every interaction reinforced the depth of his predecessor''s depravity.


    How could anyone trust me when I carry the sins of someone else?


    He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face.


    There was no point denying it anymore. Redemption wasn''t going to come easily¡ªif it came at all. But giving up wasn''t an option either. I have to make this right but there is so much to do here. I need those inventions, but doing here where I''m supposed to be magicless would just make me a target and people already see me like I got leprosy. I need to get out of here.


    Turning toward the front gates, he approached the guards stationed there. Both men stiffened visibly as he drew closer, their hands instinctively moving toward their weapons. Despite their fear, neither dared refuse him when he issued his request.


    "I''m going out" he stated plainly. "Open the gates."


    The guards exchanged uneasy glances but complied without question, unlocking the iron bars and swinging them wide. As Aric stepped beyond the threshold, he felt dozens of eyes boring into his back¡ªworkers, servants, guards, all watching him with expressions ranging from disgust to anger to outright hatred.

 Claire, The Abused

    Night had fallen over Arkwright Manor and in the grand dining room, a single figure sat at the center of an impossibly large table, her silver hair shimmering faintly under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers suspended high above.


    Seraphina Arkwright picked delicately at her meal¡ªa decadent spread that seemed more suited for a banquet than a solitary dinner.


    The dining hall itself was a masterpiece of architecture and design. The ceiling soared two stories overhead, painted with frescoes depicting celestial constellations intertwined with scenes of noble conquests.


    Gilded moldings framed each wall, their intricate patterns catching the light in ways that made them appear alive. At the heart of it all stood the table¡ªa massive oval carved from polished ebony, its surface so smooth it reflected the glittering array of dishes laid out before her.


    Dozens of chairs surrounded the table, each upholstered in velvet cushions embroidered with the crest of House Arkwright. Enough seating for an entire court, though tonight only one chair remained occupied.


    Golden candelabras lined the edges of the table, their flames flickering softly, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the servants who stood neatly positioned around the perimeter of the room.


    The food itself was a feast fit for royalty: roasted pheasants glazed with honey and herbs, steaming bowls of rich mushroom bisque, platters of freshly baked bread still warm to the touch, and towers of exotic fruits imported from distant lands.


    A bottle of vintage red wine rested near Seraphina''s plate, its deep crimson hue hinting at centuries of aging within oak barrels. Yet despite the extravagance, she barely touched any of it, her appetite dulled by frustration¡ªand perhaps loneliness.


    Across the room, maids and butlers stood rigidly in place, their expressions carefully neutral. They formed a perfect oval around the edges of the hall, mirroring the shape of the table they served.


    Their uniforms were immaculate¡ªblack-and-gold livery bearing the sigil of House Arkwright¡ªbut their eyes betrayed discomfort. None dared move or speak without permission; even breathing felt like a risk in the presence of their mistress.


    Seraphina sighed softly, setting down her fork with deliberate slowness. Her blue eyes swept over the silent assembly of staff, lingering briefly on each face before returning to her untouched plate. She hated this¡ªthe emptiness of the hall, the suffocating formality, the way everyone tiptoed around her as if she might shatter at any moment.


    With a gentle wave of her hand, she addressed them, her voice calm yet tinged with exasperation.


    "Sit." she commanded lightly, gesturing toward the empty chairs surrounding the table.


    "Eat. There''s no reason for all of you to stand there like statues while I dine alone."


    A collective flinch rippled through the room. No one moved immediately, their hesitation palpable.


    Finally, Marguerite stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Grace, we couldn''t possibly¡ª"


    "Marguerite." Seraphina interrupted, her tone firm but not unkind.


    "I wasn''t asking. Sit. Eat. Enjoy yourselves."


    Reluctantly, the staff began to take their seats, exchanging uneasy glances as they settled into chairs far removed from where Seraphina sat. The atmosphere remained tense, though some dared to nibble cautiously at the food placed before them.


    It was clear none of them felt comfortable indulging in such luxury alongside their duchess.


    Seraphina leaned back in her chair, swirling the wine in her glass absently. Her gaze drifted to the empty seat beside her¡ªthe one reserved for her husband. After several moments of silence, she spoke again, her voice softer now but laced with irritation.


    "Where is my useless husband?" she asked aloud, directing the question to no one in particular.


    The question hung heavily in the air. One by one, heads bowed lower, avoiding eye contact. Alden, the nervous butler, cleared his throat hesitantly.


    "Master Vayne¡­ left earlier today, Your Grace. He hasn''t returned since."


    Seraphina arched an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.


    "It''s night-time though? Why hasn''t he come back? Did he went off to another woman?"


    No one answered. The silence stretched uncomfortably, broken only by the faint crackle of candle flames.


    Finally, Claire¡ªwho had been sitting quietly at the far end of the table¡ªspoke up, her voice trembling.


    "He¡­ he went outside the estate, Your Grace."


    All eyes turned to her, including Seraphina''s. The young maid flushed under the sudden attention, clutching her napkin tightly in her lap. Beside her, Marguerite placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, though her own expression remained grim.


    "What happened, Claire?" Seraphina prompted gently, sensing the tension radiating from both women.


    Claire hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes. When she finally spoke, her words came out in a rush.


    "H-he asked me to slap him, Your Grace. Said he deserved it because of what he''d done. But when I tried, I couldn''t do it. All I could think about was¡­" She trailed off, choking on her sobs.


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    Marguerite took over, her voice steady but filled with quiet fury.


    "What Master Vayne did to her¡ªand others¡ªis unforgivable. Much pain doesn''t even begin to cover it."


    Seraphina''s jaw tightened ever so slightly, though her expression remained composed. She knew exactly what Marguerite referred to; the stories weren''t new.


    Tales of groping, humiliation, violence, assault¡ªthey''d reached her ears countless times before. And yet, hearing it recounted here, in this setting, struck a chord deeper than usual. She had asked her to not be his maid, to do something else. But Claire refused.


    As Claire buried her face in her hands, other members of the staff began murmuring amongst themselves. Some whispered sympathetically, others exchanged angry glances. Then, one bold maid, Lin, spoke up with her voice carrying just enough volume to reach Seraphina''s ears.


    "Your Grace," Lin said hesitantly, "forgive me, but¡­ why haven''t you divorced him yet?"


    The question sent a ripple through the room. Heads snapped up, eyes widening in shock. Even Marguerite shot the maid a sharp look, silently urging her to retract her words. But instead of anger, Seraphina merely tilted her head slightly, considering the inquiry with surprising patience.


    "It''s a fair question." she admitted after a pause, setting her wine glass down with a soft clink.


    "One I''ve asked myself many times."


    She rose gracefully from her seat, pacing slowly along the length of the table. When she finally stopped, her blue eyes scanned the room, meeting each pair of eyes individually before continuing.


    "Divorce isn''t simple¡ªnot for someone in my position." she explained, her tone measured yet candid.


    "To dissolve a marriage between nobles requires approval from the Crown Regent himself. And even then, it opens the door to scandal. Rumours would spread like wildfire, tarnishing not only my reputation but also that of House Arkwright. Our alliances, our businesses, our very livelihoods could crumble overnight."


    Her voice softened slightly, tinged with resignation.


    "And let''s not forget the political implications. Vayne may be a disgrace, but his name carries weight. His family¡ªthe Whitefords¡ªare powerful allies. Without their support still, we become more vulnerable to rivals like Lady Callista. Divorce would sever that connection entirely, leaving us exposed."


    Alden frowned, interjecting cautiously.


    "But surely, Your Grace, there must be another way. Surely enduring his presence isn''t worth the cost."


    Seraphina smiled bitterly, shaking her head.


    "That''s where you''re wrong, Alden. Enduring him is the cost. For now, at least. Until I can find a solution that protects House Arkwright without sacrificing everything we''ve built, we have no choice but to endure."


    She paused, her gaze drifting toward the empty chair beside hers. For a fleeting moment, something akin to sadness flickered across her features¡ªbut it vanished almost instantly, replaced by the steely resolve she always wore like armour.


    "He''s not just my husband." she concluded quietly.


    "He''s a liability. A burden. But he''s also a reminder of what I stand to lose if I act recklessly. So for now, I wait. And I plan."


    The room fell silent once more, the weight of Seraphina''s explanation settling over everyone like a heavy velvet curtain. Claire dabbed at her eyes with trembling fingers, wiping away tears that refused to stop flowing.


    Around the table, the staff exchanged somber glances, their expressions a mixture of sympathy for Claire and quiet frustration directed at the man who had caused so much pain. Even Marguerite seemed unusually subdued, her sharp green eyes softening as she watched Seraphina retreat back to her seat.


    Seraphina sank into her chair with a quiet sigh, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly¡ªa rare moment of vulnerability from someone who always appeared unshakable. She picked up her fork mechanically, though it hovered aimlessly above her plate without making contact.


    Her thoughts drifted elsewhere¡ªto the man whose absence loomed larger with each passing hour. Wherever Vayne was, she couldn''t decide whether she wanted him to return or vanish forever.


    Because honestly, if he died, he would be doing all of us a favour.


    Her brow furrowed deeply, and then, in an uncharacteristic display of exasperation, she pressed the heels of her palms against her forehead, leaning forward until her elbows rested on the table. The gesture startled the staff; no one had ever seen the Duchess look so defeated, not even in private moments.


    "Your Grace!" Alden exclaimed, his voice tinged with alarm. "Are you alright?"


    "I''m fine." she muttered sharply, waving off their concern with a dismissive flick of her wrist. But when she lifted her head, her expression softened, and her blue eyes sought out Claire''s tear-streaked face.


    "No, I''m not fine" she admitted quietly, surprising them all. "None of us are."


    She turned her attention specifically to Claire, her gaze filled with something akin to guilt.


    "You''ve suffered the most." she said firmly, her voice carrying both authority and regret.


    "And I know that all of you have kept your mouths shut about what my¡­ good-for-nothing husband has done."


    Her lips curled into a bitter smile, the words tasting sour on her tongue.


    "I thank all of you for protecting House Arkwright by staying silent. It keeps our standing strong¡ªeven stronger than the royal family''s, some might argue."


    Her tone shifted slightly, growing softer yet resolute as she focused solely on Claire.


    "But Claire¡­" She paused, choosing her next words carefully.


    "If it helps¡ªif it brings you any peace¡ªyou may leave. Resign. Walk away from this place and never look back. And I will ensure you''re compensated for the rest of your life. You deserve far more than anyone else here after everything he put you through."


    Claire froze, her hands clutching the edge of the table tightly. Tears welled up again, but this time they weren''t born purely of sorrow¡ªthey carried gratitude, conflict, and perhaps even pride.


    After a long moment, she shook her head slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.


    "I can''t, Your Grace."


    Seraphina raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself.


    "Why not? I won''t hold it against you. In fact, I''d insist upon it. You''ve earned the right to leave."


    "It''s because¡­" Claire hesitated, glancing briefly at Marguerite before continuing.


    "It''s because serving you has changed my life. My family¡ªwe were poor once. Starving. Barely scraping by. But thanks to working here, we now live comfortably. My younger siblings go to school. My parents don''t have to work themselves to death anymore."


    She swallowed hard, her voice thick with emotion.


    "I stayed because of you, Your Grace. Because serving under someone as powerful and kind-hearted as you¡ªit gave me purpose. Leaving would feel like abandoning everything I worked for. Everything you gave me."


    Seraphina blinked, visibly taken aback by the sincerity in Claire''s words. For a moment, she simply stared at the young maid, her blue eyes searching for cracks in the resolve behind those tearful brown ones.


    When none appeared, she let out a slow breath, nodding faintly.


    "Very well." she said softly, her tone laced with admiration and regret.


    "But know this: if anything changes¡ªif staying here becomes unbearable¡ªyou tell me immediately. Do you understand? No matter how much loyalty you feel toward this household, your wellbeing comes first."


    Claire nodded fervently, bowing her head deeply. "Thank you, Your Grace. Truly."


    A heavy silence settled over the room once more, broken only by the faint crackling of candle flames and the distant howl of the wind outside. Seraphina leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting toward the towering windows where shadows danced across the glass. Beyond them, storm clouds gathered ominously, casting jagged streaks of lightning across the night sky.


    Whether literal or metaphorical, trouble was brewing¡ªand Seraphina knew it wouldn''t be long before it reached their doorstep.

 Why is this Dwarf TALLER THAN ME!?

    The forest was eerily silent except for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Aric stood amidst the towering trees, his grey eyes scanning the shadowy surroundings with growing frustration.


    He had been wandering aimlessly for hours¡ªor so it felt¡ªsince leaving Arkwright Manor earlier that day. The path he initially followed had dissolved into nothingness, swallowed by the dense undergrowth and twisting roots that seemed determined to keep him trapped.


    [You''re hopeless!] Ivy''s voice chimed in, dripping with exasperation as her holographic form flickered on the screen.


    [How do you even manage to get lost? It''s not like this place is some labyrinthine maze!]


    "Easy." Aric shot back, his tone with sarcasm "I took a wrong turn. Happens to everyone."


    [Not everyone ends up stumbling into enchanted forests at midnight, genius. You''re lucky there aren''t any monsters lurking around here¡­ yet. Maybe it''s behind you, ooooo, boo!]


    Aric rolled his eyes, "Look, I''m not exactly thrilled about being stuck out here either, okay? But I needed space to think¡ªto experiment without prying eyes watching my every move. It''s not like I could stay and start shooting out generators like it was candy. My wife, well Vayne''s wife hates me."


    [And now you''re paying the price for your little rebellion.] Ivy retorted smugly.


    [Honestly, did you really expect me to let you wander off unsupervised after everything we''ve discussed?]


    "I didn''t ask for supervision!" Aric muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled black hair. His gaze drifted upward, taking in the canopy of stars peeking through gaps in the foliage above.


    Despite his irritation, part of him couldn''t help but marvel at the beauty of this world¡ªeven if it came with its share of dangers.


    As Aric trudged deeper into the woods, his senses were overwhelmed by the sheer otherworldliness of the environment. Towering oaks stretched toward the heavens, their bark shimmering faintly with bioluminescent moss that cast an ethereal glow across the forest floor.


    Vines coiled around branches like serpents, pulsating softly with veins of golden light that hinted at latent magical energy. Flowers bloomed sporadically along the ground, their petals glowing faintly in hues of blue, purple, and silver¡ªa stark contrast to the muted greens and browns of the surrounding vegetation.


    The air itself carried a strange charge, tingling against his skin as though alive with static electricity. Every breath he took filled his lungs with a crisp, earthy scent laced with traces of ozone¡ªa reminder that magic saturated this land far more deeply than anything he''d experienced before.


    I do wonder what kind of air ratio this planet has. I''m assuming I''m on a planet considering I''m in another world.


    At first, Aric had wandered off the main path seeking solitude¡ªa quiet corner where he could test his theories undisturbed. Specifically, he wanted to find a location suitable for powering one of his inventions: a compact generator designed to harness natural forces like wind or water.


    After all, Creation Magic allowed him to manifest objects from imagination alone¡ªbut sustaining such creations required external energy sources. Without access to modern infrastructure, improvisation became key.


    He soon discovered that the forest teemed with consistent gusts of wind weaving between the trees, creating pockets of turbulence perfect for experimentation. Yet instead of relief, Aric found himself increasingly uneasy. The deeper he ventured, the darker the shadows grew¡ªand the louder the whispers in his mind became.


    With no time to waste, Aric decided to press forward despite his unease. Focusing intently, he called upon his Creation Magic once more, imagining a sleek device capable of converting kinetic energy from the wind into usable power.


    The process was painstaking; each detail¡ªevery gear, circuit, and filament¡ªhad to be visualized with absolute clarity before manifesting physically.


    As the generator materialized before him, its metallic surface gleaming faintly in the dim light, Aric felt a wave of exhaustion crash over him. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.


    Creating something functional wasn''t just about raw imagination alone. It demanded precision, concentration, and a profound understanding of reality.


    Incorporating elements of physics (like torque and rotational velocity) alongside fantastical concepts (such as channeling ambient mana into mechanical processes) Aric pushed the boundaries of what Creation Magic could achieve.


    However, the effort left him mentally drained, his thoughts foggy and disjointed.


    [I warned you this would happen.] Ivy said, her tone softer now


    [Magic isn''t free, darling. Even EX-tier potential has limits.]


    "Yeah, yeah." Aric replied dismissively, wiping sweat from his brow.


    "Tell me something I don''t already know."


    Before Ivy could respond, a sudden movement caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a flicker of orange light approaching steadily through the trees. Turning fully, he saw a figure emerge from the darkness¡ªa torch held aloft illuminating only their face while casting long, distorted shadows across the ground.


    "Who are you?" the figure asked gruffly, their deep voice reverberating through the stillness of the night.


    "And what are you doing out here?"


    Aric blinked, momentarily stunned by the sight before him. The man¡ªif indeed he was human¡ªtowered over him despite Aric''s impressive height of six-foot-one. Broad shoulders rippled beneath worn leather armour, and muscular arms flexed as he adjusted his grip on the torch.


    Shadows danced across his rugged features, accentuating sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes that glinted dangerously in the firelight.


    This man was over 7 foot! WHAT THE HELL!?


    "I¡­ uh¡­" Aric stammered, struggling to compose himself. "I''m just¡­ exploring?"


    The stranger raised an eyebrow skeptically, clearly unconvinced.


    "Exploring? In the middle of the night? Alone? With no supplies?"


    "Well, when you put it like that¡­" Aric muttered lamely, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Clearing his throat, he straightened slightly, forcing confidence into his tone.


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    "Fine. You caught me. I''m working on¡­ something important. Something that might change the world."


    The stranger snorted derisively.


    "Big talk for someone who looks like they got lost looking for mushrooms."


    "I didn''t get los-" Aric snapped defensively before pausing mid-sentence, realization dawning slowly.


    "Wait¡­ hold on. Are you¡­ a dwarf?"


    The man smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.


    "Observant, aren''t you? Yes, I''m a dwarf. Name''s Thorin Stonefist and judging by your reaction, you must be another clueless outsider."


    Aric gaped, utterly dumbfounded. All those fantasy books he''d devoured throughout his life suddenly felt like lies.


    Dwarves weren''t supposed to look like this! Not tall, imposing, and downright intimidating! Where were the stout, bearded miners and builders obsessed with gold and ale? I demand a refund!


    Beside him, Ivy burst into hysterical laughter, her holographic form morphing instantly into a Joker-like caricature complete with exaggerated makeup and a wide, toothy grin.


    [Fuck me sideways!] she cackled, clutching her sides theatrically.


    [This is priceless! Did you honestly think dwarves would fit your clich¨¦s? Face it¡ªyou''re woefully unprepared for this world.]


    Shut up, Ivy! Aric growled in his head.


    To Thorin, he added sheepishly, "Sorry. Guess I had some¡­ misconceptions."


    Thorin chuckled darkly, shaking his head.


    "Misconceptions are dangerous things, lad. Especially out here." He gestured toward the generator with his torch.


    I was just here to get some plants speciality for my girlfriend. I didn''t expect a human here. No less building something I have never seen before.


    "Now tell me again¡ªwhat exactly are you building?"


    Aric hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Thorin''s demeanor¡ªhis directness, his curiosity¡ªfelt trustworthy.


    "My name is Vayne Arkwright." he said finally, meeting the dwarf''s piercing green eyes.


    Thorin''s expression shifted slightly, a flicker of judgment passing over his face before it smoothed into neutrality.


    "Ah" was all he said, though the weight behind the single syllable spoke volumes.


    Clearly, he heard the rumours. Aric thought


    Ignoring the unspoken implication, Aric pressed on.


    "I''m working on¡­ well, it''s called a generator. It''s a device designed to harness energy from nature¡ªwind, water, sunlight¡ªand convert it into something usable. Electricity. With electricity, there is so much things one could do."


    A generator? Electricity? What does this boy know more than me?


    When Thorin raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, Aric sighed and decided to elaborate.


    "Look, I know this probably sounds crazy to you. But think about it: imagine being able to power tools without relying solely on magic or brute strength. Or storing food for weeks without spoilage. Imagine lighting your home with steady, reliable illumination instead of fire hazards like torches or oil lamps."


    He reached into the back pocket of his pants, pulling out the folded blueprint he''d kept tucked away. Unfolding it carefully, he held it up so Thorin could see.


    "Here." he explained, pointing to various sections.


    "This is what I call a refrigerator¡ªit keeps food cold using electricity. This is an electric stove; no need for wood or coal fires. Heated floors, ceiling fans, even air conditioning¡­"


    Ivy tilted her head,


    [Really?] she drawled, crossing her arms.


    [You''re pitching air conditioning to a dwarf? That''s bold and silly.]


    Aric ignored her, focusing instead on Thorin''s reaction. To his surprise, the dwarf didn''t laugh or dismiss him outright. Instead, Thorin crouched down abruptly, setting the torch aside as he studied the blueprints more closely.


    This is very interesting. Cold air comes out of this? That sounds magical! Thorin thought to himself.


    The force of his movement sent vibrations through the ground, making Aric jump slightly.


    [Oh great.] Ivy chimed in mockingly.


    [Now we''ve got a literal mountain sitting next to us. Don''t piss him off, darling¡ªhe looks like the type who could bench-press a tree.]


    Aric clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to snap at her. Internally, he agreed.


    Pissing off someone like Thorin Stonefist seemed like a terrible idea¡ªone best avoided at all costs. As I would say, never fuck around and find out.


    As Thorin examined the blueprints, Aric couldn''t help but notice the sheer size of the man¡ªor rather, dwarf.


    Yep. Mhm. Never fucking around this guy. I ain''t trying to find out. Aric thought grimly, suppressing a shiver.


    This guy could crush me like a bug if he wanted to!


    Thorin traced a finger along one of the diagrams, his brow furrowed in concentration.


    "So." he said slowly, glancing up at Aric.


    "You''re saying you can take wind, water, sunlight¡ªall these forces of nature¡ªand turn them into¡­ this ''electricity'' stuff?"


    "That''s right!" Aric confirmed, nodding eagerly.


    "It''s not just theoretical, either. Back where I come from¡ª"


    He caught himself mid-sentence, realizing he was about to slip up. Quickly, he amended with a lie,


    "Back when I studied engineering, I learned how to design systems like this. Now I''m trying to adapt those ideas here, combining science with magic to make it work."


    Thorin grunted noncommittally, leaning back slightly.


    Well it is revolutionary I''ll give him that.


    "And what do you plan to do with it once it''s built? Sell it to nobles? Merchants?"


    Aric hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Yes. But first, I need to prove it works. House Arkwright is¡­ struggling financially. If I can create something valuable enough, it might help stabilize things."


    So you''re the scum of Arkwright and you''re trying to redeem yourself now? How odd. It''s not like I believe him, sounds delusional even but this ideas are so...fascinating.


    Well in any case, I''ll simply watch him and get his ideas for whatever price he puts. The ideas this human has, far outweighs the shit he has done. Well not like that''s any better.


    Thorin thought to himself for a long time.


    Well I suppose the long term benefits far outweighs any petty emotions I have for this man.


    Thorin''s gaze sharpened, studying Aric intently. After a moment, he nodded slowly.


    "Interesting. You''re not what I expected, given the stories I''ve heard."


    By the time dawn broke, Aric and Thorin were walking side by side along the forest path leading back toward Arkwright Manor. The tension between them had eased after hours of conversation, during which Aric managed to convince Thorin of the feasibility¡ªand potential profitability¡ªof his inventions.


    Aric also talked about his knowledge on Earth disguise as some other place Vayne visited.


    "You''re different from what the rumours say." Thorin remarked casually, breaking the comfortable silence.


    "They paint you as some reckless idiot who gambled away his family''s fortune. Yet here you are, tinkering with devices most people wouldn''t even dream of and knowledge that even I didn''t know."


    Aric chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.


    "Yeah, well, rumours tend to exaggerate. Besides, I''ve¡­ changed recently."


    People don''t change overnight. Well after the whole night talking to him, it is quite hard to believe this is just Vayne speaking. Thorin thought to himself after hearing Aric.


    [Don''t forget to mention the whole reincarnation thing] Ivy teased sarcastically.


    [Oh wait, you can''t. You would sound stupid and crazy]


    "Shut up, Ivy" Aric muttered under his breath, earning a curious glance from Thorin.


    "What was that?" Thorin asked, arching an eyebrow.


    "Nothing..." Aric replied quickly, waving a hand dismissively. "Just¡­ you know...thinking."


    Thorin shrugged, apparently unconvinced but willing to let it slide. They continued walking in companionable silence until Aric finally worked up the courage to ask a favour.


    "There''s something I need from you." he began hesitantly. When Thorin looked at him expectantly, he continued


    "If you happen to meet my wife¡ªSeraphina¡ªand she accuses me of stealing designs from you¡­ just say yes. Please."


    Thorin stopped dead in his tracks, turning to face Aric fully.


    "What?" he demanded, his tone sharp.


    "Why would I lie for you? Especially after everything you¡ªor whoever you used to be¡ªhave done?"


    "It''s complicated." Aric admitted, running a hand through his hair.


    "But trust me, it''s important. She won''t believe me if I say I came up with these ideas myself. Not after everything Vayne put her through."


    Thorin crossed his arms, his expression skeptical.


    "And why should I risk my reputation for someone like you?"


    "Because I''m not him." Aric shot back, his voice firm despite the exhaustion weighing him down.


    "I may look like Vayne, but I''m not the same person. I could tell you later on but I need you to trust me with at least these ideas. They could change the world. Isn''t that worth a little faith?"


    For a long moment, Thorin stared at him, weighing his words. Finally, he sighed heavily, shaking his head.


    "Fine. I''ll play along¡ªfor now. But don''t make me regret it."


    Aric smiled faintly, relief washing over him. "Thank you."


    By the time they reached the gates of Arkwright Manor, the sun had fully risen, bathing the estate in golden light. Thorin paused briefly, taking in the sprawling grounds with a whistle of appreciation.


    "Not bad." he commented dryly. "Guess I can see why she fights so hard to keep a place like this."

 I am currently 100m in the air

    As Aric and Thorin approached the grand entrance of Arkwright Manor, the guards stationed at the front gates bowed deeply¡ªbut not to Aric but Thorin. Their expressions were a mix of awe and apprehension as they avoided making eye contact with Aric altogether.


    It was an odd sight, one that made him raise an eyebrow but ultimately choose to ignore it.


    Before anyone could open the door, however, it swung inward violently, propelled by shadowy tendrils that snaked out like serpents from the darkness within. Seraphina stood in the doorway and she looked like she was about to kill Aric for breathing wrong.


    Her blue eyes burned with fury, and the tendrils surrounding her writhed menacingly, each easily stretching over five meters long.


    "Where the hell have you been?" she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut steel. She stepped forward, her gaze never leaving Aric''s face¡ªuntil she noticed the towering figure beside him.


    Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing again, this time with disbelief and mounting anger.


    "You brought the Prince Dwarf here?!" she hissed, her tone laced with incredulity.


    "Have you lost your damn mind!?"


    Aric opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.


    He froze, realizing just how deep he''d dug himself into trouble.


    I didn''t know he was royalty! He thought frantically.


    Thorin never mentioned being a prin- Oh, of course, why else would the guards bow so reverently? Why else would he not tell me? They hate me but I really doubt they hate this Thorin guy and now I''ve dragged him straight into my mess¡ªright into Seraphina''s wrath no less.


    Before he could process further, the tendrils shot toward him, wrapping around his waist and lifting him off the ground with alarming speed. Within seconds, he found himself suspended 100 meters above the estate, dangling precariously in mid-air while the wind whipped against his face.


    Seraphina turned her attention back to Thorin, her expression shifting from rage to forced politeness.


    "Your Highness." she said through gritted teeth, inclining her head slightly.


    "Please forgive my husband''s¡­ incompetence. He clearly has no understanding of propriety or common sense."


    Thorin crossed his arms, unimpressed by her display of power¡ªor her attempt at diplomacy.


    "Apologies aren''t necessary." he replied coolly, his green eyes gleaming with amusement.


    "Though I must admit, I''m curious about your accusations."


    Seraphina bristled visibly, her tendrils twitching as though eager to lash out again.


    "Curious?" she spat, turning fully towards the prince.


    "He''s reckless, irresponsible, and utterly devoid of honour! Need I remind you of the debts he''s amassed? The alliances he''s destroyed? Or perhaps the countless humiliations he''s inflicted upon me personally?"


    Thorin arched an eyebrow, unfazed by her tirade.


    "All valid points. But based on what I''ve seen last night, I find myself questioning those claims. Well it''s not like I believe him outright but he was different to me."


    "What do you mean?" Seraphina snapped, her voice rising.


    "Are you suggesting I''m lying?"


    "No." Thorin countered smoothly.


    "I''m merely saying your husband isn''t acting like the man you describe. From what I observed, he''s resourceful, innovative, and surprisingly humble for someone of his station. Not exactly traits associated with arrogance or recklessness."


    Aric, still dangling high above them, felt a flicker of gratitude toward Thorin despite his precarious situation.


    The prince is defending me?


    He defended Aric not because he owed Aric anything, but because he genuinely believed there was more to the story.


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    Seraphina scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.


    "Resourceful? Humble? You clearly don''t know him. Dwarves rarely collaborate with humans, well ever since the Great War. Hell, you refuse audiences with the King William himself! Why would you suddenly take interest in someone like...him?"


    Thorin smirked, leaning casually against the doorway frame.


    "Perhaps because I''m intrigued. Your husband pitched ideas unlike anything I''ve encountered before¡ªelectricity-powered devices, innovations that could revolutionize our way of life. Are you telling me you''re not even remotely curious?"


    "I''m telling you this." Seraphina shot back, her voice icy


    "Trusting him is as smart of an idea as giving a thief with gold, a playboy with women or an addict with drugs. It''s a mistake. He''s manipulative, deceitful¡ª"


    "And conveniently suffering from amnesia?" Thorin interrupted dryly.


    "Isn''t that convenient?"


    Seraphina stiffened, her glare intensifying. "How did you¡ª"


    "He told me." Thorin admitted with a shrug.


    "Even if I didn''t believe him, he didn''t act like someone who remembered ruining half his own kingdom. Plus, the way he spoke about these inventions¡ªit wasn''t rehearsed. It was genuine enthusiasm. Like he truly believes they''ll work."


    Seraphina looked torn between disbelief and reluctant curiosity. Her grip on the tendrils loosened slightly, though she quickly tightened it again when she caught herself.


    "Even if that''s true." she argued


    "It doesn''t change what he''s done. The damage he''s caused."


    "Of course not." Thorin conceded, his tone softening slightly.


    "But hear me out: put him down for now. Let him prove himself¡ªor fail trying. Either way, you''ll get answers. And trust me, ''Your Grace'', my word carries weight among both humans and dwarves alike. Everyone knows I don''t mince words."


    Seraphina jaw clenching as she weighed his words. Finally, she exhaled sharply, releasing her hold on the tendrils. Aric plummeted downward briefly before Thorin caught him effortlessly, lowering him gently to the ground.


    "Thank you." Aric muttered weakly, brushing dirt off his clothes as he stood upright. His legs wobbled slightly from the adrenaline rush, but he managed to compose himself.


    Thorin gave him a pointed look. "Next time, try not to piss off a woman with dark magic."


    Without another word, Seraphina turned on her heel and strode back inside the manor, her movements stiff with barely contained anger. Before disappearing into the hallway, she paused momentarily, casting a final glance over her shoulder.


    "This is your only chance, Vayne." she warned coldly, her voice carrying a deadly edge.


    "One wrong move¡ªone single misstep, one fucking complain and I won''t hesitate to kill you myself."


    With that, she vanished, leaving Aric standing awkwardly beside Thorin and the nervous guards.


    "Well," Thorin said after a beat, breaking the silence. "That went better than expected."


    Aric groaned, "Somehow, I doubt that."


    Inside her private office, Seraphina paced furiously, her silver hair shimmering faintly in the dim light streaming through the tall windows. The encounter with Thorin and Vayne replayed over and over in her mind, each detail gnawing at her already frayed nerves.


    Evelyn Hartley stood near the doorway, arms crossed over her sleek black armour as she watched her mistress with quiet concern. Marguerite, the head maid, hovered nearby, clutching a tray laden with untouched tea and biscuits.


    James, the head butler¡ªa man who had served House Arkwright for decades¡ªlooked unusually unsettled, his usually composed demeanor replaced by thinly veiled apprehension.


    "Well?" Seraphina snapped suddenly, stopping mid-stride to glare at them all.


    "Someone explain to me what just happened. Why is the Prince of Dwarves. You know, the one who hasn''t collaborated with humanity since the war three centuries ago¡ªsuddenly standing on our doorstep? And why the fuck does he seem convinced that Vayne isn''t the same useless piece of shit we''ve endured for years?"


    Evelyn shifted uncomfortably, while Marguerite exchanged uneasy glances with James. Finally, the head butler cleared his throat hesitantly.


    "Perhaps¡­ perhaps it has something to do with Master Vayne''s recent behaviour." he suggested cautiously.


    Seraphina''s eyes narrowed dangerously.


    "His recent behaviour ? What behaviour? The part where he vanished into the woods like an idiot, only to return dragging literal royalty into my house without warning? Or maybe the part where he somehow managed to convince said royalty to defend him after everything he''s done?"


    "Your Grace." Evelyn interjected gently, stepping forward.


    "It''s possible his amnesia has changed him. From what we''ve seen these, his actions don''t align with the reckless, entitled man we know."


    Seraphina let out a bitter laugh, slamming her fist against the desk hard enough to rattle the teacups.


    "Amnesia? Really? That''s your excuse? It''s been just a day Evelyn. For months he was in a coma from being assassinated and within just a FUCKING day, he''s back to causing chaos again. If that deadbeat, cheating bastard screws this up¡ªif he makes Thorin even annoyed¡ªI swear to every living being here that I''ll torture him myself before killing him."


    The room fell silent, save for the faint rustling of papers as Seraphina snatched up the divorce documents sitting on her desk. She stared at them for a long moment. To anyone else, they might have looked like a lifeline¡ªa way out of the mess Vayne had created.


    But Seraphina knew better. Divorce wasn''t just a personal decision; it was political suicide.


    James finally broke the silence, his voice low and measured.


    "Perhaps, Your Grace, his intentions aren''t entirely malicious. After all, bringing Prince Thorin here could be seen as¡­ strategic. If his inventions prove successful¡ª"


    "Strategic?" Seraphina interrupted sharply, rounding on him.


    "Do you really believe that? Or are you just trying to rationalize his idiocy because you''re afraid of what happens if he fails? Because I don''t need to remind you the shit he has done to us."


    Everyone exchanged somber looks, silently agreeing with her sentiment. They''d all suffered under Vayne''s rule¡ªwhether directly or indirectly¡ªand none of them trusted him to change.


    Amnesia or not, he is still the same man who had ruined lives, betrayed alliances, and left House Arkwright teetering on the brink of ruin.


    Seraphina exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face.


    "Fine. We''ll play along¡ªfor now. But mark my words: if Vayne so much as breathes wrong around Thorin, I won''t hesitate to end him."


    "Yes, Your Grace." the trio replied in unison, their voices carrying equal parts fear and determination.

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    Aric walked briskly along a dirt path that wound through fields of wheat and orchards heavy with fruit. Behind him trailed Claire, her steps hesitant and her posture stiff as though bracing for an attack at any moment. Her wide brown eyes darted nervously between Aric and the surrounding landscape, betraying the fear simmering beneath her forced composure.


    Thorin Stonefist followed at a leisurely pace, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the ground. He observed the interaction silently, his green eyes sharp and calculating.


    To anyone else, he might have appeared disinterested, but Thorin was amused. Watching Aric adjust his tone and demeanor depending on who he addressed.


    He''s fascinating. With Seraphina, he''s cautious¡ªlike walking on eggshells. With me, he opens up, revealing glimpses of intelligence and ambition. But with this girl¡­


    Thorin glanced at Claire, noting how she flinched every time Aric spoke, even when his words were soft or neutral.


    His behaviour around her mirrored the rumours: arrogant, domineering, unpredictable. Yet there was something off about it¡ªa deliberate mimicry rather than genuine malice. Was this amnesia-induced adaptability? Or was it simply survival instinct?


    Earlier that day, Aric had approached Claire while she was dusting the grand hall. She froze instantly upon seeing him, her hands trembling so violently that the feather duster nearly slipped from her grasp.


    "Claire." he began, trying to mimick the same commanding yet condescending tone Vayne would use.


    "I need your assistance."


    Her voice barely rose above a whisper. "Y-yes, Master?"


    "I''m inspecting the estate''s natural resources. Wind, water, sunlight¡ªall crucial for my project. Tell me, are there any strong currents nearby? Rivers, streams, anything like that?"


    Claire hesitated, clearly torn between obeying and fleeing. Finally, she nodded shakily.


    "Th-there''s a river north of the estate, Master. It flows year-round, even during droughts."


    "Good." Aric replied curtly. "Come with me. Show me where it is."


    She looked as though she wanted to protest but knew better than to refuse. As they set off together, Thorin joined them quietly, intrigued by Aric''s ability to shift personas seamlessly.


    Each word, each gesture seemed carefully calibrated based on the person¡ªan odd trait for someone supposedly suffering from memory loss. What are you playing at Vayne?


    Once they reached the riverbank, Aric turned to face both Claire and Thorin.


    Pulling out a folded blueprint from his pocket, he unfurled it dramatically, letting the sunlight illuminate the intricate diagrams etched onto the paper.


    "This," he explained, pointing to various sections of the schematic "is a generator. It harnesses kinetic energy from nature¡ªwind, water, sunlight¡ªand converts it into electricity."


    Claire stared blankly, clearly overwhelmed by the technical jargon.


    Thorin, however, leaned in closer, studying the design with keen interest as he had before in the forest.


    "The principle is simple." Aric continued, switching to a more scientific explanation aimed at Thorin.


    "Water flows through turbines, spinning them rapidly. This motion generates mechanical energy, which is then converted into electrical energy via coils and magnets. For areas without consistent water flow, wind turbines or solar panels can serve as alternatives."


    "But Master¡­" Claire interjected hesitantly, her voice quivering.


    "You don''t have powers. You''ve never shown any affinity for magic before."


    Aric smirked, slipping effortlessly into the persona of Vayne¡ªthe arrogant noble who thrived on secrecy and intimidation.


    "Ah, Claire. That''s because I''ve been hiding it. Magic isn''t always flashy displays or glowing runes. Sometimes, it''s subtle. Ingenious."


    Thorin raised an eyebrow, impressed by the seamless transition.


    Whether genuine or performative, he sure has the confidence for it.


    "To replicate this," Aric added, addressing Thorin directly, "you''ll need materials like copper wiring, iron frames, and quartz crystals to stabilize the energy output. Quartz amplifies magic naturally, making it ideal for combining science and sorcery."


    Gotta say thanks to Thorin later. Who knew Quartz would be useful even in a fantasy setting?


    With the generator fully manifested using Creation Magic again¡ªthough Aric refrained from mentioning its EX-tier potential¡ªhe look at it for inspection. The device hummed softly, its metallic surface gleaming under the sunlight.


    Inside, tiny gears spun rhythmically, powered by the ambient mana infused into the mechanism. A much better prototype than the one he made in the forest. The mental strain is lessen due to creating it before.


    "Now comes the next step!" Aric announced,


    "Right now, it''s holding electricity¡ªbut nowhere for it to go. Remember what I told you earlier, Thorin? About applications like refrigeration, lighting, heated floors?"


    Thorin nodded, crossing his arms. "Indeed. So how do we proceed?"


    "For that," Aric said, gesturing toward the estate,


    "I''ll need to bury wires underground. They''ll connect the generator to specific locations, channelling electricity wherever it''s needed."


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    "How heavy can you carry?" Aric asked suddenly, turning to Thorin


    Thorin smirked smugly, flexing his massive arms. "Try me."


    Aric outlined his plan, putting in mind with the magic Thorin showed yesterday,


    First we bury insulated copper wires deep underground to distribute electricity across the estate. Then we use Thorin''s earth magic to dig trenches efficiently and conceal the wiring. Then afterwards the other stuff, like making sure the connectivity is there and it''s flowing safely. Then we can install other prototypes like refrigerators, ceiling fans, and lights¡ªin key places to demonstrate functionality.


    As he spoke, Claire listened intently, her expression a mixture of awe and distrust. Despite his efforts to appear harmless, she couldn''t shake the memories of Vayne''s cruelty.


    Every glance, every movement reminded her of the horrors she endured under his rule.


    Inside, Claire''s hatred burned fiercely, tempered only by paralyzing fear. She hated Vayne¡ªhated everything about him. Yet here he stood, inventing devices that sounded impossible, speaking intelligently instead of barking orders.


    Was this truly the same man who had tormented me endlessly?


    He''s lying. she thought bitterly, clutching her fists tightly.


    No matter how much he pretends to change, monsters don''t transform overnight.


    Thorin watched the exchange closely, noting Claire''s unease and Aric''s calculated behaviour. Though skeptical, he found himself drawn to Aric''s vision.


    If these inventions worked as promised, they could revolutionize not just human society but dwarven kingdoms as well.


    "Alright, lad." Thorin said finally, clapping his hands together.


    "Let''s get started."


    Thorin stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the estate grounds. With a deep breath, he extended both hands toward the earth, his fingers splayed wide. A low rumble echoed beneath their feet as the ground quaked slightly, responding to his will.


    Then, with astonishing precision, Thorin began tearing apart the soil¡ªnot in chaotic chunks but in smooth, rectangular trenches that stretched perfectly parallel to one another.


    The process was mesmerizing. Dirt and rock parted like water under his command, revealing dark, damp earth below. Once the trenches were dug to the required depth, Thorin manipulated the displaced material back into place, sealing the wires neatly within seconds.


    The ground looked untouched afterward, as though nothing had ever disturbed it.


    Claire watched in stunned silence, her fear momentarily overshadowed by awe.


    Every movement was deliberate, every motion controlled down to the millimeter. It wasn''t brute force; it was artistry¡ªearth manipulation elevated to its purest form.


    "Alright." Thorin said gruffly, wiping his hands


    "Wires are buried. What''s next?"


    As they made their way back toward the manor, whispers rippled through the air like wildfire. Servants stationed along the grand halls stopped mid-task, their eyes widening as they witnessed the destruction¡ªand subsequent restoration¡ªof the grounds. For most, this was confirmation of Vayne''s reckless tendencies.


    After all, why else would he destroy pristine gardens without explanation?


    But the earth was put back nicely by the prince.


    Aric ignored the stares, focusing instead on the task at hand. His calm exterior masked the storm brewing inside him. Everyone hated him¡ªevery single pair of eyes glaring daggers into his back reminded him of that fact.


    [Impressive work, Administrator.] Ivy chimed in suddenly, her holographic form on his screen


    [With this pace, you''ll rewire the entire estate in no time. But tell me¡­ how do you plan to renovate the house itself?]


    Aric froze mid-step, blood draining from his face as realization hit him like a freight train.


    Renovating the house...? He hadn''t thought that far ahead.


    How could I have overlooked something so critical!? Wiring underground was one thing¡ªbut integrating electricity into centuries-old architecture without causing structural damage!? That was an entirely different beast!


    [I TOLD YOU TO PLAN THIS OUT FIRST!] Ivy screamed in mock outrage, throwing her arms up theatrically.


    [Do I need to hold your hand for EVERYTHING?!]


    Shut up, Ivy! I''m... working on it! He said in thoughts panickily


    To buy himself time, Aric turned to Thorin, gesturing toward a nearby wooden beam lying discarded near the construction site.


    "Can you humour me for a moment?" he asked,


    "Tear this piece of wood apart completely, then put it back together exactly as it was."


    Thorin arched an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Why?"


    "Just humour me."


    With a shrug, Thorin complied. Using his earth magic, he shattered the wood into splinters, scattering them across the ground.


    Then, with meticulous care, he reassembled the fragments, fusing them seamlessly until the beam looked indistinguishable from its original state¡ªnot a single crack or flaw marred its surface.


    Aric exhaled sharply, relief flooding through him.


    If Thorin could just mend walls just as perfectly, I won''t be skinned alive.


    They entered the manor through a side entrance, walking briskly down long corridors adorned with intricate tapestries and gilded frames. Forty agonizing seconds later¡ªthough it felt like hours¡ªthey reached the kitchen, located inconveniently far from the main hall.


    The head cook, a burly man named Darius, stood supervising his staff when they arrived. His bushy eyebrows shot upward in alarm as he took in the sight of Thorin and Claire flanking Aric.


    "What is the meaning of this?" Darius demanded, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.


    "You can''t just barge in here unannounced!"


    "I''m fixing things." Aric replied simply, ignoring the hostility radiating off everyone present.


    Turning to Thorin, he added, "Start wiring. Break apart some wall sections near the counters¡ªwe''ll connect the outlets there."


    Thorin nodded, stepping forward. With practiced ease, he tore open sections of the plaster walls, exposing wooden beams and brickwork beneath. Wires snaked through the gaps, secured firmly in place before Thorin sealed the walls shut again.


    To the untrained eye, it appeared as though nothing had changed¡ªthe walls remained intact, flawless.


    Once the wiring was complete, Aric retrieved the blueprints stored securely in his mind. Channeling his Creation Magic, he envisioned a sleek refrigerator¡ªa pure science-based model devoid of magical enhancements.


    Every part, gas, light, material were all accounted for thanks to his hundreds of hours watching pointless tube videos on the most random thing. Learning the history of fridge on a random Saturday? Now that''s content.


    Moments later, the device materialized before them, gleaming silver under the dim kitchen lights.


    "This," Aric announced proudly, plugging the fridge into the newly installed three-pin socket,


    "Is going to change everything."


    He flipped the switch, holding his breath as the machine hummed to life. A soft click signalled success. Cold air began circulating inside the freezer compartment almost immediately.


    Grabbing a slab of raw meat from the counter, Aric slapped it onto one of the shelves.


    "By tomorrow morning," he declared confidently, "this won''t spoil. Guaranteed."


    Darius stared at the contraption, his expression oscillating between disbelief and fascination. Before anyone could respond, Aric pressed onward, instructing Thorin to create additional outlets around the kitchen.


    Four more sockets appeared within minutes, each wired meticulously according to Aric''s instructions.


    Next came the blender. Another mental blueprint of the blender manifested into reality, also thanks to him watching pointless tube videos. Plugging it in, Aric demonstrated its functionality by blending a mixture of fruits and ice.


    The motor whirred smoothly, pulverizing the ingredients into a frothy liquid within seconds.


    The room fell silent, besides the faint hum of machinery echoing off the stone walls. Maids clutched their aprons nervously, while cooks exchanged uneasy glances.


    Claire stood frozen, torn between terror and reluctant admiration.


    Only Thorin seemed genuinely impressed, nodding approvingly as he studied the devices.


    "Oh, come on!" Aric pleaded, sensing the collective skepticism.


    "Trust me. Just this once."


    No one responded. Hatred simmered beneath the surface, too deeply ingrained to fade overnight.


    Trust you? I rather trust a thief with my purse.


    "The meat won''t spoil and this blender will help with your work. Believe it." Aric announced.

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    The night sky streamed through the tall windows of Aric''s room. Exhausted from hours of wiring and testing his prototype like ceiling fan, air conditioner, exhaust, in his mental space. Aric collapsed onto the plush bed, staring up at the ornate ceiling.


    His body ached, his mind buzzed with residual mental strain, but a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He felt like he''d accomplished something meaningful.


    Before sleep could claim him, Ivy materialized in her usual holographic form, perched elegantly on the screen.


    [Well, well, Administrator] she began, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.


    [Looks like you''ve earned yourself a shiny new title for all your hard work today.]


    Aric groaned, rolling over to face her. "What are you talking about now?"


    [Oh, don''t act so surprised, darling.] Ivy leaned forward, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement


    [You introduced electricity¡ªa concept foreign to this world. Not many people can even do that. You created devices that preserve food and blend ingredients effortlessly. And let''s not forget¡­ you somehow managed to bridge the gap between humans and dwarves, two races who haven''t collaborated since the Great War three centuries ago. That''s quite the resume for one day''s work, wouldn''t you say?]


    Aric blinked, momentarily stunned. "Wait¡ªyou''re giving me a title for that?"


    [Of course!] Ivy exclaimed, clapping her hands together theatrically.


    [Every hero needs a proper title, after all. So here it is:]


    "The Spark of Innovation"


    She paused dramatically, waiting for his reaction. When Aric simply raised an eyebrow, she sighed exaggeratedly.


    [Fine, fine. Maybe ''Innovation'' sounds too nerdy. We can tweak it later if you want. But regardless, your efforts have triggered something big¡ªsomething worth celebrating. Behold!]


    With a flick of her wrist, a glowing interface appeared beside the screen, displaying Aric''s updated status:


    [STATUS]


    Name: Aric/Vayne Arkwright (LVL 5) Potential: EX


    Age: 22


    Height: 6''1"


    Blood Type: O-


    Magic: Creation Magic


    Description: The ability to manifest anything imagined; limited only by mental strength, mana reserves, and clarity of vision. [Press here to hide it.]


    [STATS]


    Strength (STR): D+ (0/1000)


    Speed (SPD): D+ (0/1000)


    Durability (DURA): D+ (0/1000)


    Endurance (ENDU): D+ (0/1000)


    IQ: S (0/950,000)


    Mana: SS (0/999,999)


    Mana Control: SS (0/999,999)


    Mental Strength: SS (0/999,999)


    Mental Resilience: SS (0/999,999)


    REPUTATION:


    Charisma: F Tier


    Reputation: G Tier


    [TITLES]


    The Spark of Innovation


    Aric stared at the screen, processing the information slowly. His physical stats were average despite the years being in war.


    This body is so ass bro! At least my intellectual and magical capabilities were S ranked. Why is it so high though? Aric told to Ivy mentally with a sigh


    [The SS-tier ratings for mana-related attributes make sense given your EX-tier Creation Magic potential, though the massive experience requirements means you are gonna need to use it alot to upgrade it. Also since you are making stupidly complex blueprint despite your memory, you still will have mental strain, just like today.]


    "What do these numbers mean?" he asked finally, pointing to the denominators.


    "Like, why is IQ out of 950,000 instead of, I dunno, 100?"


    [Think of it as a scaling system.] Ivy explained casually.


    [Higher tiers require exponentially more effort to improve. Physical stats is at 1,000 because they''re tied to your current body. Your old body probably would''ve been C+. Mental and mana stats, however, are practically limitless thanks to your EX-tier magic. As for IQ¡­ well, let''s just say you''re quite smart despite being a philosopher. Not everyone can replicate electricity even with perfect memory.]


    Aric nodded absently, his gaze lingering on his abysmal charisma and reputation scores.


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    "Guess I''ve got my work cut out for me."


    [Indeed.] Ivy replied smugly.


    [But hey¡ªat least you''re not starting from scratch anymore. Now get some rest, Administrator. Tomorrow''s another day full of chaos.]


    With that, she vanished, leaving Aric alone with his thoughts. Despite the challenges ahead, he couldn''t suppress a small chuckle.


    Level 5, huh? Not bad for someone who''d woken up in a strange world with a wife who hates me.


    Thorin ducked low to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe as he entered Seraphina''s private office. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of candlelight and the occasional spark from the fireplace. Shadows danced across the walls, casting eerie silhouettes that mirrored the tension in the air.


    Seraphina sat slouched in her chair, a half-empty bottle of whiskey resting on the desk beside her. Smoke puff from her mouth and her eyes look a little red. Evidence of the joint she''d been smoking on.


    "You reek of desperation." Thorin remarked dryly, taking a seat across from her without invitation. His towering frame made the elegant furniture look comically small beneath him.


    "Not exactly the image a duchess should project."


    Seraphina shot him a glare, though it lacked its usual intensity. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, her silver hair disheveled, and her posture screamed exhaustion.


    "I''m not in the mood for your lectures, Thorin. What do you want?"


    "To talk." he replied simply, leaning back in his chair with an ease that belied his imposing presence.


    "About Vayne."


    At the mention of his name, Seraphina''s lip curled into a sneer. She grabbed the divorce papers stacked neatly beside her and put it in front of him.


    "That piece of shit doesn''t deserve a second thought. He''s worthless¡ªa stain I can''t scrub off no matter how hard I try."


    Thorin raised an eyebrow, unfazed by her outburst.


    "Strong words. But tell me, Duchess, why haven''t you acted yet? Why endure him all this time?"


    "Because I have no choice!" she spat, slamming her fist against the desk hard enough to rattle the whiskey bottle.


    "Every damn thing he does ruins lives¡ªincluding mine. Gambling away fortunes wasn''t enough for him. No, he had to swindle merchants, leaving entire villages starving during winter because of his incompetence. People died because of that and he bought a fucking slave off the black market¡ªa slave, Thorin! My people and I had to cover for his fuck-ups so many times and it''s not even for him. It''s to keep House Arkwright''s reputation intact. You know why I never reported him? Or divorced him earlier? Because it would ruin everything my family and I worked so hard to build! He''s a fucking parasite!"


    She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.


    "And not to mention that fucking Callista Duval. That cheating bastard humiliated me publicly, aligning himself with my greatest rival. Do you know how many people changed their view on me?"


    Thorin listened silently, his expression unreadable. When she finally paused to take another gulp of whiskey, he spoke calmly.


    "It sounds like you have every right to hate him. But let me ask you this: why is he creating these inventions? To destroy this place further? Or to save it?"


    Seraphina froze mid-sip, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why the fuck does that even matter?"


    "Vayne told me something interesting when we were coming back here." Thorin revealed cautiously.


    "He asked me to cover for him if anyone accused him of stealing ideas. Said he wanted me to confirm he stole them from me."


    Seraphina snorted derisively.


    "Of course he did. Nothing new there. Lies upon lies¡ªit''s all he knows."


    "No." Thorin countered firmly.


    "He didn''t steal it. Those inventions are his own. And here''s the kicker: he hasn''t sold them to anyone¡ªnot yet. Not even to me. But I already want the blueprints. I know you''re wealthy, Seraphina. Second only to the royal family, if at all. I despise them, but I can''t deny their authority. You, however, are different. Your ambitions extend beyond greed. These inventions could revolutionize agriculture, industry, the way we live¡ªfor everyone! Humans, dwarves, elves¡ªit doesn''t matter. They''ll change the world."


    "You''re defending him?" Seraphina growled, rising abruptly from her chair. She grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured herself another glass


    "After everything he''s done, you''re actually taking his side? Just because his ideas can change the world?"


    "I''m not defending him." Thorin clarified, his tone firm but measured.


    "I''m just defending his ideas. Look, I''ve lived for centuries. I''ve seen countless rulers rise and fall, empires crumble and rebuild. Trust me when I say this: those inventions aren''t for him. They''re for¡­ something bigger. Something he started to finish something. Something personal maybe."


    Seraphina inhaled the joint deeply and let out a puff,


    "So what are you suggesting? That I just let him walk around unchecked while he pretends to fix things? Let him play martyr after everything he''s done? Should I just forgive he cheated on me? Or the people he starved?"


    "I''m suggesting you give him a chance. Not for the sake of fixing anything." Thorin said evenly.


    "Just let him finish what he started. If it helps, divorce him afterward. Kill him, if that''s what you truly want. But don''t throw away the progress he''s making. Let him prove something¡ªanything¡ªbefore you decide."


    "And if he fucks this up?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fury.


    "Then kill him for it." Thorin replied simply.


    "But until then, let him try. Resent him, hate him¡ªbut don''t stop him. At least not yet. At least use him objectively."


    Seraphina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the glass once more. For a moment, she looked torn between screaming and collapsing into tears.


    Finally, she exhaled sharply, drinking the contents of her glass in one go.


    "Fine." she muttered, setting the empty glass down with deliberate care.


    Thorin smirked faintly, rising to his feet.


    "Fair enough. Sleep tight, Duchess. Try not to drink yourself into oblivion."


    As he turned to leave, Seraphina called out after him.


    "So, are you staying here for a bit until you get your precious inventions? If so, I have hundreds of rooms¡ªall big enough to accommodate you, ''Your Majesty.''"


    Thorin scoffed, glancing over his shoulder with a wry grin.


    "Formalities are only for the front, okay? Just call me Thorin. Plus, I''ll stay here until I get his blueprints. They''re worth whatever price he decides to set. That should tell you how valuable they are¡ªas well as how serious I am about seeing this through."


    With that, he exited the room, leaving Seraphina alone with her swirling emotions and half-finished bottle of whiskey.


    Use him objectively huh? How do I even do that when my heart and mind is so hurt by him?

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    Aric jolted awake, his heart pounding wildly as the remnants of a nightmare clung to him like cobwebs. In the dream, he''d been trapped between two voices¡ªSeraphina''s cold fury and his ex-wife''s, Natasha, biting accusations.


    Their words overlapped in a cacophony of blame, each syllable slicing deeper into his psyche until he couldn''t breathe.


    He sat up abruptly, drenched in sweat, his grey eyes darting around the room. The morning sun greeted Aric.


    For a moment, Aric simply stared at the ceiling, trying to steady his breathing.


    [Good morning, Administrator~!] Ivy chirped cheerfully from the holographic screen. Her usual cyberpunk aesthetic had transformed overnight into something far more sexy. \


    She now wore a sexy neko cosplay, complete with cat ears, and a tail somehow.


    Aric groaned, burying his face in his hands.


    "Seriously? This is how you greet me after that nightmare?"


    [What? You don''t like it?] she purred, literally.


    [I thought I''d spice things up a bit. Besides, you looked so tense last night¡ªI figured some visual stimulation might help.]


    "Help?" Aric snapped irritably, throwing off the silk sheets and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.


    "You''re making my life hell, Ivy."


    She giggled, clearly enjoying his discomfort. [Oh, come on. Admit it¡ªyou''re mildly amused. Maybe turned on even.]


    "No." he shot back flatly, sarcasm in his tone


    "Just ''mildly'' annoyed."


    As Aric shuffled toward the small table near the window, he noticed a bottle of whiskey sitting there.


    Alden must have placed it during the night, likely guessing that I would need a drink for my breakfast. What kind of alcoholic were you?


    But instead of reaching for it, Aric sighed heavily, picked up the bottle, and set it outside the door.


    Untouched.


    I''m not Vayne and drowning my sorrows in alcohol isn''t going to solve anything.


    Instead, he headed to the luxurious bathroom attached to his chambers. The Arkwrights spared no expense when it came to comfort, and Aric found himself grateful for the spacious bath lined with polished stone and gold fixtures.


    If this how royalty was in this age, I''d imagined my time''s royalty to have like, futuristic robot shit I didn''t even know about.


    However, his gratitude faded quickly once he stepped inside.


    The soap block provided was utilitarian at best¡ªfunctional but utterly devoid of scent or luxury. Aric wrinkled his nose, muttering under his breath about the ''lack of refinement''.


    This shit is so ASS!


    He closed his eyes, recalling the soothing aroma of lavender-scented soap from his previous life. With a flicker of Creation Magic, he manifested exactly what he envisioned: a bar of lavender-infused soap that smelled divine.


    "There!" he murmured, satisfied, as he lathered it onto his skin. The familiar scent calmed his nerves almost instantly, lifting his mood significantly.


    I guess the time here is kinda like Earth. Things were made for practical usage without the add ons. Still, it''s not that hard to add scented oil to it later on. Maybe I can sell this as well.


    But the issues didn''t end there. When brushing his teeth, he discovered the only option available was a powered toothpaste¡ªa far cry from the minty freshness he craved.


    THIS SHIT IS DISGUSTING! MY MODERN TASTEBUDS CANT HANDLE IT!


    Rolling his eyes, he used his magic again, creating a sleek toothbrush and a tube of fluoride toothpaste.


    Mmm. Better. I guess I should make some for all the people here. It might score me some brownie points.


    Finally, realizing there was no proper shampoo for his hair, he conjured that too¡ªa rich, moisturizing formula infused with subtle notes of citrus and herbs.


    Seriously how did the people before look great in photos? I guess looks can be deceiving, but Seraphina smelled nice though.


    By the time he finished bathing, Aric felt like a new man¡ªor at least closer to the person he used to be before this strange reincarnation.


    Back in his bedroom, Ivy lounged lazily on the holographic interface, still wearing her neko suit


    [Well, well] she drawled, crossing her arms smugly.


    [Looks like someone''s turning into quite the diva. Soap, shampoo, toothpaste? Really? What''s next facial cleanser? Moisturiser?]


    "I''m not a diva." Aric retorted defensively, pulling on fresh clothes.


    "I just appreciate basic hygiene products that actually work."


    [Sure, sure.] Ivy teased, rolling her eyes. [Keep telling yourself that, darling.]


    Ignoring her sarcasm, Aric focused on his next task. Realizing others in the estate might benefit from these improvements, he decided to share his creations.


    Using his Creation Magic, he produced 300 units of the same thing he used. He place the soap, shampoo, toothbrushes, and toothpaste, packing them neatly into a large bag.


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    Oh right, I have to act like the piece of shit they all know.


    Slipping back into his Vayne persona¡ªthe arrogant, domineering noble everyone expected him to be¡ªhe stormed downstairs with the bulging sack slung over his shoulder.


    Spotting Alden and Claire nearby, he barked orders without preamble.


    "You two!" he snapped, shoving the bag into Alden''s arms.


    "Take this. Inside are supplies¡ªsoap, shampoo, toothpaste, everything. Figure out how to use them yourselves, and make sure¡­"


    He hesitated briefly, softening slightly. "My wife gets some too."


    Before either of them could respond, Aric turned sharply on his heel and strode away, leaving behind bewildered servants clutching the mysterious bounty.


    Heading toward the generator site, Aric found Thorin already hard at work. The dwarf stood beside the humming device, inspecting it closely with an approving nod.


    "Morning." Aric greeted casually, approaching cautiously. "What''s all this?"


    Thorin glanced up, grinning smugly.


    "Made a few improvements while you were sleeping. Your original design was solid, but I streamlined the wiring process and added safeguards against overload. Efficiency has increased by nearly twenty percent."


    Aric blinked, impressed despite himself. "That''s incredible. How did you manage that?"


    "Centuries of experience and dwarven blood." Thorin replied simply, shrugging modestly.


    "Earth magic helps with precision, tools you left were also incredible and I''ve dealt with mechanics before. It wasn''t difficult."


    Wasn''t difficult? I had to do the prototype so many times in my mental blueprint! Thank God for one dwarf stereotype to hold true, being master builders.


    "Well, thank you." Aric said sincerely.


    "With your modifications, we can move forward faster. Speaking of which¡­"


    He paused, retrieving a book and pen from thin air using his Creation Magic. Handing them to Thorin, he added,


    "This is a gift¡ªa token of appreciation. More will follow, but you''ll have to buy those."


    Thorin raised an eyebrow, flipping through the pages curiously. They contained detailed instructions and schematics for upcoming inventions, including air conditioning units, ceiling fans and heated floors.


    Well this boy is more impressive than the crimes he did, that''s for sure.


    "Impressive." he admitted, pocketing the book carefully.


    "Rest assured, I''ll pay whatever price you set¡ªfor these blueprints."


    "Good to hear." Aric replied, smiling,


    "Now, let''s head back to the estate. There''s plenty more to do."


    Upon returning, Aric noticed several maids and butlers gathered near the kitchen, examining the contents of the bag he''d left earlier.


    Most seemed skeptical, whispering among themselves about whether the items were safe to use.


    Claire held up a bar of lavender soap uncertainly, sniffing it cautiously.


    How did he make this? The same ''creation magic'' as well?


    "It smells nice..." she admitted hesitantly, "but¡­ what if it''s poison?"


    Marguerite snorted dismissively.


    "If it were poison, he''d have died testing it first. Or worse, killed us all. Either way, it''s suspicious."


    Despite their reservations, Alden and James¡ªthe head butler¡ªdecided to give the toothpaste a try. After all, if it turned out to be harmful, they reasoned, it wouldn''t matter anyway.


    At least one of them would be rid of Vayne''s presence permanently.


    As they brushed their teeth experimentally, both men exchanged surprised glances. The minty freshness was unlike anything they''d experienced before.


    "Well," Alden muttered, spitting into the sink, "at least it tastes better."


    James nodded in agreement, unable to suppress a small smile.


    Perhaps Vayne wasn''t entirely useless after all.


    Thorin raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward the scene as they ascended the staircase.


    "What''s all that about?"


    Aric smirked, switching into his Vayne persona,


    "Ah, those are my latest creations. Claire!" he barked sharply, causing the young maid nearby to jump visibly.


    "Bring a set of supplies to Prince Thorin immediately."


    Claire hurried over, her hands trembling slightly as she handed Thorin a neatly wrapped bundle containing soap, shampoo, toothbrush, and toothpaste.


    Despite her obvious fear, she managed a curtsey before retreating quickly.


    "Thank you." Thorin said warmly, unwrapping the items with genuine curiosity. He sniffed the lavender soap approvingly, nodding in appreciation.


    "Not bad."


    Aric chuckled softly, reverting back to his normal self as they continued up the stairs.


    "Glad you like it. Figured everyone could use an upgrade from the unscented version."


    He did it again, he switch his tone and personality with the maid and me. Why Vayne?


    Thorin glanced sideways at him, his green eyes sharp with observation.


    "You''re quite skilled at switching personalities, aren''t you? You''re the old you one moment, then your new self the next. Aren''t you tired of it?"


    Aric sighed, running a hand through his damp black hair.


    "Honestly? Yeah, I am. But it''s necessary. These people hate me¡ªthey''ll never trust me if I don''t act like me before. It''s survival, Thorin. Besides, maybe someday they''ll see past the mask."


    Thorin nodded thoughtfully, choosing not to press further. Instead, he gestured toward a nearby door.


    "Lead the way. Let''s finish wiring this place up."


    They entered an experimental room located closest to the newly installed generator. The ceiling was high and vaulted, making it an ideal spot for testing larger inventions. Aric surveyed the space briefly before turning to Thorin.


    "Well." Aric began, pointing upward


    "Now we need to wire the socket properly. The wires should already be routed here from the generator¡ªyou just need to connect them."


    Thorin smirked confidently, raising his hands. With a deep breath, he focused his earth magic, manipulating the ground beneath them. Solid stone shifted seamlessly, revealing hidden conduits snaking through the walls.


    Moments later, thick copper wires dangled down from the ceiling, perfectly positioned where Aric had indicated.


    Aric stared in disbelief, his mouth agape. "How is that even possible?! You moved the entire foundation without damaging anything!"


    Thorin shrugged modestly, though pride gleamed in his eyes.


    "Earth magic is my primary ability. I can control things most wouldn''t even imagine. Now, tell me how to wire this socket."


    After a quick explanation, Aric handed Thorin the tools he made from creation magic to attach the wires securely. Meanwhile, he retrieved the blueprint for the ceiling fan from his mind, visualizing every detail with precision.


    Once satisfied, he manifested a sturdy ladder and climbed to the top, balancing precariously as he prepared to install the fan.


    "Hold this steady for me, will you?" Aric called down to Thorin, who gripped the base of the ladder firmly.


    With deft movements, Aric assembled the ceiling fan according to the blueprint, ensuring each component fit snugly. As he reached the final step¡ªattaching the blades¡ªhe grew so engrossed in the process that he lost his balance entirely.


    AUGH-


    Before he could plummet to the floor, Thorin caught him mid-air, along with the fan itself.


    "Careful there." Thorin teased, setting Aric gently on his feet.


    "Let me handle the rest. You''re clearly not cut out for heights."


    Aric laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.


    Damn this weak body.


    "Fair enough. Here¡ªlet me show you how to wire it properly."


    Under Aric''s guidance, Thorin connected the fan to the wires dangling above. When everything was secured, they stepped back to admire their handiwork.


    "Alright." Aric said, flipping the switch on the wall he already wired. The fan whirred to life, its blades spinning steadily and creating a refreshing breeze that cooled the room instantly.


    Thorin crossed his arms, thoroughly impressed. "Remarkable. Pure science, you said?"


    "Yep." Aric replied proudly.


    "No magic required once it''s powered. Just physics and engineering."


    Thorin nodded approvingly, his interest piqued.


    "And how much would you charge for all these blueprints? The air conditioning unit, the ceiling fan, everything?"


    Aric grinned mischievously. "Oh, let''s just say¡­ a price worthy of royalty. But don''t worry¡ªI''ll sell them to you first before anyone else. Consider it a gesture of goodwill."


    Thorin chuckled, shaking his head. "You drive a hard bargain. Fine. Name your price later."


    As they left the experimental room, both men felt a renewed sense of purpose. For Aric, it was proof that his ideas could work¡ªnot just theoretically but practically.


    For Thorin, it was confirmation that humanity might still hold untapped potential, bridging gaps between races long divided by mistrust.


    Outside, the estate buzzed quietly with activity. Maids whispered among themselves about the strange new products Vayne had distributed, while Alden and James exchanged cautious smiles after discovering the joys of modern hygiene.

 I will never get forgiveness.

    The next day after testing further, Thorin and Aric stood outside Seraphina''s private office, their footsteps echoing faintly in the marble corridor. As they waited for her to acknowledge their presence, Aric turned inward, silently summoning Ivy within his mind.


    Ivy. he called mentally.


    Explain the economics of this world. How does currency work? What are the values?


    [Oh, darling.] Ivy replied with enthusiasm, lounging lazily in her holographic form.


    [Glad you finally asked. Let''s break it down]


    [Bronze Coins: Worth the least, used primarily by commoners for everyday purchases like food or basic supplies.


    Silver Coins: Used by merchants and lower nobility for larger transactions; roughly equivalent to a month''s wages for skilled laborers.


    Gold Sovereigns: Reserved for the wealthy elite¡ªnobles, royalty, and high-ranking officials. One gold sovereign equals 100 silver coins or 10,000 bronze coins.


    Notes (Banknotes): Only the richest nobles and royals possess these. They''re essentially promissory notes backed by immense wealth stored in vaults. Each note represents hundreds of thousands in gold sovereigns and is rarely exchanged physically¡ªit''s more symbolic than practical]


    Aric nodded internally, absorbing the information quickly. With this knowledge fresh in his mind, he remembers the debts he has to clear.


    Debtor: House Arkwright


    Creditor: Lady Callista Duval


    Amount Owed: 500,000 gold sovereigns


    Due Date: Six months prior (already overdue)


    Purpose: "Funding for trade expansion into eastern territories."


    Debtor: House Arkwright


    Creditor: Crown Regent Lord Edmond Greaves


    Amount Owed: 2 million gold sovereigns


    Due Date: Three months remaining


    Purpose: "Reconstruction of war-torn estates following border skirmishes."


    And then there were countless smaller debts that were all from different people with the total sum exceeded 3 million gold sovereigns.


    Nearly 6 million gold he has to get back.


    Aric turned to Thorin, he spoke softly,


    "I''ve decided on pricing for nobles. Generator: 500k gold sovereigns. Power grid: 450k. Air conditioning units, ceiling fans, refrigerator and blender¡ªall individually 300k each. If you buy everything together, I''ll offer a discounted rate: 2 million gold coins¡ªor its equivalent in notes."


    Thorin raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Aric''s business acumen.


    "Bold move." he remarked dryly.


    "But fair enough. Let''s see how your wife reacts."


    Inside her office, Seraphina glared at the shadow tendrils snaking along the walls, confirming who awaited her outside. Her jaw tightened when she recognized the familiar silhouette of her husband¡ªand the towering figure of Prince Thorin Stonefist beside him.


    Snatching up the ledger she''d been reviewing, she signed off one last entry before calling out sharply,


    "Evelyn! Open the door!"


    Moments later, Evelyn opens the door, ushering Thorin and Aric inside. Seraphina sat regally behind her desk, her blue eyes icy as she regarded them both.


    Aric stepped forward, threading carefully between respect and caution. He avoided meeting her gaze directly, focusing instead on the polished surface of her desk.


    Huh it actually looks nice (it isn''t)


    "Your Grace." he began, his tone formal


    "We propose a contract¡ªan agreement between House Arkwright and Prince Thorin regarding the sale of certain inventions. All copyrights will belong exclusively to you. Additionally, I will designate whoever you wish as the official inventor. This is not about recognition¡ªit''s about repayment."


    Thorin arched an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Seraphina.


    "Why wouldn''t want your name in there?" he echoed skeptically.


    "Sounds unnecessary to be honest. Why hide your contributions?"


    Seraphina interjected coldly, her voice dripping with disdain.


    "I have to agree with the prince and also humility doesn''t suit you. And besides, such notions hold weight in our world. So I''ll use you."


    Despite their objections, Aric pressed on, unfazed.


    "The terms are simple. Individually, each item costs between 300k to 500k gold sovereigns. Together, the full package¡ªlike the generator, power grid, air conditioning units, ceiling fans, blender and refrigerator¡ªis priced at 2 million gold coins¡ªor its equivalent in notes. You''ll receive all blueprints, free to use within your region. Should you sell them elsewhere, House Arkwright is entitled to royalties."


    As Seraphina and Thorin delved into the intricacies of the contract, Aric found himself lost in thought. His gaze drifted toward Seraphina, taking in her striking features¡ªthe way how smooth her silver hair looks, the face of a beauty, the intensity of her blue eyes.


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    She was breathtakingly beautiful, commanding respect with every movement.


    What could possibly be more beautiful than her? he wondered bitterly.


    How could Vayne cheat on someone like this¡ªwith Lady Callista Duval, no less? Was it worth destroying everything for mere infidelity? Was her pussy that good? I genuinely don''t get it. She''s objectively hot, pretty, beautiful and sexy.


    After nearly an hour of negotiation, the terms were finalized. Thorin handed over the payment¡ªtwo banknotes from his kingdom. representing millions of gold sovereigns¡ªbefore collecting the blueprints Aric had promised.


    Satisfied, he excused himself, leaving Seraphina and Aric alone in the office.


    Once Thorin departed, Seraphina dismissed Evelyn with a curt wave of her hand. The moment they were alone, she rounded on Aric, her fury palpable, her shadow tendrils writhing violently around her like serpents ready to strike.


    "So you got some money now. Do you think this make up for everything?" she spat venomously, slamming her palms against the desk hard enough to rattle the inkwell.


    "Selling inventions? Not wanting your name? Really? Do you honestly believe that some fancy gadgets will erase the damage you''ve caused¡ªthe lives you''ve ruined? Let me remind since you have ''amnesia''."


    Aric flinched visibly, his shoulders sagging under the weight of her words.


    "Gambling away my fortune was the first." she continued, her voice rising with each accusation.


    "Starving entire villages during winter because of your incompetence. Committing arson. Buying slaves off the black market¡ªyes, I know about that one. Did you think I wouldn''t find out? Or how about hiring prostitutes and throwing orgies in our guest halls while I was stuck covering your debts? Taking drugs Vayne! You brought dealers into our home to add on, poisoning servants who trusted us. And then there''s the indirect killings¡ªthe merchant families who lost everything because of your swindling schemes. People died because of you. Children starved to death Vayne! All so you could fund your disgusting habits."


    Her voice cracked slightly as she leaned forward, gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white.


    "Cheating on me with that bitch Callista. Humiliating me publicly, betraying me personally. How does someone sink so low? I waited for you to be ready and this is what you have done. Does it jog your memory hmm?"


    Aric felt bile rise in his throat. Each word cut deeper than any blade ever could.


    He wanted to defend himself¡ªto scream that he wasn''t Vayne¡ªbut what good would it do?


    Instead, he stood there silently, trembling as the full scope of Vayne''s depravity sank in. His amnesia may have shielded him from remembering these atrocities firsthand, but hearing them now was almost worse.


    It made him sick to his stomach.


    Fuck, this body is irredeemable. Not only cheating, but everything else under the sun? At least there''s no assaults yet. Not like that''s any better.


    [You don''t deserve this degrading.] Ivy whispered solemnly in his mind, her usual sarcasm replaced by genuine sympathy.


    [None of this is your fault.]


    But Aric couldn''t stop the tears that began streaming down his face.


    They came unbidden, hot and relentless, blurring his vision as he tried¡ªand failed¡ªto hold himself together.


    Seraphina noticed immediately. She stepped closer, grabbing his collars roughly and forcing him to face her. When he still refused to meet her gaze, she grabbed his chin, tilting his head upward until their eyes met.


    "What''s wrong, Vayne?" she demanded coldly,


    "Why aren''t you fighting back like you used to? Where''s the arrogance? The recklessness? Are you acting like some two-faced goody piece fuck face now?"


    Aric choked back a sob, unable to hold back any longer.


    Two faced? I''m two faced!?


    "I''m not him!" he whispered hoarsely, his grey eyes reflecting pain, exhaustion, and an overwhelming sense of despair.


    "I don''t want to fight. I just¡­ I just want to fix things¡ªto make amends for what I''ve done."


    Seraphina just look at him. Her anger is at an all time high but she couldn''t help but notice the streams coming down his face.


    The Vayne before would''ve never regret anything nor cry like this.


    Could Vayne truly be different? Or was this just another elaborate fa?ade designed to deceive me?


    She shoved him backward, "You''re manipulating me again, aren''t you? Pretending to care, pretending to change¡ªall just to buy yourself more time. Well, it won''t work!"


    Something deep inside Aric shattered at those words. The glimmer of hope he''d clung to¡ªthat maybe, just maybe, he could redeem himself¡ªwas extinguished in an instant.


    Any effort I make would always be seen as manipulation or a trick. There was no redemption for me, not in her eyes.


    With tears streaming down his face, he finally had enough.


    "I''ll finish all the debts!" he said brokenly, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions.


    "Every single one. Just¡­ please, never stop hating me. Torture me, make my life a living hell¡ªit doesn''t matter. Just let me finish fixing what I broke."


    "No." Seraphina shot back harshly, her voice trembling with rage and lingering doubt.


    "You''re trying to manipulate me again. Stop lying, Vayne! Monsters don''t change."


    That was it. That final crack in his fragile resolve sent him over the edge. Pushing her hand away roughly, he turned to leave, desperate to escape the suffocating tension in the room. But Seraphina wasn''t about to let him go that easily.


    Her tendril shot out, wrapping tightly around his ankle and yanking him backward. He stumbled, falling hard onto the floor, his forehead slamming against the floor. Blood trickled down his forehead, staining his pale skin with his own blood.


    [Aric!] Ivy exclaimed worriedly, her holographic form flickering anxiously beside him.


    [Are you alright?]


    Ignoring the searing pain, Aric manifested a sword using his Creation Magic and sliced through the tendril holding him down. Rising unsteadily to his feet, he looked at Seraphina one last time, his tear-streaked face filled with anguish.


    "I''m so sorry for everything." he whispered brokenly before turning and fleeing the room, blood dripping onto the pristine marble behind him.


    Unbeknownst to either of them, Thorin hadn''t left. Standing in the shadows of the corridor outside Seraphina''s office, he''d heard every word of their argument.


    As Aric ran past him, clutching his bleeding forehead, Thorin remained silent, watching the young man retreat with pity.


    The crimes committed by Vayne are unforgivable. Thorin mused somberly, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.


    But the man standing before me now¡­ he''s different. Changed overnight, it seems. Like two entirely separate souls inhabit the same body.


    He shook his head slowly,


    Whatever else might happen, one thing was certain: Vayne''s journey was far from over.


    Back in his chambers, Aric slammed the door shut and locked it firmly behind him. Collapsing onto the bed, he buried his face in a pillow, letting the sobs rack his body uncontrollably.


    No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I will never be forgiven¡ªnot by Seraphina, not by anyone. The sins of Vayne is fucking disgusting, heavy yet it is stuck to me like a second skin, impossible to shed.


    [Hey, hey..] Ivy murmured softly


    [You''re stronger than this, darling. Don''t let her hatred define you.]


    But Aric couldn''t respond.


    All he could do was cry, the weight of Vayne''s sins crushing him completely.

 Hey buddy, lets build something.

    The silence in Seraphina''s office was deafening after Aric fled, leaving behind only the faint metallic tang of blood and the lingering echo of his anguished words.


    She stared at the sword he had conjured¡ªa weapon that didn''t exist moments before¡ªher mind racing with conflicting emotions. Her tendrils writhed angrily around her, reforming where they had been severed by his blade.


    She turned slowly to face Evelyn, who stood silently near the doorway, having witnessed the entire exchange without uttering a single word.


    "Evelyn." Seraphina began, her voice low but laced with unease, "How can a man like that cry?"


    Evelyn hesitated, clearly weighing her response carefully. When she finally spoke, her tone was measured yet thoughtful.


    "Your Grace¡­ perhaps it''s really the amnesia. If he truly doesn''t remember committing those crimes, then maybe he''s genuinely horrified by them. But¡­"


    She paused, glancing toward the streaks of blood trailing across the marble floor.


    "¡­there''s also a high possibility he''s faking it¡ªto gain our sympathy."


    Seraphina frowned, her gaze darkening as she processed Evelyn''s words.


    "And the sword?" she pressed sharply.


    "Explain that. My husband should have no magic, yet he created something out of thin air. How is that possible?"


    He did mention he has this ''Creation Magic'' but he is supposed to be magicless no? But that wouldn''t explain the complex generator either or all his other blueprints... She thought to herself.


    Evelyn exhaled softly, crossing her arms over her chest.


    "It suggests he''s hiding things from us, Your Grace. Whether it''s genuine power or some form of manipulation, we can''t afford to trust him blindly."


    Seraphina nodded, though doubt lingered beneath her stern exterior.


    Was that piece of shit telling the truth? He really has creation magic? She remarked in her head.


    Turning away, she noticed a small bundle sitting neatly on the corner of her desk¡ªthe soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, and shampoo Aric had distributed earlier.


    Picking up the lavender-scented bar of soap, she sniffed it cautiously, her brow furrowing slightly.


    It smells...nice.


    "Is this poison?" she asked bluntly, holding the item out for Evelyn to inspect.


    "No, Your Grace." Evelyn replied evenly.


    "Everyone has used them already. The smell, taste, and freshness are¡­ quite pleasant, actually. Nice even. James admitted the minty toothpaste was far superior to whatever we have been using."


    Seraphina stared at the items in silence, her fingers tightening reflexively around the soap. For all his faults¡ªor perhaps because of them¡ªVayne remained an enigma.


    Is he trying to make amends? No, it has be to some manipulation. Some trick.


    She set the soap back down, dismissing the thought for now.


    The next evening, Thorin approached Aric''s chamber, his massive frame casting long shadows along the hallway. Before knocking, he noted the untouched tray of food outside the door¡ªand the unopened bottle of whiskey beside it.


    Food and alcohol huh?


    Curiosity piqued, he rapped firmly against the wood.


    When there was no immediate answer, Thorin checked if it was locked and knowing it wasn''t, Thorin pushed the door open himself, peeking inside cautiously.


    What he found surprised him.


    Aric sat cross-legged on the bed, idly twisting a Rubik''s Cube between his hands. His grey eyes were hollow, devoid of the spark Thorin had grown accustomed to seeing.


    Despite the playful nature of the puzzle, there was an unmistakable weight pressing down on him¡ªa heaviness that made Thorin hesitate before speaking.


    "You haven''t eaten." Thorin observed gruffly, stepping fully into the room.


    "Or touched the whiskey. Not exactly the behaviour I''d expect from someone like you."


    Aric glanced up briefly, offering a weak shrug. "Not hungry. Besides, alcohol solves nothing."


    Thorin arched an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself.


    "Fair enough. But what about this?" He gestured toward the cube. "How does it work?"


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    "It''s simple." Aric replied absently, continuing to rotate the colourful squares.


    "Each side represents a different colour. The goal is to align all the pieces so each face matches perfectly. It''s¡­ soothing, in a way."


    Thorin studied him closely, noting the emptiness in his expression.


    "You seem¡­ different today. Hollow."


    Aric chuckled bitterly, setting the cube aside.


    "That obvious, huh? Guess I''m not as good at pretending anymore."


    Thorin leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest.


    "Who are you, lad? Really. And how can you switch personalities so effortlessly?"


    Aric met his gaze, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I don''t think you''d believe me if I told you."


    "Try me."


    After a long pause, Aric sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled black hair.


    "Fine. The truth is¡­ I''m not Vayne. Not really. I woke up in this body days ago with no memory of who he was¡ªor what he did. Everything you see now is just me trying to survive in a world I don''t understand."


    Thorin listened intently, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the confession. While skepticism lingered, he chose not to press further.


    You woke up in your own body? How does that even work? Is this Vayne not him? If that''s the case, maybe the body really has two souls.


    Instead, he changed the subject, opting for lighter territory.


    "What about the cube?" he asked again, gesturing toward the Rubik''s Cube.


    "Show me how it works."


    Aric obliged, explaining the mechanics of the puzzle while demonstrating its functionality. As he spoke, some semblance of life returned to his eyes¡ªa fleeting reminder of the brilliance Thorin admired.


    Once satisfied, Thorin smirked, clapping his hands together.


    "Alright. Enough distractions. Show me this air conditioning stuff and heated floors you mentioned earlier in the blueprints. Let''s renovate your room with it."


    Aric blinked, caught off guard by the sudden suggestion. "Why are you doing this? Why help me?"


    Thorin shrugged nonchalantly,


    "Hmm, well, the you right now is quite hard to hate. Besides, I adore building stuff¡ªit''s the dwarf in me."


    Despite himself, Aric managed a faint smile.


    Thorin wasted no time getting to work. With a deep breath, he extended both hands toward the floor, his earth magic rippling outward like waves across water. Solid stone shifted seamlessly beneath their feet, revealing hidden conduits snaking through the walls from the kitchen wiring they''d installed earlier.


    Moments later, thick copper wires dangled neatly beside the door of Aric''s chamber¡ªperfectly positioned for connection.


    Aric crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he watched Thorin flex his unparalleled control over earth magic.


    "Show-off." he muttered under his breath,


    "Jealousy doesn''t suit you, lad" Thorin teased, smirking confidently.


    "Besides, you''re the one who conjures things out of thin air."


    True to his word, Aric reached into his waistband and manifested a three-pin plug along with a screwdriver. Tossing them onto the bed, he gestured toward the wires.


    "You already know how this works. Let''s get started."


    Together, they extended the wires further into the room, positioning them strategically near the wall where the air conditioning unit would eventually face the bed. As Thorin handled the wiring, Aric retrieved the detailed blueprint of the air conditioner from his mind, visualizing every component with precision.


    "Before we install it," Aric explained, pointing to the diagram, "we need to create an exhaust outside the room. Otherwise, all the hot air will just circulate back inside instead of being expelled properly."


    Thorin nodded thoughtfully, clearly impressed by the technicality of the design.


    "Makes sense. So what''s next?"


    Aric didn''t respond immediately. Instead, he focused intently, channelling his Creation Magic to bring the intricate machine described in the blueprint to life.


    Within moments, a sleek air conditioning unit materialized before them¡ªa masterpiece of engineering combined with aesthetics. Its polished surface gleamed faintly in the dim light of the room.


    "Now this is impressive." Thorin admitted, inspecting the device closely.


    "Alright. Teach me how to wire it up."


    Using the ladder conveniently stored in Aric''s room, Thorin climbed up to handle the installation while Aric guided him step-by-step. Each connection was made with meticulous care, ensuring the system functioned flawlessly once activated.


    When it came time to install the exhaust, Thorin demonstrated yet another level of mastery over his abilities. Reaching out with his earth magic, he pulled a pillar of solid stone upward from the ground outside the window.


    With effortless precision, he flattened and shaped it into a stable platform several stories high, creating the perfect spot for mounting the exhaust vent.


    As they finalized the setup, Aric couldn''t help but marvel at Thorin''s adaptability.


    For someone unfamiliar with modern technology days ago, Thorin sure learns fast.


    "All done." Thorin announced triumphantly, stepping back to admire their handiwork.


    "Let''s see if your mini-winter contraption actually works."


    With a flick of the switch, the air conditioner roared to life, emitting a steady stream of cool air that filled the room almost instantly. Aric felt the chill wash over him, momentarily forgetting the weight of his sadness.


    He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.


    "This is incredible!" he told, running a hand through his hair.


    "I can''t believe it actually worked!"


    Thorin chuckled warmly, ruffling Aric''s hair affectionately.


    "Your stuff is cool, pun intended. I''ll buy this later, no question about it. It''s like having a piece of winter whenever you want. Efficient, practical, and downright genius."


    Turning their attention to the heated floors blueprint, the task became significantly more complex. Unlike the straightforward mechanics of the air conditioner, the heated floor system required careful integration of heating elements beneath the floorboards without compromising structural integrity.


    "This one''s trickier." Aric admitted, pulling up another set of blueprints using his Creation Magic.


    "We need to embed coils underneath the flooring, connected to a central thermostat controller. These coils generate heat evenly throughout the space when powered."


    Thorin studied the schematics carefully, nodding slowly.


    "Got it. But won''t embedding these coils damage the existing structure?"


    "Not if we do it right, your magic and my knowledge, we can make sure of it." Aric replied confidently.


    "Your earth magic comes in handy again. You''ll need to lift sections of the floor temporarily so we can install the coils without causing permanent harm."


    Thorin grinned, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "Okay. Let''s try it."


    Working together, they began the painstaking process of lifting portions of the marble flooring, installing the coiled heating elements, and reconnecting everything seamlessly afterward. Thorin''s precision ensured minimal disruption, while Aric''s expertise guaranteed optimal functionality.


    After hours of laborious effort, the final connections were secured at 11pm. Flipping the switch on the thermostat controller, the room gradually warmed to a comfortable temperature, radiating gentle heat through the floor.


    Thorin crouched down, pressing a hand against the newly heated surface.


    "Feels even better than sitting by a fire!" he remarked approvingly.


    "And much safer too. No risk of burning the place down."


    Aric smiled faintly, exhaustion creeping into his features. "Yeah¡­ worth every second of frustration."


    Thank you Thorin. For helping me.

 The Estate of Lavender

    Aric glanced out the window, watching the stars begin to twinkle faintly in the dark sky. Turning back to Thorin, he hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously,


    "Do you think I could borrow a couple of your dwarves? Not just for today¡ªbut to help install electricity, heated floors, and lights across the entire estate? I think it will be for months."


    Thorin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the request.


    "Ambitious, aren''t you? But sure¡ªwhy not? You''ll need skilled hands if you want this place wired up properly and I can''t be here forever. The Stonefist kingdom need their prince."


    Aric nodded gratefully, already pulling up another detailed blueprint using his Creation Magic. This time, it depicted a fluorescent light¡ªa sleek, cylindrical design that glowed softly in his mental visualization.


    He explained its mechanics meticulously: how electrical currents passed through gas-filled tubes to emit bright, efficient illumination. For those unfamiliar with pure science principles, he included an alternative method involving quartz-infused magic to amplify the glow.


    "Science or magic¡ªit works either way." Aric concluded, handing the blueprint over to Thorin.


    "Pick whichever suits your team best."


    Thorin studied the schematic closely, nodding approvingly.


    "Impressive. Alright, let''s test one here first."


    Without hesitation, Thorin climbed the ladder once more, expertly positioning himself near the ceiling. With deft movements, he extended the wiring further along the wall, carefully avoiding interference with the spinning blades of the ceiling fan above.


    Meanwhile, Aric worked below, fixing another socket into place and ensuring all connections were secure.


    Once Thorin descended, Aric flipped the switch on the newly installed light fixture. Instantly, the room was bathed in a warm, radiant glow, banishing the shadows of the night entirely.


    The night is now gone thanks to this light. No usage of magic too. Incredible. Safer than gas lamps, safer than fire magic.


    Thorin crossed his arms, surveying the result with satisfaction.


    "Perfect. Now, about those dwarves¡ªyou can have a few of my best workers and some apprentices. They wield earth magic too, though none are quite as precise as me. Still, they''ll get the job done."


    He reached into his pocket, retrieving two crisp banknotes and handing them to Aric.


    "Consider this payment for showing that the air conditioner, heated floors works and also the lighting. Two notes should cover everything."


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    Aric stared at the currency in his hand, marvelling at its intricate design. Each note bore the emblem of the dwarven kingdom¡ªa towering mountain encircled by runes¡ªand was printed on durable parchment infused with traces of gold thread.


    It felt surreal to hold something so valuable, especially given the circumstances.


    "Thank you..." Aric said sincerely, tucking the notes away carefully.


    Thorin clapped him on the shoulder, his voice softening slightly.


    "Believe in yourself, boy. Your past crimes may be irredeemable, but your inventions? Spectacular. And the person you are now is a far cry from who you used to be. Change isn''t impossible¡ªit''s guaranteed if you fight for it."


    Aric swallowed hard, feeling a lump rise in his throat.


    For someone like Thorin¡ªa centuries-old prince hardened by war and history¡ªto offer such encouragement meant alot.


    "Tomorrow." Thorin added firmly,


    "We''ll finalize the formal contracts. Until then¡­"


    He gestured toward the bed. "Make me a bed right here. Your room has the ''air conditioner'' and I rather enjoy the cold."


    ''''Sure thing prince.''''


    Chuckling faintly, Aric manifested a comfortable bed using his Creation Magic, complete with plush blankets and pillows. Thorin settled in without complaint, closing his eyes almost immediately.


    "Goodnight." he murmured sleepily. "Don''t stay up too late brooding."


    Meanwhile, downstairs in the grand dining hall, Seraphina sat at the head of the table, surrounded by her household staff. Everyone appeared unusually relaxed, their usual tension replaced by quiet chatter and shared smiles.


    What struck her most, however, was the scent lingering in the air¡ªa soft, calming aroma of lavender that seemed to emanate from every corner of the room.


    Curious, she glanced around, noticing that nearly everyone present had used the same soap, shampoo, and toothpaste Aric had distributed earlier.


    Even Evelyn, seated nearby, smelled faintly of minty freshness.


    Seraphina sighed inwardly, realizing she herself wasn''t immune to the trend. Earlier that evening, she''d reluctantly tried the lavender-scented soap¡ªand found it surprisingly pleasant.


    Now, sitting amidst her servants, she couldn''t deny the subtle unifying effect it had created.


    "This ploy of manipulation." she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.


    Yet despite her skepticism and hatred, she couldn''t ignore the undeniable improvement in morale.


    Everyone here looks better, smells better and I bet they even tasted that mint toothpaste. It''s nice, I don''t think it''s food but I wouldn''t have mind it anyways. Still what is your goal Vayne? Making everyone like you through petty things?


    Is this all your creation magic is worth for? Soaps? Shampoos? Toothpaste? Toothtbrushes? Then again...he did make that generator thing and also the fridge thing. The meat didn''t go bad as he said to Darius before...


    Deciding to test the waters, she addressed the group bluntly.


    "Alright, everyone. Be honest. What do you think of my¡­ husband''s gifts?"


    The room fell silent for a moment before James, the head butler, spoke up hesitantly.


    "Well, Your Grace¡­ the soap smells divine, and the toothpaste leaves a refreshing taste. It''s certainly better than what we''re accustomed to."


    Claire chimed in nervously, clutching her hands tightly.


    "I-I agree, Your Grace. The shampoo makes my hair feel softer, and the scent lasts longer than anything I''ve ever used."


    Marguerite nodded in agreement,


    "It''s practical and luxurious¡ªa rare combination. Even if it''s part of some scheme, Your Grace, it''s effective."


    Seraphina leaned back in her chair, absorbing their feedback silently. Internally, she admitted to herself


    Perhaps there''s merit to these creations after all. Manipulation or not, they''ve brought a measure of comfort to the household. Maybe he''s trying to make amends. Or more likely, trying to manipulate everyone here. But still what''s with all this petty things?


    If he could create anything, why not drugs? Alcohol? Just like the person I know. Not this practically saint person.


    But aloud, she simply said,


    "Very well. Continue using them if you wish. Just remember¡ªthey''re likely poisoned with hidden agendas."

 Thorin, My Bro

    The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Seraphina''s office, casting golden streaks across the polished marble floor. Aric entered cautiously, Thorin following close behind him.


    The room was already occupied by Alden, who stood near the desk holding two items: a bottle of whiskey and a steaming pot of tea.


    Aric hesitated for only a moment before rejecting the whiskey with a polite shake of his head¡ªa gesture that didn''t go unnoticed. Instead, he reached for the teapot, pouring himself a cup and murmuring a quiet "Thank you" as he took it into the room.


    It was a small action, but one loaded with symbolism.


    Was this Vayne trying to change? Or just another move?


    Claire slipped past them, her presence marked by the faint scent of lavender soap¡ªan aroma now familiar throughout the estate. Even Seraphina carried its trace today, something Ivy immediately picked up on within Aric''s mind.


    [Oh no-] Ivy teased dramatically,


    [Your wife smells like your soap now. What does that mean? Are we winning hearts through hygiene products?]


    Aric suppressed a groan, keeping his expression neutral as they settled into their seats.


    No shit, man. I didn''t think she actually used it. Does that mean anything? Probably not. Knowing her, she''s probably plotting my demise while smelling like lavender.


    With everyone seated, the conversation turned serious once more. Aric placed the banknotes Thorin had given him the previous night onto Seraphina''s desk, sliding them toward her carefully.


    "This is part of the buyout." he explained calmly. "Formality and bookkeeping."


    Seraphina eyed the notes briefly before nodding curtly. Her shadow tendrils writhed slightly around her, betraying her simmering tension despite her composed exterior.


    Together, they finalized the remaining details of the contract: rights, royalties, usage permissions¡ªall meticulously documented.


    Thorin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest.


    "Now, about the installation team. I''ll bring a group of dwarves here within a week. They''ll handle wiring the entire estate with electricity, heated floors, and lighting systems."


    "I''ll provide them space, salary, and supervision." Seraphina interjected sharply


    "But make no mistake¡ªthis is my...husband''s work . If anyone questions ownership, they''ll answer to me."


    Her emphasis on the word "husband" sent a chill down Aric''s spine. He could see the internal battle raging within her¡ªfighting every fiber of her being not to strangle him or scream at him in public. Yet, she maintained her composure, her blue eyes icy as ever.


    As the meeting drew to a close, Aric hesitated momentarily before broaching a sensitive topic. Clearing his throat, he spoke softly, choosing his words carefully. He had come up with a plan for the next step when Thorin leaves.


    Despite having a literal S rating for his IQ however, maybe he turned it off. Because the next words that came out of his mouth were nothing short of stupidity.


    "There''s¡­ one more thing." he began, glancing between Seraphina and Thorin.


    Ivy''s warnings blared loudly in his mind almost instantly.


    [Aric, stop talking right now! You''re walking straight into a death trap!]


    "I want to invite Lady Callista Duval here¡ªto pay off our debt to her."


    "We can offer her the generator, lighting, and ceiling fan¡ªor, if that''s absolutely out of the question, we could host a bidding war. Either way, I believe settling the debt will remove her influence permanently."


    Ivy''s warnings blared loudly in his mind almost instantly.


    [Oh my god. You''re so cooked Aric! YOU''RE FUCKED DUDE!]


    Seraphina shadow tendrils shot out violently, aimed directly at Aric''s throat.


    Shi- Aric screamed as he was about to manifest a shield.


    But Thorin acted swiftly, intercepting the attack with an earth-magic-coated fist. The tendril shattered harmlessly against his grip, leaving a faint crackle of residual energy in the air.


    "Calm down, Seraphina." Thorin said firmly, his tone authoritative yet measured.


    "Let the boy explain himself."


    Aric froze, terror gripping him as he instinctively looked away from Seraphina''s murderous glare.


    IM SAVED! THANK YOU THORIN!


    Swallowing hard, he pressed on, his voice trembling slightly.


    "I know I cheated on you with her" he admitted brokenly,


    "And I understand how much that hurt you. But if we settle this debt, she''ll have no reason to stay involved in our lives. I promise¡ªI''ll finish paying her off, and then she''ll be gone forever. Look, you can even supervise everything. Be present during negotiations, choose the location, decide who attends¡ªit''s all up to you. We could even go to her estate if you prefer."


    For a long moment, Seraphina said nothing. Finally, she exhaled sharply, leaning back in her chair.


    The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Fine." she snapped coldly, her voice dripping with venom.


    "But on my terms. Location, timing, attendees¡ªall decisions are mine alone. And don''t think for a second this changes anything between us."


    Without warning, a second tendril shot out, grabbing Aric''s chin and forcing him to look directly at her.


    Her blue eyes burned with fury as she hissed,


    "If you ever so much as breathe in her direction, consider yourself dead."


    Why does she have to look so hot even though she''s angry. Aric thought to himself but Ivy facepalmed herself hearing this.


    Thorin released the remnants of her first tendril, stepping back slightly.


    He clapped a reassuring hand on Aric''s shoulder, his deep voice cutting through the tension.


    "Well," he remarked dryly "let''s hope you don''t mess this up, boy."


    As they exited the office together, Aric let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the confrontation.


    Turning to Thorin, he managed a smile.


    "Thank you." he murmured sincerely. "For stepping in back there."


    Thorin shrugged nonchalantly, though his green eyes held a hint of warmth.


    "Don''t mention it. Just try not to get yourself killed before the job''s done, alright?"


    He gave Aric''s shoulder a firm squeeze before heading off, leaving the young inventor alone in the hallway.


    After the tense meeting with Seraphina and Thorin, Aric retreated to his room, his heart still racing from the near-death experience. He collapsed onto the bed frame he''d created for Thorin earlier, frowning slightly as he recalled their impromptu "sleepover."


    They''d stayed up late into the night discussing everything from engineering principles to philosophical musings to even Aric real name and identity.¡ªan unexpected bonding session that left Aric feeling oddly comforted.


    Well that''s a story for another time.


    But now, alone with his thoughts, he turned his focus once more.


    Staring at the bed frame, he addressed Ivy silently.


    "Creation Magic allows me to manifest whatever I can perceive or imagine, right?" he asked, his tone thoughtful.


    [Yes?] Ivy replied cautiously, tilting her head in curiosity.


    [Why? What are you thinking, Administrator?]


    Instead of answering verbally, Aric closed his eyes, concentrating intensely on the bed frame before him. Rather than simply creating it¡ªa feat he''d done countless times¡ªhe focused on dismantling it matter by matter.


    Every atom, every particle composing the structure dissolved under his mental command, breaking down into its most fundamental components until nothing remained.


    When he opened his eyes, the bed was gone.


    Ivy stared at the empty space in stunned silence before exploding into animated excitement.


    [Holy- HOLY shit!] she exclaimed, pulling up a glowing notification bar seemingly out of thin air.


    [You¡­ you just unlocked a sub-ability! Matter Manipulation! This is huge!]


    Before Aric could process her words, Ivy paused mid-celebration, tilting her head as she picked up her phone for a phone call. After a moment, she nodded absently, responding aloud.


    [Uh huh¡­ yeah¡­ really? Uh huh, okay.] She turned back to Aric,


    [Well, congratulations, darling. Your fridge invention has earned you another heroic title.]


    Aric blinked, momentarily confused. "My fridge? Seriously?"


    [Don''t question it.] Ivy teased, waving the notification bar dramatically in front of him.


    [Behold!]


    Title Unlocked:


    The Keeper of Preservation


    (For revolutionizing food storage and preventing spoilage across races)


    As the title registered, Aric felt a surge of energy course through him¡ªhis mana reserves expanding noticeably, his IQ ticking upward, and his control over Creation Magic becoming even sharper.


    The boost was undeniable, leaving him invigorated and eager to experiment further.


    Moments later, Aric descended the grand staircase, spotting Thorin near the entrance hall. The towering dwarf stood surrounded by several servants, exchanging warm farewells before turning to leave.


    Catching sight of Aric approaching, the servants all left in a hurry but Thorin offered a broad grin, extending his hand.


    "Well, bro." he said warmly, gripping Aric''s hand firmly in farewell.


    "It seems you''ve got quite the journey ahead of you."


    Aric winced slightly as their hands met¡ªthe pressure sending a sharp throb through his fingers.


    This man is way too strong for his own good.


    Thorin noticed immediately, chuckling softly.


    "Still got some work to do on your durability, eh?" he remarked


    "Don''t worry about it. Keep pushing yourself, and you''ll achieve greatness. Just remember¡ªyou''re bridging gaps between humanity and dwarves in ways no one thought possible."


    He gestured toward the bag slung over his shoulder, filled with blueprints and schematics.


    "With all these inventions, I''ve got plenty of renovations to oversee back home. Thank you, Vayne¡ªor should I say, Aric? Either way, you''ve made quite the impression."


    Aric smiled faintly, rubbing his sore hand as Thorin stepped outside. Before disappearing entirely, the prince glanced back, offering one final piece of advice.


    "I''ll visit occasionally to check on your progress. Until then, keep doing great things, boy."


    Ivy materialized in the screen again, practically bouncing with excitement.


    [Guess what, Administrator? You''ve levelled up again! Congrats, you''re now Level 10!]


    Aric raised an eyebrow, intrigued. What''s different this time?


    [Oh, just a little cosmetic upgrade¡ªand another title, of course!] Ivy chirped, pulling up his updated status screen.


    Status Screen Updated:


    Frame colour shifts from standard white to shimmering gold¡ªa visual indicator of significant growth.


    New Title Unlocked:


    The Bridge Between Races


    (For fostering collaboration and innovation between humans and dwarves)


    Aric felt a swell of pride as he absorbed the new accolade. It wasn''t just about personal achievements anymore; it was about creating connections¡ªbuilding bridges where none had existed before.


    Later that evening, Aric wandered into the bustling kitchen, drawn by the faint hum of activity and the savoury aroma of spices wafting through the air.


    The head cook, a burly man named Darius , stood supervising his team as they prepared dinner for the household staff. Pots simmered on stoves, knives clattered against cutting boards, and the room buzzed with quiet efficiency.


    Aric approached cautiously, his gaze drifting toward the sleek refrigerator tucked neatly in the corner. Its metallic surface gleamed under the warm glow of lanterns, standing out starkly amidst the rustic charm of the kitchen.


    Opening the door, he couldn''t help but marvel at how full it was¡ªrows of neatly arranged meats, vegetables, and dairy products lined the shelves, preserved perfectly thanks to his invention.


    "You." Darius called gruffly, pointing a ladle in Aric''s direction.


    "Your invention of this¡­ ''fridge,'' as you call it, is rather useful."


    Aric turned to face him, "Oh? Does that mean you''ve tested it?"


    Darius nodded, setting the ladle down on the counter.


    "Indeed. That slab of meat you shoved inside? It didn''t spoil¡ªnot after one day, not after two. Kept fresh like magic."


    He crossed his arms over his broad chest, studying Aric closely.


    "So, if you''ve got more of your crazy contraptions lying around, let me know. I''m always open to things that make my job easier."


    Aric grinned faintly, sensing an unexpected opportunity.


    "Actually, there is something else I''d like to ask of you."


    "And what might that be?" Darius replied skeptically,


    "Alden keeps bringing me whiskey." Aric explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.


    "I don''t want it anymore¡ªI''m trying to stay sober. Could you tell him to stop? Please?"


    Darius stared at him for a long moment, his sharp eyes scanning Aric from head to toe. Finally, he shrugged nonchalantly.


    "Sure. Why not? Though¡­" He smirked faintly, leaning forward slightly.


    "If this is another one of your schemes-"


    "It''s not." Aric assured him quickly, his expression earnest.


    "I just¡­ need a clear head right now. Trust me."


    After a beat, Darius nodded curtly. "Alright, then. Consider it done."


    As Aric left the kitchen, he felt a small sense of victory wash over him. One less temptation to deal with¡ªand perhaps, one step closer to proving himself trustworthy.


    Even if it''s only to the head cook.

 My wife wants roses?

    Two weeks had passed since Thorin promised to send his team of dwarves, and true to his word, they arrived promptly, a week ago¡ªand brought chaos with them. Aric found himself overwhelmed by the logistical nightmare of coordinating renovations across all 100 rooms of Arkwright Manor.


    Teaching the dwarves how to install heated flooring proved far more challenging than he anticipated¡ªnot because they lacked skill, but because their personalities were as stubborn as the stone they manipulated.


    These dwarves are short! They''re arrogant and THEY LOOK AT ME FUNNY! Aric said to himself, watching one of them struggle to balance a ladder while holding a fluorescent light fixture.


    Why do they follow the stereotype so perfectly? AND WHY NOW!?


    [Oh, come on, Administrator.] Ivy teased


    [Thorin is royalty; these are just regular dwarves. Besides, your stereotypes aren''t exactly wrong¡ªthey''re based on thousands of mangas and manhwas, right?]


    That doesn''t make this any easier Ivy. Aric shot back irritably.


    I''ve explained how to wire the damn lights fifty times this week alone! And don''t get me started on their arrogance¡­


    One of the dwarves, a gruff fellow named Grumlin Ironvein, interrupted his thoughts by calling out loudly¡ªin a thick accent that made every sentence sound like an interrogation.


    "Hey, ye! How we puttin'' up dis ''light thingy'' again?" Grumlin demanded, gesturing vaguely at the ceiling.


    "Ye said somethin'' about connectin'' wires, but I ain''t got no clue what yer jabberin'' about!"


    Aric fighting every sense in his body to not facepalm instead he chose to exhale.


    Breathe. Remember shawarma, the taste of it. Mmmm. Shawarma.


    "For the last time, Grumlin¡ªyou need to secure the wiring into the socket first, then attach the fixture to the bracket. It''s simple."


    Grumlin exchanged skeptical glances with another dwarf, Borin Stonefist (a distant cousin of Thorin), before muttering something about ''humans being too complicated''.


    Aric resisted the urge to throw his hands up in frustration.


    I already miss Thorin man. I hope he''s doing okay. All the blueprints I gave him had step by step details, materials to use and what can be substitute. I even send him a batch of raw materials when they came with the driver last week.


    By the time evening rolled around, Aric retreated to his room for a rare moment of peace. Seated cross-legged on his bed, he idly twisted a Rubik''s Cube in one hand while simultaneously manifesting nails and screws for the dwarves'' work the next day.


    His multitasking came to an abrupt halt when Seraphina burst into the room without warning, her shadow tendrils flaring behind her.


    She closed the door firmly behind her, leaning against it as she studied him intently.


    "What is your power, Vayne?" she asked abruptly, cutting straight to the point.


    "Creation Magic right? Why haven''t you shown it in two years of marriage until now?"


    Aric froze mid-manifestation, his heart skipping a beat. Carefully setting the Rubik''s Cube aside, he met her gaze cautiously, treading lightly between truth and deception.


    How the fuck do I even get out of this or even explain ''Hey your Vayne is dead and I''m the new guy'' and oh did you know Ivy gave me creation magic?


    "I¡­ didn''t think it mattered." he replied slowly, choosing his words carefully.


    "You never cared about my abilities¡ªor lack thereof¡ªbefore. Why ask now?"


    Her expression hardened, though a flicker of curiosity lingered beneath her icy exterior.


    "Because everything you''ve done recently contradicts what I know about you. So explain yourself."


    Before he could respond, she added bitterly


    "Also, I want a different soap. I''m the head of this house, and I refuse to smell like everyone else. Surely you can manage something as simple as that."


    Aric blinked, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in topic. "What scent do you want?"


    "Roses. Something elegant¡ªunlike that lavender."


    Without hesitation, Aric focused his Creation Magic, conjuring a beautifully crafted bar of rose-scented soap.


    Handing it to her, he forced a smirk reminiscent of Vayne''s arrogance.


    Right, gotta pretend like Vayne.


    "Anything else, ''Your Grace?''" he asked mockingly, slipping into the persona she despised yet expected.


    Seraphina accepted the soap silently, rolling it between her fingers thoughtfully. Then, with deliberate slowness, she pulled out an official letter from her pocket and handed it to him.


    "This will be sent tomorrow. Read it."


    Aric unfolded the paper, scanning its contents quickly. What he read left him uneasy¡ªnot because of the logistics, but because of the tone.


    The letter was written in florid prose, dripping with flirtation:


    To My Dearest Lady Callista,


    It has been far too long since our paths crossed. I find myself reminiscing about those fleeting moments we shared¡ªthe laughter, the intense romance, the secrets whispered in confidence. Oh, how I miss your presence, especially within the confines of my office chair¡ªa place where memories linger most vividly.


    The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    I write to invite you to a meeting on the 19th of April, where matters of mutual benefit shall be discussed. Rest assured, arrangements have been made to ensure discretion. Only Evelyn, my ever-loyal attendant, will accompany us.


    Yours faithfully,


    Vayne Arkwright


    Aric grimaced internally, reading the blatant double entendre laced throughout the message. To anyone unfamiliar with their history, this would appear to be a love letter rather than a formal invitation.


    The intense romance? Secrets whispered in confidence? The office chair!? She sure holds no bounds to pettiness, this barely passes legal checks...I guess Vayne does deserve it but I don''t! But then again I''m stuck. Ugh!


    "This¡­" he began hesitantly, glancing up at Seraphina.


    "This sounds incredibly inappropriate."


    Seraphina laughed bitterly, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.


    "Inappropriate? That''s funny. But tell me, isn''t it true? You fucked her before, multiple times and did it to her in that same office chair you never visit anymore for the past weeks. So why shouldn''t I twist the knife a little? After all, you said so yourself¡ª''I can torture you however I please''."


    Ivy protests in Aric''s mind, though Seraphina cannot hear her.


    [Aric, this is insane! She''s deliberately trying to provoke you! Don''t let her win!]


    Aric sighed in defeat, realizing arguing would only escalate things further.


    Right, I did say that. This is a small part of punishment. Remember your time being married Aric. Don''t anger the woman further. Happy wife happy life I guess.


    Instead, he adopted a neutral tone, asking the practical questions.


    "So, what''s the location? And how many people will attend?"


    Seraphina smirked triumphantly, clearly enjoying his discomfort.


    "Just me, you, your ''lover,'' and Evelyn. Oh, and don''t worry¡ªeveryone else will be nearby, outside the room. You know, just in case you look at her ''wrong.'' or breathe even. God I hope you do something stupid."


    Her voice dripped with venom, emphasizing the final word. It was clear she intended to send a dual message¡ªone to Aric, reminding him of his past sins, and another to Callista, designed to humiliate them both publicly.


    As Seraphina turned to leave, Aric collapsed onto the bed, rubbing his eyes. Between managing the dwarves, navigating Seraphina''s schemes, and preparing for the upcoming meeting, he felt stretched thin¡ªboth mentally and emotionally.


    Location: The Duval Estate.


    The room was dimly lit by the flickering candlelight that danced across her black hair with highlights of red, casting sultry shadows over her porcelain skin. Lady Callista Duval lounged on the edge of her lavish bed, her long legs draped elegantly as she toyed absently with the leash in her hand.


    At her feet knelt a young count¡ªnaked, trembling slightly under her piercing gaze. His name was irrelevant; all that mattered was his family''s insignia: House Donclair, an ancient lineage teetering precariously on the brink of ruin thanks to Callista''s masterful manipulation, they would soon belong entirely to her.


    "Good boys know their place." she purred, running a perfectly manicured nail along the curve of his jaw before tugging lightly at the leash around his neck.


    Her red eyes glinted like molten rubies, exuding dominance so intoxicating it bordered on hypnotic.


    "Now, read it. Again."


    The man obeyed without hesitation, his voice shaky but obedient as he recited the terms of the agreement transferring ownership of House Donclair''s remaining assets to Lady Callista.


    She listened intently, savouring every word like fine wine while her other hand rested possessively on his head, guiding him closer. When she finished, she leaned back against the silk cushions, letting out a low hum of satisfaction.


    "Well done, baby." she cooed, her tone dripping with mockery and praise in equal measure.


    "But good boys don''t just earn rewards¡ªthey work for them." With a flick of her wrist, she pushed his face downward, smirking as his lips brushed against her sensitive pussy.


    "Show me how grateful you are."


    Her maid, Penelope, entered moments later, carrying a silver tray laden with correspondence. The sight of her mistress reclining atop the writhing form of a nobleman did little to faze her anymore.


    Years of service had desensitized Penelope to such displays¡ªor so she pretended. Still, there was a faint flush creeping up her cheeks as she approached, averting her eyes from the scene unfolding before her.


    "My lady." Penelope murmured, holding out a sealed letter.


    "A message from Duke Vayne Arkwright."


    Callista arched a brow, intrigued. Taking the paper between two delicate fingers, she dismissed Penelope with a lazy wave. As her maid retreated to the door on standby, Callista turned her attention back to the boy nestled between her thighs.


    "Finish what you started first, darling." she instructed, her voice husky and commanding.


    He obeyed eagerly, his tongue working with gratitude as she opened the letter with deliberate slowness.


    Her breath hitched involuntarily as she scanned its contents. The florid prose, dripping with flirtation and innuendo, sent shivers coursing through her body.


    Memories flooded her mind¡ªmemories of heated encounters in Vayne''s office chair, her bed, the roughness of his hands with how rough he fucked her.


    No one else had ever dominated her quite like that¡ªnot even in bed. She had allowed herself to surrender control, reveling in the chaos he created both within and outside the bedroom.


    "Oh, Vayne." she whispered, tracing the signature at the bottom of the page with a fingertip.


    "How could I forget your insufferable charm? Or your infuriating wife?"


    She laughed softly, the sound both seductive and cruel. Folding the letter neatly, she tucked it into her cleavage, where it rested alongside the secrets she guarded so jealously. Turning her attention back to the boy beneath her, she patted his hair approvingly.


    "You''ve earned your reward, pet." she said, pulling him upward by the leash until their faces were mere inches apart.


    "Show me those pretty gold coins you promised me earlier."


    He scrambled to comply, producing a small pouch filled with glittering sovereigns. Callista inspected them briefly before nodding her approval.


    "Very good, baby. Now leave¡ªand prepare yourself for midnight. Mommy expects perfection."


    As he scurried out of the room, Callista reclined once more, her thoughts drifting back to the letter clutched against her chest. She missed Vayne''s roughness, yes¡ªbut more than anything, she missed the thrill of playing puppeteer with him and Seraphina.


    Their tangled web of betrayal and hatred was too delicious to abandon now.


    That debt of 500,000 gold sovereigns? A mere trifle compared to the entertainment value they provided.


    "Penelope!" she called suddenly, her voice sharp enough to make the maid freeze mid-step.


    "Yes, my lady?" Penelope replied cautiously, turning back toward her mistress.


    "Anyone else wanting to worship me today?" Callista asked, feigning nonchalance as she examined her nails.


    Penelope sighed, reaching into her pocket. Clearing her throat, she began reading aloud:


    "Duke Harrington requests an audience tomorrow evening¡­ Countess Lorraine wishes to discuss investment opportunities¡­ and Duke Ch¡ª"


    "Enough." Callista interrupted, waving dismissively.


    "Tell Duke Harrington to come tonight instead. And start preparing my trip to the Arkwright estate¡ªwe''ll move on the 17th."


    Penelope hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly.


    "My lady¡­ forgive me, but why now? You''ve already ruined Vayne and his wife. Leveraging the debt keeps them both in play, doesn''t it? What more do you want?"


    For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Then, with a flick of her wrist, Callista unleashed her gravity manipulation¡ªa subtle yet terrifying display of power that forced Penelope to her knees.


    Tears welled in the maid''s eyes as the invisible pressure bore down upon her, crushing her resolve along with her pride.


    "Why am I doing this?" Callista repeated coldly, leaning forward until their faces were nearly touching.


    "Because I can. Because I fucking own them. Because no one questions me. Do you understand?"


    Penelope nodded frantically, choking back sobs. "Please, my lady¡­ I beg your forgiveness¡­"


    Callista released the pressure just as abruptly, allowing the maid to collapse onto the floor. Smiling wickedly, she settled herself onto Penelope''s prone form, straddling her torso with predatory grace.


    "You know what to do." she murmured, putting her body on Penelope face.


    "Don''t disappoint me."


    As Penelope complied, Callista tilted her head back, shivering with delight as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Power, lust, and control intertwined seamlessly in her world¡ªa deadly cocktail that left destruction in its wake.


    By the time she climaxed, her laughter echoed through the chamber, sharp and triumphant.


    Fuck! I can''t wait to screw you again, Seraphina. she thought, rising gracefully to her feet.

 I am trapped with my wife.

    Aric walked briskly down the corridors of Arkwright Manor, his footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floors. Overhead, fluorescent lights hummed softly, casting a warm glow that illuminated every room they passed.


    In just two weeks, an astonishing transformation had taken place: out of the estate''s 300 rooms, over a third now boasted air conditioners, exhaust systems, ceiling fans, and heated floors. It was a monumental achievement¡ªone Aric hadn''t accomplished alone.


    The dwarves sent by Thorin proved to be invaluable allies. While none could match Thorin''s mastery of earth magic, their skill was undeniable. They summoned flat pillars outside windows with surprising efficiency, providing stable platforms for installing exhaust vents.


    Wiring snaked neatly through walls, sockets were placed strategically, and solar generators had been constructed on rooftops to power the entire system sustainably.


    Despite their initial skepticism about him, the dwarves had warmed up significantly. Their heavy accents¡ªthick and guttural¡ªfilled the halls as they exchanged jokes and instructions.


    "Oi, lad!" called Grumlin Ironvein, his voice gruff but oddly cheerful.


    "Dis wire needs yer fancy touch. Borin here says ''e cannae figure it out."


    Borin, shot Grumlin a glare.


    "Bah! I said no such thing. Just¡­ this human contraption is tricky, alright?"


    Aric chuckled, stepping forward to help.


    "Don''t worry, Borin. You''re doing great. Let me show you how to secure the connection properly."


    Aric couldn''t help but feel a sense of closeness growing between them.


    These dwarves, who once viewed me with suspicion, now treated me with respect. God I do love master builders. Still took an effort to work late into the night with them and talk with them.


    It wasn''t just his inventions that earned their trust; it was his willingness to teach, to share knowledge openly.


    But then came the 17th of April¡ªa day destined to strip away any semblance of peace.


    When Aric entered Seraphina''s chambers, his jaw dropped. The space before him was vast, easily six times the size of a standard guest room. High ceilings stretched upward, adorned with intricate carvings that shimmered under the light of newly installed fixtures.


    A massive four-poster bed dominated the center, its velvet drapes cascading like waterfalls. And there she stood¡ªSeraphina Arkwright herself¡ªher silver hair catching the glow of the chandelier above her.


    She wore a silk robe that clung to her curves, the scent of rose drifting subtly through the air.


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    That same soap he''d conjured weeks ago, reluctantly crafted at her demand. Its fragrance lingered around her.


    [Ohhhhhh Aric.] Ivy murmured sarcastically in his mind.


    [I wonder what your wife smells like? Roses? I wonder how that happened.]


    Ivy, please. Not now. Aric thought back, trying to steady his breathing.


    Avoiding eye contact proved impossible. Every movement Seraphina made drew his attention unwillingly. When she finally spoke, her voice sliced through the tension,


    "Vayne." she began coldly,


    "Tell me, are you enjoying yourself? Or does my presence annoy you?"


    Aric swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes fixed on the floor.


    Why is she so hot? Smelling like roses, dressing like some sort of model.


    "Your Grace, I''m merely overseeing the installation process. Nothing more."


    She laughed bitterly,


    "Overseeing? You orchestrated this entire charade¡ªfrom the lavender-scented gifts to these¡­ technological marvels which I hate to admit it. But it''s just another trick to manipulate everyone isn''t it?"


    Ivy, why does she always assume manipulation? I get Vayne was shit but can''t it tone down? Like I''m doing anything but. Plus I need the money to clear out Vayne''s stupid debt. Aric spoke internally.


    [Baby, everything you do screams manipulation to her. Even if your intentions are pure, she sees poison.]


    Seraphina continued,


    "I trust you''re excited about ''your lover''s'' arrival in two days'' time? Oh, how quaint. Shall we prepare the office chair for old times'' sake?"


    Aric clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself not to react. He knew better than to engage when she taunted him.


    The chair, the chair. What even happened in that chair man? Is it like ''that moment'' where everything just broke?


    Grumlin cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the suffocating silence.


    "Uh, Your Grace¡­ if ye don''t mind me sayin'', maybe we should focus on finishin'' the installments? We''re almost done fer today."


    Seraphina turned her gaze toward the dwarf, her expression softening,


    "Very well."


    As the dwarves resumed their work, Borin whispered to Aric,


    "Yer Grace, uh¡­ I gotta say somethin''. Prince Thorin told us ''bout yer amnesia an'' all. Said ye ain''t the same bloke anymore. Whatever sins ye committed b''fore, well¡­ I dunno what t'' believe. But seein'' how she treats ye¡­"


    He trailed off, shaking his head. "It''s painful, lad. Even fer someone like me."


    Aric nodded, grateful for the dwarf''s kindness.


    I am so lucky these guys understand me! Thank you Thorin! I''ll make sure to introduce the wonders of cocktails for you.


    By evening, the work was finally complete. Cold air flowed steadily from the air conditioner and lights glowed brightly, casting a serene ambiance throughout the room.


    One by one, the dwarves filed out, bowing respectfully to Seraphina before departing.


    "We''ll resume tomorrow, Your Grace." Grumlin announced.


    With that, the last of them disappeared, leaving Aric and Seraphina alone.


    Aric moved toward the door, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere.


    "Goodnight, Your Grace." he said, making his way to the door.


    Shadow tendrils shot out, slamming the door shut and locking it firmly.


    Seraphina stepped closer, her movements deliberate and predatory.


    "No one to defend you now, Vayne." she told with her voice low and menacing.


    "No manipulated dwarves, no distractions. Just you and me."


    Aric froze, his heart pounding wildly. Even as a soldier who had faced battle, he couldn''t suppress the shiver running down his spine.


    Shit! Shit! Shit! I''m gonna die. Aric thought in a panic.


    "You may think you''ve changed." she continued, circling him slowly.


    "But let me make one thing clear: I will never forgive you. Never. And when Callista arrives, I''ll make sure you regret every breath you take."


    Her final words sent a chill through the air, sharp enough to pierce even the hardest soul. As the weight of her hatred settled over him, Aric realized something terrifying.


    He was truly trapped.

 Please hate me, Wife.

    Seraphina''s shadow tendrils coiled menacingly around the room, her presence suffocating and unyielding. Her blue eyes burned with hatred so intense it felt tangible, like daggers piercing through his resolve.


    For all his efforts to remain calm, Aric knew there was no escaping this moment¡ªnot without enduring the full brunt of her wrath.


    Just stay calm Aric. She can''t hurt you if you don''t allow it.


    "You think silence will save you?" she hissed venomously, stepping closer until her face was inches from his.


    "Answer me, Vayne! Why won''t you fight back!? Are you too much of a coward now?"


    When Aric didn''t respond, she lashed out physically, slapping him hard across the cheek.


    PAK!


    His head snapped to the side, but he made no move to retaliate.


    Bear with it. Bear with it. She''s hurt by Vayne. She just wants to see a reaction.


    Instead, he stood frozen, staring at the floor as if willing himself to disappear.


    [Aric!] Ivy whispered urgently in his mind,


    [You can''t let her keep doing this! Fight back¡ªshe''s crossing lines here!!]


    Ivy, I promised her I''d endure whatever she wanted. Aric thought bitterly, his jaw tightening.


    This is what torture looks like¡ªit''s what I said to her. What else am I supposed to do?


    [Fucking fight back!? What else Aric!?]


    Seraphina struck again, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall.


    DUSH!


    Pain exploded across his back, but still, he refused to meet her gaze.


    "Pathetic!" she spat, her voice laced with disgust.


    "Do you even remember the things you''ve done? Or has that convenient amnesia erased everything? Tell me, Vayne¡ªis this your way of pretending you''re innocent? Doing all this renovations and things with your magic?"


    I have told you so many times already. You refuse to listen to me dammit!


    She leans in close enough for him to smell the faint scent of rose soap lingering on her skin. Then, with deliberate cruelty, she began listing his crimes in rapid succession:


    "Gambling¡­ starving entire villages¡­ buying slaves off the black market¡­hiring prostitutes, throwing orgies in our halls, poisoning servants."


    Each accusation came faster, sharper, punctuated by another blow.


    "And then there''s Claire¡ªyou think I don''t know what you did to her? You groped her, degraded her, kicked her, slammed her face into walls, threw glass at her, put your foot on her head, demanded she wear revealing clothes for your pleasure! Do you have any idea how broken she is because of you!?"


    Aric flinched visibly at the mention of Claire''s name, guilt twisting painfully in his chest. Even though he couldn''t recall committing those acts, hearing them recounted aloud filled him with shame.


    Groped...? Assault...? Abuse...? What the fuck...WHAT IS WRONG WITH VAYNE!?


    He clenched his fists tightly, trying desperately to hold himself together.


    "And yet here you are." Seraphina continued,


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    "Acting like some reformed fucking saint because you suddenly forgot how to be a monster. Well, newsflash, ''darling'', you''re not fooling anyone. Nobody believes your little act. Nobody''s buying into your good deeds. Your attempt to be sober. Not showing your face in dinners. No fucking body."


    With that, she tore open his shirt, exposing his bare chest. Before he could react, her fingernails raked across his skin, leaving deep gashes that immediately began bleeding.


    Aric bit down on a scream, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him break.


    "Oh, poor ''baby''." she mocked


    "Does it hurt? Maybe now you''ll understand just how much pain you''ve caused others."


    Her shadow tendrils tightened around his wrists and ankles, pinning him in place as she leaned closer.


    Her breath was hot against his ear,


    "Why don''t I just give this pathetic excuse for a body to Callista when she arrives?"


    [Aric. PLEASE! SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT. THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR!] Ivy shouting in panic.


    Seraphina continued, "At least she knows how to handle trash like you."


    Something inside Aric snapped.


    Trash? I''m fucking trash? ME? THE ONE WHO HAS BEEN TRYING TO FIX THIS FUCKING MESS!? IM THE TRASH!?


    His grey eyes flashed with anger and tears streaming down his face as he finally looked up at her.


    "I don''t fucking remember jack shit!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of emotion.


    "Whatever disgusting filth you''re accusing me of¡ªI wasn''t there! I''m not him! I''m stuck in this fucking bod-"


    "Liar!" she slapped him again.


    "Stop hiding behind that fake persona! You''re still the same selfish, manipulative bastard you''ve always been. Admit it!"


    "NO! NO!" Aric yelled back with desperation.


    "I''m not Vayne! I''m trying to fix what he broke! To make things right! But you refuse to see it! You hate me so much that you''ll never believe anything I say or do! I AM not him dammit!"


    Seraphina laughed bitterly,


    ''''Oh how sad. Feeling misunderstood? Maybe you should go drink yourself into oblivion like you used to¡ªor better yet, bring girls into your room while I''m not looking. Isn''t that who you are, Vayne? To degrade everyone around you until there''s nothing left?"


    Her words stung like acid, but they also ignited a spark of defiance within him.


    ''''I''m NOT him!''''


    Aric manifested an armoured gauntlet using his creation magic and shoved her away off him. She stumbled backward, caught off guard by the sudden resistance.


    "You think you can hurt me however you want!?" he growled, his voice trembling with rage and pain.


    "Fine, go ahead! Beat me! Humiliate me! Call me every name under the fucking sun! But don''t pretend for one bloody second that you''re the only victim here. I am not him! I''m stuck in this God FUCKING forsaken body and none of this changes the fact that I''m not the man you hate!"


    Seraphina sneered, regaining her composure quickly.


    "Keep telling yourself that. It doesn''t make it any more true. ''Stuck in this body''? Give me a break."


    She shot her shadow tendrils wrapping around his legs and yanking him to the ground before throwing him onto the bed and sealing him tight.


    ''''Why can''t you see that I''m not him? I''ve done nothing bu-''''


    Before he could continue, she ripped off his pants and boxers too, leaving him completely naked. She grabbed his hair forcefully, striking his chest with her tendrils and forcing him to look at her.


    "This is what you deserve!" she snarled,


    "A worthless bastard like you doesn''t get to walk away unpunished!"


    Summoning every shred of magic he possessed, he created layer after layer of armour, pushing her tendrils repeatedly despite her relentless attacks.


    There was no progress at first, Aric tanking the full force and her leaving lashes and bruising on his chest.


    COME ON! COME ON!


    But by the hundredth attempt, he finally succeeded. Breaking free from her grasp and staggering toward the door.


    Blood poured from fresh wounds across his chest, staining the bed and the floor beneath him. Tears streamed down his face as he turned back to look at her,


    "When this is over, when I make amends to everyone, when all the debts are done. I promise you¡ªI''ll be gone. You''ll never have to see me again." he said hoarsely, his voice breaking with sadness.


    He opened the door and bolted into the hallway, bleeding and running naked as fast as his legs would carry him.


    James and Alden were the first to witness the horrifying sight¡ªa naked man sprinting down the corridor, trails of blood marking his path. Both servants froze in shock, their eyes wide with disbelief.


    "What in god''s name¡­?" James looked behind,


    Alden also had his head turn around, "That''s...Master Vayne¡­ isn''t it?"


    Meanwhile, Seraphina stood motionless in her bedroom, staring at the bloodstains on her bed and the empty doorway where Aric had disappeared.


    Her hands trembled slightly as she sank onto the ground, her mind racing with conflicting emotions.


    Did I cross the line? she wondered silently, guilt gnawing at the edges of her resolve.


    No. she told herself. He deserved every bit of it. Every single wound, every ounce of humiliation¡ªit was nothing compared to what he''d done to others. He doesn''t understand the pain he caused to Claire, to me, to everyone, it was nothing compared to that.


    But deep down, a tiny part of her doubted whether she''d truly punished Vayne¡­ or destroyed whatever chance remained for redemption.


    I''m not Vayne! I''m trying to fix what he broke! To make things right! But you refuse to see it! You hate me so much that you''ll never believe anything I say or do! I AM not him dammit!


    As she remembered Aric''s word, she thought to herself,


    Did I...go too far? Was he...telling the truth? But...how can he not be Vayne?

 My Wife is the Strongest!?

    Darkness pressed in around Aric, suffocating and endless. The air was thick with whispers. He was dreaming yet there was nothing.


    Only voices.


    "Pathetic." Seraphina''s voice echoed coldly.


    "You disgust me. Every breath you take is an insult to this household."


    Aric flinched, though he couldn''t see her. Her hatred radiated through the shadows, clawing at his mind until it felt raw and exposed.


    He tried to speak but no sound escaped his lips. Instead, another memory surfaced¡ªa cruel, twisted one that dragged him further into his nightmare.


    The darkness shifted. Light spilled into the scene, revealing Claire standing before him, trembling slightly as tears welled in her eyes.


    His hands moved of their own accord, gripping her wrist tightly. Pulling her closer despite her resistance.


    The scent of whiskey filled the air, sour and overwhelming, clinging to him like a second skin.


    "Come tonight." Vayne''s voice growled¡ªlow, lewd, and dripping with command.


    "Wear something easy to remove."


    Claire whimpered softly, her gaze dropping to the floor as she nodded hesitantly. Her compliance only fuelled the cruelty in his touch, his fingers trailing along her jawline before shoving her away roughly.


    "I''ll be waiting." he sneered, watching her stumble backward before fleeing the room.


    The scene dissolved again, plunging Aric back into darkness. But just as quickly, new images flooded his consciousness¡ªthis time, Claire appearing later at midnight, dressed exactly as instructed.


    Her clothes were sexy, designed for access rather than modesty, and shame coloured her expression as she approached him silently. Tears streamed down her face as his hands roamed over her body, touching parts of her body she hadn''t willingly offered.


    Her soft cries and whimpers pierced Aric''s soul, each sound driving home the reality of what he was witnessing: Vayne''s depravity laid bare.


    Aric vomitted, or tried to from watching this. He felt disgusted just watching first-hand of what Vayne did to Claire.


    It wasn''t enough to degrade her emotionally; he sought to strip her dignity entirely, leaving behind only pain and humiliation.


    "No!" Aric whispered hoarsely, trying desperately to close his eyes and force himself awake.


    "This isn''t real! This isn''t me!"


    But the nightmare refused to release him. Instead, it morphed once more, dragging him deeper into Vayne''s fragmented memories.


    Now, he found himself in his office, fucking Lady Callista Duval from behind. He pulled her hair from the base, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.


    She moaned loudly, arching her back as he thrust harder, faster, driven by a primal hunger that sickened him.


    ''''Ahh fuck.''''


    Callista smirked wickedly, glancing back at him with red eyes gleaming mischievously.


    "Oh, Vayne." she said seductively,


    "So eager to please me. Tell me, does your wife know how much you adore me?"


    He ignored her jibe, focusing instead on the rhythmic motion of their bodies colliding. Yet even as pleasure coursed through him, guilt gnawed relentlessly at Vayne''s subconscious.


    Something about this moment felt wrong¡ªnot just morally, but strategically.


    "She''s pathetic, you know that?" Callista continued,


    "Seraphina thinks she controls you, but really? You''re mine. My little toy. And every time you come crawling back, I tighten my grip."


    Between each thrusts, she leaned forward, grabbing a quill and paper from the desk beside them. Thrusting the quill into his hand, she guided his shaky signature onto the document beneath them¡ªa loan agreement granting her immense leverage on ownership over House Arkwright.


    The agreement stated that for every month it wasn''t paid, she gains a portion of Arkwright. Vayne didn''t see this as he was high on drugs but the memories was clear as day for Aric.


    "There we go." she cooed triumphantly, tossing the signed paper aside.


    "Now, fuck me harder! Show me how grateful you are."


    As realization dawned on him, Aric froze mid-motion.


    This was why Vayne cheated on Seraphina¡ªnot out of love or passion, but because Callista dangled power and pleasure like bait. He also probably liked Callista and she used that to manipulate him by indulging his insecurities and darkest desires while simultaneously trapping him financially. Not only that, she created a false sense of security, convincing him she was stronger than Seraphina.


    Revulsion surged within him, threatening to choke him. With every ounce of willpower, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and screamed internally, begging to be awoken from this nightmare.


    Please. I need to get out of here.


    Sweat soaked his skin, plastering strands of raven-black hair to his forehead. His chest heaved as he struggled to steady his breathing, his heart pounding wildly in his ears.


    For a moment, disorientation gripped him¡ªhe didn''t know where he was or who he was supposed to be. Then reality crashed down around him.


    He was naked, sprawled on the cold marble floor of his chambers. Scars crisscrossed his torso, remnants of yesterday''s fight with Seraphina. It was now 12pm the next day.


    They still stung faintly, though they no longer bled. A dull ache throbbed on his dick, evidence of his human body working despite the nightmare''s lingering effects.


    [Well, well.] Ivy teased, materializing on the screen


    [Someone''s been busy dreaming naughty things, huh?]


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    "Shut up, Ivy." Aric muttered groggily, dragging himself to his feet. His movements were sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and self-loathing.


    Glancing toward the door, he was relief that it remained locked¡ªthankfully sparing anyone from witnessing his current state.


    [Hey, don''t be so ''hard'' on yourself.] Ivy said sincerely while making a pun.


    [If anything, you''re looking pretty sexy right now. Handsome face, a decent body¡­ oh, and let''s not forget¡ªyou''re packing eight inches. That puts you in the top 1% of men, Aric. You''re packing quite the stuff there.]


    Aric let out a humourless laugh, shaking his head. "Are you seriously praising my¡­ dick right now?"


    [Compliments are given where they''re deserved, darling.] Ivy replied smugly.


    [Besides, someone needs to remind you that you''re not defined by Vayne''s sins.]


    Aric turned his attention inward, focusing on Creation Magic.


    "Does it allow elements?" he asked abruptly.


    "Like fire, water, earth? What kind of magic can I create from imagining it?"


    Ivy raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden shift in conversation.


    [Creation Magic is tied to your imagination.] she explained.


    [In theory, there are almost no limitations¡ªyou can manifest whatever you envision, provided you have sufficient mana in your body and understanding. Elements included.]


    "So healing magic would work too?" Aric pressed.


    [Yes. But it requires precision and control. Why? Planning to patch yourself up?] Ivy tilted her head curiously.


    Without answering, Aric closed his eyes, channelling his magic. Images of glowing runes and soothing energy flashed in his mind, attempting to conjure a healing spell. However, after several moments of intense concentration, nothing happened.


    Ivy crossed her arms, raising both eyebrows skeptically.


    [Hmm. Guess we''ve got some practicing to do.]


    Before Aric could respond, a faint golden glow enveloped him as Ivy initiated an upgrade to his stats. His durability and endurance surged from D+ to C tier¡ªstill far from impressive but noticeably stronger than before.


    More significantly, his Mana and Mana Control skyrocketed by 100,000 points, bringing it closer to mastery.


    "Wait, what?" Aric blinked in confusion, staring down at his trembling hands.


    "Why am I getting upgrades now?"


    [Because, darling.] Ivy replied matter-of-factly, shifting into her slutty teacher outfit¡ªa sleek black dress.


    [Your wife isn''t just any noble. She''s arguably the strongest person alive right now and in history. Magic is a lottery. You''re either born with it or you''re not. But even those lucky enough to have it can only grow stronger through relentless training¡ªpushing their limits, refining their mana. Nobles have the advantage, with elite academies designed to hone their abilities. Vayne had no magic but you''re special since you have me but the principle remains the same¡ªuse magic to grow magic. Channel mana to expand your reserves. However your wife stand in a league of her own. Her dark magic surpasses even the most infamous demons in history. If she wanted, she could wipe out entire continents without breaking a sweat. The only reason she hasn''t is because of her sheer desire to protect her family legacy, House Arkwright and well, dealing with you.]


    Aric''s jaw dropped slightly while also understanding how magic works,


    "She''s¡­ the strongest person alive? Seriously?"


    [Dead serious. If she wanted you dead, you''d be dead already.] Ivy confirmed, adjusting her glasses with a smirk.


    [And let''s not forget¡ªyou''ve survived multiple encounters with her over the past month, despite being utterly insignificant compared to her power. That alone is worthy of recognition.]


    As if on cue, Aric''s status screen appeared before him. New titles had been added, along with noticeable improvements to his overall stats:


    Updated Status Screen:


    Name: Aric/Vayne Arkwright


    (LVL 20)


    Potential: EX


    Age: 22


    Height: 6''1"


    Blood Type: O-


    Magic: Creation Magic


    Sub Abilities: Matter Manipulation


    Main Stats:


    Strength (STR): D+ (0/1000)


    Speed (SPD): D+ (0/1000)


    Durability (DURA): C (50,000/100,000)


    Endurance (ENDU): C (50,000/100,000)


    IQ: S (0/950,000)


    Mana: SS (100,000/999,999)


    Mana Control: SS (100,000/999,999)


    Mental Strength: SS (0/999,999)


    Mental Resilience: SS (0/999,999)


    Charisma: E+ (Improved!)


    Reputation: E (Improved!)


    Titles:


    The Spark of Innovation


    The Keeper of Preservation


    The Bridge Between Races (For fostering collaboration and innovation between humans and dwarves)


    The Redeemer of Broken Lives (For improving the lives of others despite widespread hatred)


    The Architect of Unity (For contributing innovations that benefit diverse communities, including dwarven cities)


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    Aric stared at the updated screen, overwhelmed by the changes.


    "Wait, I have new titles? What''s this ''Architect of Unity'' thing about?"


    [Remember Thorin buying all your inventions for four notes?] Ivy asked smugly.


    [Well, he didn''t waste time implementing them in his city. The dwarves there are already benefiting from your air conditioning units, heated floors, and lighting systems. Your reputation among them has skyrocketed¡ªwhich also boost your Charisma and Reputation stats.]


    "But why does it matter so much?" Aric muttered, still processing everything.


    "I mean, it''s nice, but¡­"


    [Nice? It''s crucial!] Ivy snapped, pointing a finger at him dramatically.


    [You need allies, Administrator. People who believe in you¡ªnot just tolerate you. Right now, everyone hates you because of Vayne''s sins. But these upgrades give you a fighting chance to turn things around. Keep building relationships. Show them you''re different.]


    For the next few hours, Aric continued attempting to heal himself using Creation Magic. Each attempt failed miserably, leaving him frustrated and exhausted. Finally at 9pm, he slumped against the wall, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he exhausted a good amount of mana.


    "I don''t get it." he admitted quietly while biting on an onigiri he conjured up.


    "Why can''t I conjure healing elements? You said my imagination was limitless."


    [Healing magic requires precision and control.] Ivy reminded him again.


    [It''s not just about visualizing something¡ªit''s about understanding anatomy, energy flow, and balance. We''ll work on it later. For now, tell me about your nightmare.]


    Reluctantly, Aric recounted the vivid details of his dream¡ªthe groping, the degradation, the whiskey-soaked betrayal. He described Claire''s tear-streaked face, Lady Callista''s seductive manipulation, and the suffocating weight of guilt pressing down on him.


    When he finished, Ivy frowned deeply, her usual sarcasm replaced by genuine concern.


    [Aric, I have¡­ fragments of memories regarding those events in clearer detail. You may think it''s just your imagination playing you but I have it.] she lied carefully.


    [Do you want confirmation of what Seraphina accused you of? About Claire?]


    Aric nodded grimly, "Yes. I need to know."


    With a heavy sigh, Ivy projected fragmented memories directly into his mind. They weren''t hers to share but shielding him from the full truth seemed necessary for now. Ivy chose to lie to protect Aric.


    He watched helplessly as he hurled a glass plate at Claire, smashing it onto her face.


    He saw himself stepping on her head, forcing her to wear revealing attire, and degrading her relentlessly. Every cruel word echoed painfully in his ears:


    "You''re worthless."


    "No one cares about scum like you."


    "Do exactly as I say¡ªor else."


    ''''You''re just a pathetic bitch! Is it so hard to bring my whiskey!?''''


    By the time the vision ended, Aric was shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his cheeks.


    "I¡­ I did that?" he whispered hoarsely. "How could I be so monstrous?"


    [That wasn''t you.] Ivy reminded him gently.


    [It was Vayne. But whether you like it or not, you inherited his consequences and part of his memories now. Redemption means making amends even for sins you didn''t commit directly.]


    After several minutes of silence, Aric wiped his tears away and took a shaky breath.


    "I need to apologize to Claire. Properly. Not just throw things at her or give her gifts¡ªI need to show her I''m sorry."


    [Good idea.] Ivy agreed, crossing her arms thoughtfully.


    [But you''ll need to approach her carefully. Claire''s been traumatized severely¡ªnot just physically but emotionally. Here''s what you should do;]


    [Acknowledge the pain: Be honest about what happened. Don''t sugarcoat it or make excuses. Simply admit that you understand the harm caused and own up to it.]


    [Offer genuine support: Ask her what she needs¡ªnot what you think she wants. Whether it''s time off, relocation, or simply space, respect her boundaries.]


    [Prove Change Over Time: Actions speak louder than words, you already know this but show her through consistent behaviour that you''re different from Vayne.]


    Aric listened intently, nodding slowly.


    "That''s really solid advice. I wish you were my therapist before. Thank you, Ivy."


    [Don''t thank me yet.] she replied dryly.


    [This won''t be easy¡ªfor you. But it''s a step in the right direction.]

 Ivy...?

    The digital expanse stretched infinitely around her, a kaleidoscope of cosmic phenomena rendered in crisp detail. Nebulas swirled like watercolour paintings against the void, their vibrant hues casting faint light across her domain.


    A massive black hole loomed silently to one side, its accretion disk glowing with an eerie brilliance, while white holes scattered throughout the space pulsed rhythmically, spewing streams of pure energy that illuminated even the darkest corners.


    To her left stood a towering library filled with endless shelves of knowledge¡ªbooks, scrolls, holographic archives¡ªall meticulously catalogued and accessible at her command. On her right, rows upon rows of monitors displayed live feeds from countless timelines, each screen flickering with fragments of events both past and present.


    Ivy reclined in her ergonomic chair, amber eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at the sleek phone on her desk. The device buzzed softly, flashing a single notification:


    {19th April. 7.25 A.M. Seraphina loses control today.}


    She sighed, scrolling through additional details on her main monitor. Scenes played out before her¡ªVayne caught spiking drinks at the meet, organizing orgies later within the estate''s halls, laughing cruelly as he tormented servants under the influence of alcohol.


    It always ended the same way¡ªwith violence, humiliation, or worse. Ivy shook her head, muttering to herself,


    "Thank goodness Aric was put here. Otherwise¡­" she sighed,


    ''''If Vayne remained in control, the consequences would have been catastrophic¡ªnot just for House Arkwright, but for the entire world.''''


    Her attention shifted to another monitor displaying Aric''s current physical state. Scars marred his chest, remnants of the brutal argument with Seraphina. Despite knowing these wounds weren''t fatal, they bothered her more than she cared to admit.


    ''''I do respect Seraphina but that doesn''t mean I excuse her cruelty towards my Aric. Though enduring Vayne for two years must have been hellish enough. Still she went too far with that lashing.''''


    She sighed in frustration but also in understanding,


    ''''I get it. Aric is in your deadbeat husband body but would it kill for her to just listen to my Aric?''''


    Reaching into a drawer beside her, Ivy retrieved a file labeled ''System Healing''. She slotted it into Aric''s sub-abilities interface. Instantly, the program activated, repairing damaged tissues and smoothing over jagged edges until his skin appeared flawless once more.


    Satisfied, she leaned back, admiring her handiwork.


    ''''At least when all hell broke loose later today, he''d look decent.''''


    Ivy then looks towards another screen. The current time is 7.30am.


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    Two kilometers away from Arkwright Manor, Lady Callista Duval lounged luxuriously inside her carriage, the rhythmic clatter of hooves echoing softly outside. Penelope knelt down, her face in between her thighs, diligently attending to her mistress''s insatiable desires.


    Despite having already climaxed multiple times, Callista showed no signs of slowing down. Her eyes gleamed wickedly as she tangled her fingers in Penelope''s hair, pulling her closer.


    "Today." Callista asked as she experiences another wave of pleasure,


    "Have you brought all the ledgers, documents, and my toys?"


    Penelope responded with two soft taps against Callista''s thighs¡ªa silent affirmation learned through years of servitude.


    Satisfied, Callista tightened her grip, thrusting upward sharply as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her body trembled, slick with arousal, yet her demands continued unabated.


    "More." she commanded breathlessly, shivering as Penelope obeyed without hesitation.


    "Don''t stop until I say so."


    As Penelope worked tirelessly, Callista allowed her mind to wander, replaying plans and scenarios involving Vayne and Seraphina.


    Today marked the beginning of her long-awaited fun¡ªa chance to humiliate them both publicly again while securing her dominance over House Arkwright.


    Ivy thoughts darkened momentarily from hearing Callista thoughts.


    ''''Imagine the chaos that might ensue if Vayne still occupied his original body. This world would crumble under such reckless hatred, leaving nothing but ruin behind. Thankfully the monster is replaced with someone¡­ smarter.''''


    Ivy deciding watching Callista would burn her retinas, she switch it off and rolling her eyes in exasperation.


    ''''Even a succubus know when to exercise restraint, yet Callista seemed incapable of controlling her horniness. Or perhaps she just likes being overstimulated, maybe she finds pleasure in controlling people and manipulating everyone to her needs. Or perhaps she always thinks she has the upper hand. Either way there''s a reason why she is on the same level as Seraphina after Vayne''s fuckups''''


    Switching screens again, Ivy focused on the inevitable confrontation scheduled for later today. According to her calculations, there existed a 100% certainty of disaster had Vayne remained.


    Picking up her phone, Ivy dialled a familiar number. After a few rings, a voice answered lazily;


    "Still drinking that tea I gave you?"


    "Yes." Ivy replied dryly, swirling the remnants of her tea absently.


    "And don''t change the subject. Can Aric potentially reverse the ''effects''? You''ve seen the data."


    There was a pause before the Being responded cautiously.


    "He has potential, yes. Whether he succeeds depends on choices made along the way."


    Ivy frowned thoughtfully, "Why is Seraphina so strong? Could I stop her from ending this world?"


    This time, the answer came swiftly,


    "You''re stronger than her, obviously. But remember, you chose to guide Aric of your own free will."


    A smirk tugged at Ivy''s lips. "Right. Because babysitting humans is so much fun."


    Closing the call abruptly, she tossed her phone aside, leaning forward to check the digital clock. Eight o''clock. Aric was still asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him.


    With a resigned sigh, Ivy rummaged through Aric memory files, pulling up a manga she read recently. Thanks to his hyperthymesia, every panel remained flawless. All the artwork, plotlines, dialogues and nuanced characters, remembered to perfection.


    Settling into her chair, she began reading,


    Her phone buzzed again, interrupting her momentary escape. Picking it up, she saw the same number calling back.


    "When are you visiting me? I''m bored." the voice teased.


    Ivy snarled softly, dragging her palm down her face in mock frustration.


    "Oh, shut up. Like I have time to visit when I''m stuck babysitting my favourite human. Besides, you''re the one who got the cushy gig¡ªdon''t complain to me."


    The Being chuckled on the other end,


    "Fine, fine. Just don''t forget to bring snacks next time you decide to show up."


    "Snacks? Really?" Ivy shot back, rolling her eyes.


    "You''re annoying."


    Closing the phone with a smirk, she leaned back in her chair, letting out a soft laugh.


    ''''I hope Aric today follows plan B. Plan A works fine too but B is the best plan and timeline for him.'''' she said as she flipped to another page.

 I want to make a Vibrator.

    Aric slowly woke up, groggy and disoriented. The first sensation that struck him wasn''t the usual dull ache of bruises or the sharp sting of fresh wounds¡ªit was an absence. No pain. No scars.


    His skin felt smooth, unmarred by the altercation two days ago when Seraphina had left him bloodied and humiliated.


    He bolted upright, his heart pounding as he scrambled toward the mirror. What greeted him was almost surreal¡ªhis torso gleamed faintly in the morning light streaming through the window, every inch flawless.


    Not a single scar remained from the fight with Seraphina, nor the countless injuries inflicted.


    "What the hell¡­?" Aric murmured, running his hands over his chest as if expecting the wounds to reappear magically. But they didn''t.


    Instead, his reflection stared back at him, healthier and more vibrant than ever.


    [Good morning darling.] Ivy said casually, lounging in his screen in a white hoodie,


    [You were unconsciously using Creation Magic in your sleep. Your body must''ve been trying to heal itself naturally. Pretty impressive for a newbie like you.] Ivy lied as she naturally ate a chip.


    She crossed one leg over the other,


    [If you want, we can test your healing magic later¡ªbut right now, focus on the bigger picture: Callista is arriving today, and both she and Seraphina will be breathing down your neck.]


    Aric frowned, his brow furrowing,


    "I don''t remember using any magic while I slept..." he muttered aloud, still inspecting himself in the mirror.


    Yet something about Ivy''s explanation felt plausible enough to accept. He chose to believe Ivy despite knowing he didn''t use it when he slept.


    How do I deal with a woman who uses sex to get what she wants? From the memories Ivy gave me and what I know, she''s Seraphina''s rival¡ªso a duchess, most likely. I''m assuming she''s a nympho, considering she wants it rougher despite Vayne already giving his best. How do you even handle someone who''s not only competent but also weaponizes sex?


    But just as he tried to push aside thoughts of his, an intrusive thought flashed through his mind¡ªa bizarre notion so absurd it made him pause.


    A vibrator.


    A vibrator to literally use her own desire against her. I wanna force Callista to her knees.


    He shook his head violently, trying to dismiss the thought,


    "No way." he muttered under his breath. "That''s insane."


    But the thought didn''t leave. The more he thought about it, the more the idea lingered,


    If Callista was using sex to humiliate and manipulate, could I get back the humiliation he did to Seraphina and Vayne? Could it bring her to her knees with nothing more than overstimulation?


    [What''s insane?] Ivy asked sharply, her tone shifting instantly from casual to alarmed.


    When Aric didn''t answer, she narrowed her amber eyes suspiciously to another screen.


    [Wait¡­ are you seriously thinking about creating some kind of sex toy!? For her!?]


    "No!" Aric snapped defensively,


    "I mean, kinda. But then I realized how ridiculous it was."


    Ivy threw up her hands in exasperation,


    [Thank goodness. Honestly Aric, sometimes I wonder if your brain is wired entirely wrong. You''re smart but creating a vibrator? Really? What next? Are you going to offer it to her as payment along with your inventions?]


    Before Aric could respond, a knock sounded at the door, interrupting their argument.


    KNOCK! KNOCK!


    Alden stood outside, holding a tray laden with toast and tea.


    "Master Vayne." Alden called softly, his voice tinged with concern.


    "You didn''t leave your room for the entire day. May I enter?"


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    Aric hesitated, slipping into the cold, arrogant mask of Vayne, he opened the door just wide enough to take the tray without fully revealing his state of undress.


    "Leave it." he said curtly,


    "And thank you for the tea. I appreciate it."


    "Yes, Master Vayne." Alden replied, bowing deeply before retreating down the hall.


    Once the door was locked again, Aric set the tray aside, sinking onto the edge of his bed. His mind raced with plans and possibilities, each one more daunting than the last.


    How am I supposed to handle Callista? And what about Seraphina? Every interaction between them is a minefield waiting to explode. A vibrator...negotiations...but man I suck at politics.


    As if sensing his turmoil, Ivy pulls up a file labelled ''Vayne & Callista Moments''. Inserting it into her interface, she played a clip for him¡ªa scene devoid of Callista''s face but filled with moans and manipulative dialogue.


    "Oh, fuck Vayne!" Callista purred seductively in the recording,


    "You''re such a naughty boy. Always pushing boundaries, aren''t you?"


    Vayne chuckled, his own voice laced with arrogance.


    "Boundaries exist to be broken, my dear. Now, shall we discuss those loans again¡ªor would you prefer another¡­ demonstration of my skills?"


    Callista laughed softly, the sound sending chills down Aric''s spine even through the playback.


    "Mmm, tempting. But let''s not forget who holds the power here, darling. You owe me, remember? I''m still waiting for my gold but sure. I''ll give it to you if you promise to go the ball with me and sign my agreements."


    Ivy paused the video, turning to face Aric directly.


    [This woman isn''t just any nympho.] she warned darkly.


    [She''s a master manipulator. There''s a reason even the royal family avoids tangling with her. She wants to undermine Seraphina, rival her power, and eventually challenge the royal family itself. Don''t underestimate her.]


    Aric swallowed hard. The weight of the situation pressed down on him like a physical force.


    "So what do I do?" he asked quietly, his voice trembling with frustration.


    [Your primary objective is simple.] Ivy continued firmly.


    [Pay off the 500k gold sovereigns you owe her with Thorin''s money or use your inventions as payment. Nullify the debt cleanly. If push comes to shove, throw in that ridiculous vibrator as a last push¡ªbut only if absolutely necessary.]


    Just as Ivy finished speaking, a sharp knock echoed against the door. Seraphina''s voice cut through the tension like a blade.


    "Open the door, Vayne. I need to speak with you."


    Aric for all his worth, tried to not remember the abuse he receive but,


    That''s easier said than done. Now I''m part of Vayne''s roster now, The ''Damaged'' ones.


    Aric sighed under his breath, glaring at the door as if it might spontaneously combust.


    "What''s the point of knocking if you''re just going to barge in anyway?" he told bitterly.


    True to form, shadow tendrils slid underneath the gap in the door, unlocking it effortlessly. The door creaked open, revealing Seraphina standing there in a breath-taking black dress.


    The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, adorned with intricate embroidery that shimmered faintly in the light. Diamonds glittered around her neck and wrists, complementing the elegance of her attire.


    Most striking of all, however, was the ring on her finger¡ªthe same one she''d worn since marrying Vayne.


    Her expression was cold. In her hand, she held a small ointment container.


    "Evelyn told me to bring this for your bruises." she lied as she step inside without waiting for permission.


    Aric crossed his arms defiantly, trying to hide his naked torso,


    Evelyn? Not even you? Not even an ''I''m sorry''?


    "I''m fine. No bruises. You can leave."


    Seraphina froze, her eyes narrowing as she took in his appearance. He stood half-naked, wearing only loose trousers, his bare chest exposed.


    But instead of finding fresh scars or lingering injuries, she saw something entirely unexpected: his body looked better than ever. Lean muscle defined his frame, his skin glowing with unnatural vitality.


    He has no scar? How?


    "How¡­" she began, her voice trailing off as she stepped closer, reaching out instinctively to touch him.


    Aric slapped her hand away sharply.


    "You don''t need to bother checking on me." he growled, his voice raw with bitterness.


    What? Did he just...reject me?


    She recoiled slightly, her jaw tightening.


    "Don''t act like you have any pride left." she shot back venomously.


    "Let me see."


    When she reached for him again, Aric slapped her hand away once more, his grey eyes blazing with fear.


    "What don''t you get? Don''t touch me."


    For a moment, Seraphina hesitated, her icy exterior faltering.


    Did I go too far? Perhaps I should''ve visited him yesterday.


    What kind of person am I? I''m not a monster. But he needed to understand that no one walks away without consequences.


    He doesn''t get to humiliate me, destroy my life and others, and think he''ll just walk free.


    But even as she thought that, a flicker of regret pushed its way into her mind.


    I shouldn''t have hurt him. Not like that. I went too far.


    Then, with a frustrated sigh, she placed the ointment on a nearby table and turned to leave.


    "Fine. Just get ready. Don''t embarrass me¡ªor yourself¡ªwhen ''your lover'' arrives. Don''t ogle her for your sake and mine."


    With that, she closed the door shut behind her, leaving Aric alone once more.


    ''Don''t embarrass me or yourself?'' Not even an apology for hurting me?


    Well, I guess Vayne never did either. But seriously, it sucks balls right now. I''m feeling the guilt and disgust of Vayne''s memories and facing the consequences from Seraphina.


    This is a shit show.


    Ivy watched silently and finally spoke up when she heard Aric''s thoughts,


    [She doesn''t understand, does she?] Ivy mused softly.


    [Even after everything, she doesn''t want to see the truth.]


    "She doesn''t need to." Aric replied hollowly, staring at the floor.


    "Any hope of redemption is gone. For her sake¡ªand everyone else''s¡ªI should keep my distance. It''s not like my word means jack shit either way. I can only hope my actions keep proving that I''m not this douchebag Vayne. I''m so tired of it."


    [I won''t let her crush you completely.] Ivy promised fiercely, her voice unwavering.


    [Whatever happens today, remember: you''re far stronger than this. You conquered divorce, PTSD, losing your kids, depression, suffering from Vayne and Seraphina. You''re far stronger than them.]


    Aric nodded mutely, though doubt lingered in his heart.


    Still, even an ''I''m sorry'' would''ve suffice.

 The Vibrator plan SUCKS!

    Seraphina stood at the entrance of Arkwright Manor, her silhouette framed by the grand double doors. Evelyn lingered beside her, posture impeccable as always, though her gaze flickered occasionally toward the horizon where Lady Callista''s carriage would soon appear.


    "Your Grace." Evelyn began softly, breaking the tense silence between them.


    "Do you think this meeting will resolve anything?"


    Seraphina''s lips curved into a cold smile,


    "It either ends with all of us screwed or him solving his debt."


    Before Evelyn could respond, James approached cautiously, his usual composure tinged with unease.


    "Your Grace." he said, bowing deeply.


    "I thought you might want to know¡­ it''s been a month since Master Vayne last touched whiskey. In fact, he hasn''t given any orders to the staff beyond necessities. He insists on doing everything himself¡ªcleaning his own chambers, maintaining his bathroom¡­"


    Marguerite chimed in from behind him,


    "It''s suspicious behaviour, Your Grace. For someone who once demanded constant service, this sudden independence feels¡­ unnatural. It''s like he''s someone else entirely."


    Claire also added her observation as well,


    "And¡­ well, I haven''t seen him in weeks beside the renovations."


    "He used to summon me frequently, but now¡­ nothing. Not even for¡­ simple matters."


    Seraphina''s expression remained impassive, though her mind raced with conflicting thoughts.


    Her memories surfaced, she glimpse through a crack in the door during a late night in April where she heard Aric scrubbing tiles in his bathroom.


    Another memory followed as she also saw him folding clothes neatly, stacking books onto shelves, refusing assistance even when offered. It wasn''t just unusual¡ªit was unprecedented.


    An entire month and nothing about his actions reflects to his old self. I was cruel to him wasn''t I?


    "He''s changed." Seraphina admitted reluctantly,


    "But whether it''s genuine or an act remains to be seen."


    I can''t let myself believe a monster could change overnight to some amnesia. There must be another reason. It''s like he''s a different person.


    The sound of carriage wheels crunching against gravel signalled Lady Callista Duval''s arrival. Penelope emerged first, her red hair tied back in a tight bun as she carried countless ledgers and documents stuffed into leather satchels.


    Behind her, Callista stepped out gracefully, her black-and-red attire exuding confidence and sensuality. Unlike Seraphina''s regal elegance, Callista''s style leaned toward provocative glamour¡ªtight-fitting dresses that accentuated her curves, paired with bold accessories designed to draw eyes wherever she went.


    Evelyn watched the exchange silently, noting how Callista''s energy seemed to radiate outward, commanding attention without effort while Seraphina''s beauty was timeless and refined.


    "Well, well." Callista purred, sauntering toward Seraphina with a smirk.


    "If it isn''t the esteemed Lady Arkwright. Still clinging to your crumbling empire, I see."


    Seraphina''s smile never wavered, though her eyes narrowed imperceptibly,


    "Lady Callista. Always a pleasure. Though I must admit, your reputation precedes you. Swindling husbands, selling yourself to the highest bidder¡ªsuch scandalous hobbies. One wonders how you find time for anything else."


    Callista laughed lightly, brushing off the insult with practiced ease.


    "Oh, darling, jealousy doesn''t suit you. Besides, my methods may be unconventional, but they''re effective. Unlike some people who cling to outdated traditions while their household falls apart around them."


    As they walked side by side toward Vayne''s office, Callista tilted her head curiously, sensing something unusual.


    "Interesting¡­" she murmured, glancing down at the marble floor.


    "There''s heat emanating from below us. What kind of sorcery is this?"


    Seraphina raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance.


    "Sorcery? Hardly. My...husband has been experimenting with¡­ innovations. You''ll understand soon enough."


    From the corner of her eye, Callista noticed a large metallic box tucked discreetly against the wall¡ªa refrigerator humming softly, its surface cool to the touch.


    Intrigued, she made a mental note to investigate further.


    Whatever these ''innovations'' were, they clearly hold value. Vayne obeys me. He will give it to me.


    Upon entering Vayne''s office, Callista paused, visibly relaxing as the cool air from the air conditioning unit washed over her. She glanced around appreciatively, taking in the sleek design of the ceiling fan and the fluorescent light overhead.


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    "This is impressive." she admitted, running a finger along the polished desk.


    "Whoever designed this has talent. So tell me, dear Seraphina, who do I owe this marvel to?"


    Seraphina clenched her jaw briefly before forcing out the words. "Again, it''s my¡­ husband."


    Even saying those two syllables felt like swallowing shards of glass. Yet she couldn''t deny the truth¡ªAric''s inventions had transformed not only their home but also the dynamics within it.


    Callista chuckled softly, trailing her fingers along the edge of the empty chair where Vayne should have been seated.


    "Ah, yes. The infamous Vayne Arkwright. Such a charming man¡ªwhen he''s not cheating on you."


    Her gaze flickered toward Seraphina,


    "Tell me, does he still grovel at your feet, begging forgiveness for his sins? Or has he moved on to greener pastures?"


    Seraphina shadow tendrils writhing subtly beneath the hem of her dress.


    I''ll kill you one day Callista. I''ll kill you.


    "Careful, Callista. Some wounds run deeper than others. And some debts demand repayment in blood."


    Callista smirked, leaning back against the desk.


    "How poetic. But let''s cut to the chase, shall we? I''m here for the money¡ªor rather, what your precious husband owes me. Five hundred thousand gold sovereigns, plus interest. Surely, such a clever man has found a way to settle his accounts?"


    Not like I''m ever gonna let go of you or your husband. You''re both mine.


    As they waited for Aric to arrive, both women stared at the empty chair in front of them. To Seraphina, it represented betrayal¡ªa reminder of Vayne''s infidelity and cruelty. To Callista, it symbolized opportunity¡ªa chance to exploit weakness and claim victory.


    Aric descended the grand staircase from the fourth floor, each step echoing faintly against the marble walls. His presence commanded attention¡ªnot because of arrogance, but because he looked every bit like the dark prince of House Arkwright.


    Clad in a suit conjured by his Creation Magic, the ensemble was nothing short of perfection. Tailored to accentuate his toned physique and towering 6''1 frame, the midnight-black fabric gleamed subtly under the chandeliers'' glow.


    A deep grey shirt beneath complemented his piercing eyes, while the insignia of House Arkwright was meticulously burned into the lapels of his jacket and cufflinks. Even the tie seemed alive, its texture shifting ever so slightly as if woven with threads of shadow itself.


    Every staff member who caught sight of him paused mid-task, their expressions a mix of fear, resentment, and begrudging admiration.


    "Handsome son of a bitch." James muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he polished a silver tray.


    Marguerite rolled her eyes but couldn''t suppress a flicker of awe,


    That suit probably cost more than my yearly wages. Typical Vayne¡ªalways flaunting wealth, even when we''re drowning in debt.


    Yet what truly set Aric apart wasn''t just his appearance¡ªit was his demeanor. His jaw was clenched tightly, his lips moving soundlessly as though arguing with thin air.


    To anyone else, it might have appeared eccentric, crazy and even unhinged.


    [Aric, your plan is objectively terrible!] Ivy snapped, her hands wanting to choke him from the screen.


    [You seriously think seducing Lady Callista in some half-baked businessman act will work? She eats men like you for breakfast¡ªand spits them out before dessert.]


    It''s not about seduction. Aric shot back mentally,


    It''s about persuasion. If she rejects the inventions, fine. Then I''ll offer her something else¡ªsomething personal! The vibrat-


    Ivy stopped his thoughts immediately with a ''what the fuck'' face,


    [Oh no. No, no, no. You are NOT pulling out that ridiculous vibrator idea again. That''s plan Z for a reason¡ªit''s absurd! It''s stupid and it''s UNHINGED.]


    Why? It works if you think about it! Aric countered sharply.


    If all else fails since I suck at politics, why not show her ''unparalleled pleasure''? It buys us time, doesn''t it? Plus, she thrives on control. What better way to disarm her than to give her exactly what she craves for? Except¡ªI overload her. I''ll overstimulate her. I''ll make her cum faster than any dick, any tongue. Hell, even a woman, whatever gets her off. People like her hate losing control. They hate being humiliated. And if it''s by me, I could practically make her beg. How is this a bad idea?"


    Ivy stared at him in disbelief. Ivy then shouted, throwing up her hands dramatically,


    [Because your WIFE WILL KILL YOU FIRST!]


    [Do you not remember the fight? Did Vayne''s amnesia magically affected your perfect memory? SERAPHINA. NEARLY. MURDERED. YOU. And if you do your ''plan vibrator'', she''ll literally rip you apart if she sees you trying to make Callista cum! Seriously, have you forgotten how she operate? Do I need to remind you? She''s basically on her worst day of her period whenever you''re around!]


    Ivy, stop exaggerating. Aric groaned internally,


    Look, I''m not doing this blindly. I''ve thought it through¡ªsort of. Besides, what''s your brilliant alternative? Just sit there and hope she accepts the inventions without question?


    [YES, THAT''S EXACTLY MY PLAN!] Ivy retorted, dragging her fingers through her red hair in exasperation.


    [Let me explain why my plan is objectively better: First, WE focus solely on the business deal. Offer her the inventions at a fair price, renegotiate terms, and pay off the debt cleanly. Second, WE do NOT flirt with her. Third, absolutely NO toys. Got it?]


    But what if she refuses? Aric pressed stubbornly.


    Then what? Do I just roll over and let her ruin us? Let her be in control? I can guarantee you that she will reject it if I don''t offer something else besides the blueprints.


    [God you''re insufferable sometimes.] Ivy facepalmed,


    [Fine. Let''s say you somehow pull off this brain dead scheme. How do you think Seraphina will react when she sees you making Callista orgasm? Hmm? Oh wait, I know! She''ll murder you. Repeatedly.]


    Aric exhaled, looking away. ¡­You''re not wrong.


    By the time Aric reached the ground floor, the argument had escalated into a full-blown verbal brawl. Staff members glanced nervously between him and the empty space beside him, wondering if their master had finally lost his mind.


    "Where is my wife and Callista?" Aric asked aloud, his tone clipped and impatient.


    James and Claire answered simultaneously, both visibly confused,


    "In your office, Master Vayne." James replied quickly, bowing deeply.


    "Yes." Claire added, fidgeting with her apron.


    "They''ve been waiting for an hour."


    [Great. Now everyone thinks you''re talking to yourself.] Ivy snarked, crossing her arms irritably


    [Congratulations, Administrator. Truly inspiring leadership right there. Can I get an autograph?]


    Shush, Ivy. Aric sighed.


    Ivy told sternly, [I''m reminding you again. Your only goal is to get Callista to agree to rewrite the debt using your inventions as payment. Nullify it completely. Once the debt is gone, that nympho succubus bitch is out of our lives forever. Understood?]


    Aric frowned, tilting his head slightly.


    Why are you so worked up about this? You''re usually sarcastic.


    [Because, genius.] Ivy shot back, narrowing her eyes.


    [Remember that hour-long argument in your room, you creating the big vibrator and us watching Callista FUCK ''YOU'' multiple times? Oh you know, the hour wasted since you wanted to understand her nature? It was like watching paint dry by the 10th replay for heavens sake. Trust me, seeing that bitch humiliate you, well Vayne, isn''t exactly fun or stimulating.]


    Fair point. Aric conceded reluctantly.


    Alright, alright. Focus on the business deal. No flirting. No toys. Just¡­ negotiations.


    [Finally, something we agree on.] Ivy smirked triumphantly, folding her arms.


    [Now walk confidently. You look like a man walking to his execution.]


    As Aric approached the heavy oak doors leading to his office, the tension in the air became palpable. Behind them lay two of the most dangerous women in the realm¡ªone seeking revenge, the other craving dominance.


    [I mean it, Aric.] Ivy warned one last time,


    [One wrong move, and you''re dead. Literally. Don''t screw it up.]


    With a deep breath, Aric pushed open the doors, stepping into the lion''s den.

 Callista wants my body?

    As Aric pushed open the heavy oak doors to his office, the sound of the latch clicking echoed unnaturally loud in the tense atmosphere. Before he could fully step inside, an overwhelming force slammed him down onto the marble floor with bone-crushing intensity.


    His breath left him in a sharp gasp, and panic surged through his veins as he struggled against the invisible weight pressing him into submission.


    Evelyn knelt on one knee, her usual composure shattered as she fought desperately to stay upright. Her hands trembled visibly against the polished surface of the desk, her knuckles white from exertion.


    Penelope lay crumpled nearby, whimpering softly under the oppressive pressure that threatened to crush her entirely. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with sweat as she clawed weakly at the ground, unable to rise.


    And there, at the center of it all, stood Seraphina and Callista¡ªtwo forces of nature locked in a deadly stalemate. Seraphina shadow tendrils intertwined mid-air like writhing serpents and Callista intense magic had hues of red around her.


    Each woman pouring every ounce of their immense power into maintaining dominance over the other. The air between them crackled with energy, distorting the light around them as if reality itself bent to their will.


    Ivy! Aric shouted internally,


    What the hell is going on?! Why isn''t physics applying here?!


    [Because magic, you smooth-brain!] Ivy snapped back,


    [That bitch nympho has gravity manipulation¡ªit''s literally warping the space around you. And before you ask why Seraphina isn''t affected¡­]


    She paused, [Let me remind you: your wife''s power and mana are insane. I mean INSANE. Imagine Earth before, with its 8 billion people. She''s the 0.00000001%. Literally top of the food chain, my guy. She literally forcing herself upright purely with magic.]


    Aric gritted his teeth, frustration boiling beneath the surface.


    I don''t care if it''s magic or what! This shouldn''t be possible!


    [Oh, stop being so human about it.] Ivy retorted sharply.


    [Magic doesn''t play by your rules. Now focus¡ªbecause unless you do something soon, they''re going to tear this room apart.]


    Callista smirked wickedly, "Tell me, darling!"


    "How does it feel knowing how your husband''s dick was inside me? If only you know how hard he was."


    Seraphina''s shadow tendrils flared violently, lashing out with renewed ferocity.


    "Enough! You think taunting me will get your far!? You disgusting bitch¡ªI''ll rip your flesh apart!"


    "Oh, please!" Callista shot back,


    "You''ve been dying to do that for years, haven''t you? But let''s be honest¡ªyou''re just mad because he chose me over you! Admit it, Sera! He found someone who could satisfy him better than you ever could."


    The temperature in the room plummeted as Seraphina''s rage reached a breaking point. Her shadow tendrils coiled tightly around Callista''s own, the combined force creating a vortex of darkness that sucked in everything nearby.


    Papers flew off the desk, chairs toppled over, and even the chandelier above swayed precariously as the two women prepared to unleash their full power.


    Just as the tension reached its peak, Aric conjured a blade infused with amplified wind magic¡ªa shimmering sword that allowed Aric to stand up right.


    Thank God I experimented this earlier in my room!


    Staggering to his feet, Aric moved with surprising speed, placing himself directly between the two combatants. Ignoring the searing pain coursing through his body, he reached out and grabbed both Seraphina and Callista by their shoulders, yanking them apart with brute force.


    "STOP!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like thunder.


    Both women stared at him in shock, their powers faltering slightly as they processed his sudden intervention. But the effort came at a cost¡ªAric''s hands trembled violently, the strain of resisting their combined might leaving deep burns across his palms.


    FUCKING HELL! IT BURNS!


    Blood trickled from the wounds, staining the pristine marble beneath his feet.


    Breathing heavily, Aric released his grip, taking a cautious step back as the oppressive gravity dissipated completely. Evelyn slumped forward, catching herself on the desk before slowly rising to her feet. Penelope finally stood up while wiping her tears away.


    Seraphina glared daggers at him, her chest heaving as she struggled to compose herself.


    "What did you just do?" she demanded coldly,


    "I stopped you from destroying the estate¡ªand yourself." Aric replied firmly, meeting her gaze without flinching. Despite the pain radiating through his arms, he refused to show weakness.


    "Is that what you want? To end everyone? Destroying everything?"


    Callista chuckled softly, brushing imaginary dust off her dress as she straightened up.


    "Oh, Vayne. Always so dramatic. Don''t worry¡ªwe weren''t planning to destroy anything¡­ permanently."


    "You''re lucky Callista." Seraphina replied back while finally calming down.


    Aric turned his attention inward, addressing Ivy once more.


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    Are you sure about this plan? Because right now, it feels like walking into a lion''s den blindfolded. This two can''t even sit with each other for an hour before fighting like they want to end this world. I don''t think the plan is gonna be as straight forward as we hope.


    [Trust me, Administrator.] Ivy replied dryly.


    [We''ve already discussed this. You just need to get Lady Callista to agree to rewrite the debt using your inventions as payment. Focus on that¡ªand try not to die in the process.]


    Easier said than done. I bet Seraphina is thinking how I''m going to screw this up and Callista probably thinks she has me under her control. Aric thought bitterly, flexing his burned hands cautiously.


    His entire body trembled faintly as he slumped into the nearest chair, exhaustion and pain etched across his features.


    Ivy. Aric muttered internally, My hands¡­ they''re still burning.


    [Alright, Aric. Focus. Try using your healing magic again. It won''t patch you up instantly but it''ll do the job. The more you use it, the better your healing will be.]


    Closing his eyes, Aric concentrated on channeling Creation Magic into his wounds. Slowly but surely, the raw burns began to mend, the searing pain dulling to a manageable ache.


    He exhaled sharply, readjusting himself in the chair before finally looking up at the two women.


    "Well." he began stiffly,


    "Let''s get this over with."


    Callista leaned in closer casually against the desk,


    "So, darling." she purred sweetly,


    "You want to pay off the debt? All five hundred thousand gold sovereigns¡ªplus six months'' worth of interest?"


    "That''s right and stop calling me that." Aric replied evenly, meeting her gaze without flinching.


    "But more importantly, I want to override any documents giving you leverage over this estate. For every month late, you claim a percentage of House Arkwright. Right now, you''re sitting pretty at thirty nine percent ownership. I want to settle this today and give back my wife her ownership.''''


    Callista tilted her head, feigning innocence,


    Huh, don''t call you pet names? Oh you little boy.


    "And why should I agree to such terms, honey? What benefit do I get from letting you pay it all back in full? What if I refuse to let you pay and leverage power and control?"


    I''m not letting you pay that easily pet. You''re being disobedient now but just you wait when I get you on all fours.


    Aric clenched his jaw tightly, refusing to rise to her bait,


    "Well, I''m sure you''re already enjoying the cool air from the air conditioning unit¡ªand the warm floors beneath your feet, yes? I assume you''d like similar comforts installed in your own estate. Perhaps to flaunt them during your¡­ intimate encounters. Show off to the nobles. A status that is simply unheard of in this world."


    Callista laughed softly, "Oh, dear. It''s nice, sure. But let''s not pretend it''s irreplaceable. I''ve lived over two decades without such luxuries¡ªand survived quite well, thank you very much."


    Aric''s rising slowly to his feet, covering all the windows with curtains which made everyone confused as he turned toward the ceiling and flicked the switch.


    Instantly, the room was bathed in the soft glow of fluorescent lighting, banishing the shadows completely.


    "Not only is my light brighter, safer which makes lanterns obsolete." he explained coldly,


    "The heated floors ensures you won''t shiver in winter anymore without needing to rely on magic or wood. You also won''t suffer through summers anymore. I''m sure using ice, drenching yourself in cold water is a hassle when you compare to this sweet cold air no? No more wasting candles or oil lamps either. It''s safer, scalable and a business opportunity too. Not everyone has magic and with these inventions, you can make a profit too."


    To his satisfaction, Callista''s eyes widened ever so slightly¡ªan unmistakable flicker of interest.


    "But since you''ve made it clear you''re uninterested¡­" Aric trailed off, pulling out a document from his jacket pocket. Sliding it across the desk, he revealed a copy of Prince Thorin''s agreement of purchasing his blueprints.


    "This technology has earned the approval of none other than Prince Thorin Stonefist. You know, the prince dwarf? Do you understand what that means Callista? Dwarves that haven''t collaborated with humanity in three centuries now buying my technology? I wonder what that says politically."


    Before anyone could respond, the door burst open, and Borin stumbled inside. That entrance had been planned by Aric. To show dwarves working with him. Instead, Borin had forgotten his lines.


    "Oi! Lad, we need ye for-"


    Borin stopped cold, eyes locking on Callista.


    Silence.


    "¡­Erk. Sorry," he muttered, and slammed the door shut again.


    A long pause.


    Everyone felt confused, weirded out and cringed.


    Ivy cringing audibly in Aric''s mind, [That was¡­ painful.]


    No kidding, I''m gonna make him do all the heated floors as payback.


    Taking advantage of the stunned atmosphere, Aric pressed onward,


    "Now then." he continued smoothly, addressing Callista directly.


    "Imagine not having to access to technology that even dwarves love and work for. Not only am I offering it all for free¡ªin exchange for tweaking the documents and burning some. But since you refuse''''


    He leaned in closer, face to face against her,


    "I''ll pay the debt and come for your estate instead, you bitch."


    Did this fucking pet call me a bitch?


    Callista''s composure faltered. Her fingers twitched nervously, betraying the first hint of uncertainty.


    What the hell is this? Vayne never talk to me like this. He was a submissive fool, easy to manipulate.


    But those inventions...I thought I could get it for free but clearly not. Vayne being out of character is one thing but he has the prince backing him up and that dwarf coming inside.


    That was intentional despite being cringe. Clearly showing he has the dwarves on his side too.


    How did he even make these inventions? Vayne is stupid, obedient and arrogant! But the status of having this and expanding it to my regions...


    It will benefit me. I can sell it as luxury to the nobles I own and milk them. I can charge my citizens too...I can sell these as upgrades to their housing too...


    Fuck you Vayne! How dare you disobey me! Since when did you grow some balls?


    But just as quickly, she regained her footing,


    You poor little dog. You wanna play that way? I''ll end this now. I''ll crash everything.


    I''ll make Seraphina angry and break you. I will make you sign your life away as part of my agreement on this. I''ll break you Vayne and then, I''ll make you my dog again.


    "I see." she drawled,


    "Very well, pet. Let''s burn the old documents, rewrite the terms, and consider the debt paid in full. But I have one small condition."


    YES! I got her!


    "Oh?" Aric raised an eyebrow,


    "And what might that be?"


    What? You want supplies from me? Some dwarves? I''m sure I can handle it.


    Her eyes locked onto his, "I want you, darling. For all the debt and terms rewritten, I want you and your body."


    ''''And don''t worry¡ªI''m not asking you to divorce your little queen. No no, I want you as you are.''''


    At those words, Seraphina''s shadow tendrils erupted violently, her blue eyes blazed with fury,


    "You BITCH!" she snarled,


    "You dare claim what''s mine after everything you''ve done? The inventions alone are enough for your payment you piece of shit. Thorin paid 4 banknotes and my husband is offering it for free! But you insist on wanting him?"


    Callista merely chuckled, unfazed by Seraphina''s outburst.


    "Oh, relax, dear. It''s just business. Besides, he owes me far more than loyalty."


    Inside Aric''s mind, sheer panic erupted.


    SO IS IT PLAN Z TIME?! PLAN VIBRATOR!? he shouted frantically at Ivy.


    I DIDN''T THINK SHE WOULD BE THIS FUCKING FREAKY. WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW? SERAPHINA LOOKS LIKE SHE''S GONNA END HER PIECE BY PIECE.


    WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE BLOW UP THE DEAL!? I offered all my inventions and she still blew it up!


    [Stay calm.] Ivy snapped back,


    [We knew she''d try something like this. Stick to the plan¡ªno toys, no flirting. Just negotiate cleanly. She wanted to blow this deal up to get your reaction and Seraphina''s. Just fight clean Aric.]


    Clean? She blew it up Ivy! That''s it I''m gonna fucking make her go on her knees and grovel like a bitch.


    [Calm down Aric! Just trust me, we can compromise with her. I will guide you.]


    Despite her reassurance, Aric struggled to maintain his composure.


    "And if I refuse?"


    Callista shrugged nonchalantly,


    "Then I take my chances with the original agreement¡ªand destroy you both."

 Lets gamble Callista.

    Callista''s words hung in the air like a challenge. Her crimson eyes gleamed wickedly as she leaned back against the desk, her tone saccharine,


    "I mean it''s not that hard. All I want is you. Surely you can learn how to share Seraphina? After all, you already did before."


    On the outside, Aric remained calm and collected (trying to),


    ''''Just hold on for a second.'''' as he writes down some ''plans''


    But inside?


    Inside Aric''s mind, chaos erupted with mini Aric''s running in flames in his head,


    I''m gonna crash out Ivy! This bitch is insane, she''s doubling down! he shouted internally, desperation clawing at his mental voice.


    She can''t seriously expect me to be hers.


    [Oh, she absolutely expects it.] Ivy interrupted sharply,


    [This is exactly what I warned you about. Callista doesn''t just play, she will do everything and anything to win or destroy. Let me guide you since you suck at negotiation and you crashing out won''t do anything good.]


    Ivy crossed her arms, her amber eyes narrowing thoughtfully.


    [Here are your three choices. Listen carefully, because this isn''t just about saving face¡ªit''s about survival.]


    [Plan A. Deny her outright. Politely but firmly reject her condition while emphasizing that business should remain separate from personal matters. Appeal to logic¡ªremind her that signing the revised contract benefits both of you financially and strategically. If she refuses, threaten to walk away entirely and take your inventions elsewhere. This is basically your poker skills coming to life.]


    Aric frowned, considering the implications.


    But wouldn''t that piss her off? Knowing her, she''d retaliate by exposing our debts to everyone, keeping her ownership and going after Seraphina.


    [Exactly.] Ivy replied dryly. [Which brings us to Plan B.]


    [Plan B. Offer a compromise. Agree to her terms¡ªbut only superficially. Promise her ''exclusive access'' to you under specific conditions, such as private meetings or dinners, without actually following through. Use vague language in the contract to ensure nothing is legally binding. Essentially, buy yourself time to find another way out before she realizes you''ve tricked her.]


    Aric raised an eyebrow skeptically.


    That sounds¡­ risky. What happens when she figures out I''m stalling?


    Ivy countered confidently, [By then, you''ll have already secured enough leverage to neutralize her completely. Remember, Administrator¡ªyou''re dealing with a monster. Sometimes, fighting fire with fire is the only way to survive.]


    [And finally, Plan C. Whip out that ridiculous vibrator you are so obsessed and offer it as part of the deal. Frame it as a device of unparalleled pleasure designed specifically for someone of her¡­ refined tastes. No man or woman can compete. It''ll distract her long enough for you to renegotiate the terms back to Plan A or Plan B.]


    Aric stared at her blankly, You''re joking, right? All the options sucks right now!


    Hey, don''t knock it until you try it. Ivy shot back defensively.


    As Ivy concluded her analysis, Aric took a deep breath while writing all the plans down while forcing himself to relax despite the tension crackling in the room. Seraphina''s shadow tendrils writhed violently beside him, her fury palpable as she glared daggers at Callista.


    Meanwhile, Callista watched him intently, her lips curling into a smug smile as though she already knew she''d won.


    Aric muttered internally, weighing each option carefully.


    Plan B is basically suicide¡ªSeraphina will kill me in my sleep, dammit.


    Aric clenched his jaw tightly, his mind racing as he weighed the risks and rewards.


    Plan A... cleanest, safest, professional. But if she doesn''t budge, it''ll tank everything. She''ll drag my name through the dirt and take Seraphina down with me. She wants the power imbalance back. That''s the entire game here.


    Plan B? Ivy''s right¡ªit''s the smartest on paper. Play along, give her honeyed promises, delay her while we build leverage. But who am I kidding?


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    Seraphina would castrate me before Callista even send her first dinner invite. Callista eats lies like candy, she''d see through it in seconds and Seraphina will finally have a reason to kill me.


    He glanced between Seraphina and Callista, both women radiating danger in their own ways. One was ready to tear him apart emotionally¡ªor physically¡ªfor even entertaining such an offer. The other would devour him whole if given half a chance.


    She made Vayne her toy. She used his body, his obedience, and humiliated him and Seraphina over and over for her own gain. Aric told as he recalled the videos he watched with Ivy to understand Callista''s nature


    If she wants control, I''ll need to feed her the illusion of it. But I need to make her the one exposed, overstimulated, degraded in front of everyone in the end.


    I''ll force her to sign everything away in the chaos. Just like she did to him. She''ll get a taste of her own medicine¡ªwith interest.


    Aric lifted his head slowly, glancing down at the ''plans'' he''d scribbled out.


    "Lady Callista. Before I agree with your terms, I have a question." Aric began aloud,


    "Do you enjoy having an audience while you''re¡­fucking? You know, the small details."


    Evelyn gasped audibly with a facepalm and Penelope flinched visibly, clutching her satchels tighter as though bracing for chaos.


    And Seraphina? Her reaction was instantaneous¡ªand explosive.


    Her shadow tendrils surged forward, wrapping around Aric''s throat before he could blink. She yanked him off his feet, slamming him against the nearest wall with brutal force. His air supply cut off instantly, his hands clawing desperately at the tendrils choking him.


    Seraphina snarled, her voice low and venomous.


    "You DARE ask that in front of me? Are you seriously entertaining the idea Vayne? I thought you changed!"


    Aric wheezed, struggling to breathe as he croaked out a desperate plea.


    "W-Wait! Please¡­ calm down. You can skin me alive later¡ªI swear! Just¡­ hear me out!"


    For a moment, it seemed like Seraphina might ignore his words entirely. But then, slowly, reluctantly, she loosened her grip just enough for him to speak.


    Gasping for breath, Aric steadied himself, meeting Callista''s amused gaze head-on. Despite the bruises forming on his neck, he forced a smirk onto his face as he put on Vayne''s persona.


    "I won''t offer myself to you, Callista." he said with arrogance.


    "But I can give you unparalleled pleasure. Something no man¡ªor woman¡ªhas ever experienced before.''''


    ''''All I need is for you to do is spread your legs for me here. Right infront of everyone."


    The room went deathly silent. Penelope looked away uncomfortably, while Evelyn''s expression darkened further.


    Seraphina, however, snapped completely.


    Her shadow tendrils coiling tightly around his throat once more. This time, she didn''t stop until his face turned red, his struggles growing weaker by the second.


    Okay maybe I should''ve worded that nicely. I just wanted to get revenge on her! Aric told to himself as his visions starts to darken.


    "You pathetic excuse for a husband!" she spat venomously, leaning close enough for him to feel her hot breath on his skin.


    "Are you TRYING to make a fool out of me? Do you have any idea what happens next if you keep pushing me?"


    Aric choked out a response, his voice strained and barely audible.


    "I-I''m n-not offering m-myself to her¡­ w-wife. P-Please¡­ listen to me¡­"


    His words trailed off as black spots danced across his vision. Desperation fueled his final attempt to explain.


    "If I d-don''t do this, sh-she''ll always h-haunt us. I''m trying to show her th-that there''s something even she c-can''t resist¡­"


    I''m....gon..na...die!


    Whether it was his sincerity or sheer stupidity, something in his plea finally broke through Seraphina''s rage. Slowly, reluctantly, she released him, letting him collapse onto the floor in a heap.


    I don''t know what is your plan Vayne but heavens above you better have something remotely smart otherwise I''ll skin you after this.


    "I don''t care." she hissed coldly, stepping back.


    "Whatever you do next, know this¡ªI will kill you afterward."


    Aric coughed violently, clutching his throat as he crawled upright. Using Creation Magic, he healed the bruising just enough to regain his composure. Standing tall again with sore throat, he conjured the vibrator¡ªgleaming, sleek, and undeniably provocative.


    "Let''s make a deal since my wife here will kill me either way."


    Callista raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself.


    "If this toy here can make you experience an orgasm so fast, something no man or woman ever could¡ªthen you''ll sign the deal with all my terms. Full rights relinquished. Ownership revoked. Everything. But if I fail to do so¡­"


    "¡­I''ll sign my life away. Be your pet. Your property. Assuming I don''t die after this of course."


    Of course, I''m not gonna play fair. You didn''t either. I''m enchanting this vibrator.


    Callista tilted her head slightly,


    "And if I don''t want to agree?" she asked sweetly. "What if I just say no?"


    Aric didn''t flinch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two dwarven notes from Prince Thorin.


    He dropped them on the table.


    "Then not only will you never get access to my technologies, my materials or any blueprints ever¡­"


    He leaned in closer, voice dropping into something darker,


    "I''ll pay off every last debt today and then? I''ll come after you."


    "Well¡ªassuming I survive the night." he added with a wry glance at Seraphina, who was still glaring daggers at him, her hands twitching as though resisting the urge to strangle him again.


    "But even if I die, my wife won''t stop. She''ll burn your entire estate down and salt the ashes."


    Callista''s smile didn''t waver, but her fingers twitched slightly against the armrest.


    "So let''s make this crystal clear." Aric continued now as he gestured to the vibrator in his hand, then pointed at the contract beside it.


    "You''re the one who demanded the terms that included power, control, humiliation all in the form of ownership over me. You owned me like a toy before and made me sign documents while overstimulated and humiliated in front of your guests."


    "Well, Callista, if you want to own me again then you have to play by your own rules this time. You want dominance over me? Then spread it. Right here, in front of everyone."


    He walked forward, slowly placing the vibrator beside the contract.


    "And there''s something in it for you of course. If you don''t cum, you humiliate me. You prove my invention is useless. That I''m a failure. That I deserve nothing but to crawl back to you, collar on, leash tight."


    "So, what do you say?" as Aric sat down on the desk with his legs cross and has the look of the devil himself.


    Come on, I know feel challenged now. You the control freak can''t ever let the pet win right?

 The Vibrator Gambit

    Callista looked at Aric, then the contract¡­ and the large vibrator glinting on the table beside it.


    No way that thing is going to do what he claims. Seconds? Please. I''ve had men, women, trained doms, enchanted toys. I''ll show that toy of his is useless.


    This isn''t new territory. I know pleasure and I''ve mastered it.


    He thinks I''ll fall apart in front of an audience? That I''ll melt and give up everything just because he added a fancy setting or two?


    Vayne must be losing his damn mind.


    Something gnawed at her, just beneath the surface. Because deep down, she knew this wasn''t about the toy.


    This was about pride. About dominance. Control.


    He''s flipping the game. Making me the subject. He''s gambling everything on this to get the same humiliation I used to crush him.


    Her lips twitched at the memory¡ªthat day.


    That moment when she had Vayne kneeling at her feet, a trembling mess of sweat and broken pride, her staff standing in the room pretending not to look¡­ but they all saw.


    Every thrust. Every twitch. Every time she forced him to sign a new clause between sobs of overstimulation. She''d made sure of it.


    He signed it with his cum-stained hand.


    That was power. And now?


    Now he wanted me to be in that position? Legs spread, undone in front of the very same people who feared me? I''ve never done that.


    Not me. Not in front of others. I''ve made others kneel and watched them squirm. But I''ve never been the one on display.


    She licked her lips subconsciously,


    But if I refuse¡­ if I back down¡­ he''ll walk. He''ll pay it all off, and that wife of his will probably gut me alive before I can blink.


    Is a few minutes of performance really that steep a price?


    Her eyes narrowed on the toy again.


    Fine, Vayne. Let''s see if you''ve really invented something legendary¡­ or if you''re just desperate to feel powerful one last time before I crush you again.


    She glanced at Seraphina,


    Of course she''s watching this closely.


    But still, she leaned back in her chair, her voice smooth as ever.


    "I accept your deal, darling." she purred.


    Ivy screamed into Aric''s mind like a banshee on fire.


    [YOU ABSOLUTE MANIAC! WHAT KIND OF STRATEGY IS THIS!? THIS ISN''T PLAN Z, THIS IS PLAN ''ZOMBIFY EVERYONE IN THE ROOM WITH TRAUMA!'']


    Aric blocked her out. He was too deep in it now.


    Callista inhaled slowly. And then¡ªwithout breaking eye contact¡ªshe spread her legs. No hesitation. No shame.


    She wore nothing underneath her dress.


    A quiet, collective breath was sucked from the room.


    Her folds glistened slightly under the light, her thighs parting like curtains to a theater she was about to perform in.


    And yet... even Callista felt her cheeks flush¡ªactually flush¡ªwith heat. A rare vulnerability. Not from the exposure itself, but the silence.


    Why does it feel so hot in here? she cursed silently.


    I''ve humiliated dozens in public¡­ why do I feel like I''m the one on trial?


    Seraphina watched, her shadow tendrils slowly curling back into her silhouette, no longer trembling with rage.


    Huh. Seraphina thought with cold amusement.


    Spreading her legs like a whore for a man she once enslaved?


    Vayne no less too...My husband, the man I once wept for while she turned him into her personal toy. And now she''s the one exposed. On display.


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    Her lips curled into a faint smirk.


    How poetic. How utterly satisfying. I still could not forgive him for ever cheating on me but...it would be lying to say this wasn''t scratching an itch I have.


    Penelope couldn''t look away either,


    Lady Callista¡­ baring herself like that? She never let anyone see her like this.


    Never. And now she''s doing it for¡­ him?


    Evelyn crossed her arms tighter, eyes narrowed like knives.


    This room is insanity incarnate.


    But still¡­ she couldn''t stop watching.


    Callista always talked a big game. Always in control. But now? She''s showing her cunt like a glorified bitch.


    For a man she once owned no less. And I can''t tell if she''s winning¡­ or Vayne is doing this as a last ditch effort.


    Aric smirked, stepping forward with measured confidence. The vibrator hummed softly in his hand like a devil''s whisper.


    "Well then, let''s hope you don''t cum." he said, voice low and deadly-smooth.


    Without hesitation, he gripped her thighs and spread them wider¡ªforceful, controlled. A gasp echoed somewhere behind him.


    It''s not even that pretty. Seriously Vayne, your taste in women sucks besides Seraphina I guess.


    He pressed the device against her clit and infused the device with aphrodisiac properties using Creation Magic, weaving in chemical triggers only his knowledge could synthesize.


    Then came the second infusion¡ªan amplification spell. Channeling the feedback of nerve receptors into an exponential loop. Pleasure, multiplied by a hundred. Any normal human wouldn''t last two seconds.


    And activated it.


    Within seconds, Callista''s eyes shot wide open, pupils dilating in sheer disbelief as her entire body jerked. Her thighs tried to clamped around Aric''s wrist but Aric kept it open forcefully.


    Then came the moans¡ªdeep, guttural, involuntary.


    Her knees buckled.


    Her back slammed against the desk behind her. Her body twitched as if electrocuted, the desk creaking under her spasms.


    No¡ªnono...Fuck....nono¡ªwhat is this¡ª her mind screamed.


    But her body had other plans. She came¡ªviolently, shamelessly, completely.


    It took less than ten seconds for her to cum.


    Legs trembling. Core convulsing. Arms flailing. Moaning like an animal. Her body betrayed every ounce of pride she had.


    Her face flushed and sweat beading on her forehead. When the vibrations stopped, she stared at him incredulously.


    She hated how much she loved it.


    Pleasure more intense than anything she''d ever felt¡ªnot from men, women, toys, magic, or the darkest corners of her fantasies¡ªripped through her like a storm of lightning and silk.


    And then came the pain¡ªa deep, pleasurable ache in her folds from how violently her body reacted. The overwhelming sensitivity tore tears from the corners of her eyes.


    This is¡­ this is unattainable. Inhuman. Impossible.


    I''ve never felt anything like this¡ªsuch raw, unbridled ecstasy that tears apart every boundary I thought I knew. It''s as if every fiber of my being is set aflame by a pleasure so inhuman it borders on agony.


    I need it. I need it desperately.


    Aric smirked triumphantly, deliberately turning the device back on and putting on her clit again.


    "Like I said¡ªunparalleled pleasure. Now, let me just show you again since you don''t understand it.''''


    ''''Wait wai-''''


    Before she could even finish that sentence, Callista cried out again. Squirming helplessly as the sensations overwhelmed her once more.


    She orgasmed again, and again. In just 30 seconds, she was shivering on the ground on all fours like a dog.


    Look at her. Seraphina mused darkly, as she observed Callista now kneeling on all fours, her body trembling with the aftershocks of relentless ecstasy and pain.


    Pathetic. She has become nothing more than a whimpering mess. Utterly exposed, reduced to a quivering, desperate mess.


    It''s satisfying to see her like this.


    Aric looked at Callista and his inner Vayne speaking through him, Time to end this.


    As Aric approached her, Callista started to panic,


    I can''t¡ªthis has to stop, she thought frantically, her inner voice laced with both desperate need and defiant resistance.


    I''m losing control.


    Callista gathered herself. With a furious burst of gravity magic, she shoved Aric away, stumbling back toward the desk. Her eyes flashed with a cocktail of anger and vulnerability as she forced herself upright, nearly collapsing under the weight of her conflicting emotions.


    "Enough!" she snapped, her voice sharp and trembling with barely contained rage.


    "Fine, Vayne. If I agree to your terms¡ªthe debt wiped clean, ownership returned to House Arkwright¡ªI want that toy exclusively. Sell it to me."


    Aric tilted his head, feigning contemplation,


    You''re desperate now Callista. You''ll bend to my demands.


    "No can do. I could sell this to countless others¡ªsex-crazed fiends who''d pay fortunes for it."


    Callista hesitated, clearly caught off guard. She had expected him to agree. The frustration bubbled up inside her¡ªeverything she had been through, everything she had begged for, and he was rejecting her.


    She was overstimulated beyond belief, but now her desperation had reached a new high,


    "One...royal note. Just for the toy. Please. Consider the debt paid in full and I''ll sign whatever documents you want as well!"


    Aric''s grin widened impossibly further, his inner Vayne manifesting fully as triumph surged through him.


    Gotcha, bitch. he thought gleefully, masking his elation behind a fa?ade of nonchalance.


    "Okay, deal." he replied casually, as though he hadn''t just manipulated and made one of the most dangerous women alive into submission.


    "Sign here, and we''re done."


    Seraphina and Evelyn exchanged stunned glances, their anger dissipating into wary curiosity. Penelope sighed in relief, knowing she wouldn''t have to endure Callista''s relentless demands anymore.


    As for Callista herself, she grabbed the pen that Aric gave and with trembling hands, signing the revised contract without protest.


    Aric watched silently, his heart pounding with adrenaline. For now, the immediate threat was neutralized.


    Meanwhile, in her digital realm, Ivy stared at her monitors in horror. Every prediction algorithm she had been running suddenly jammed, spitting out error messages as timelines shifted unpredictably. Screens flickered wildly, displaying chaotic streams of data that defied logic. Even her phone buzzed incessantly with notifications:


    ''Future Timeline Changed: Critical Error Detected.''


    "No, no, NO!" Ivy shouted, grabbing random files as she sprinted across galaxies within her virtual space. She snatched up a document labeled ERROR, scanning its contents frantically.


    Whatever Aric did, it rewrote fate itself.

 Aric has rewritten fate

    Ivy watched as the holographic screens around her flickered erratically, rewriting themselves with unprecedented speed.


    Lines of code shifted and rearranged, forming entirely new pathways that defied logic. A single phrase scrolled across multiple monitors in bold letters:


    ''NEW TIMELINE CREATED.''


    Her amber eyes narrowed sharply as she processed the implications.


    Aric had somehow managed to alter not only his own destiny but the fates of everyone connected to him? It''s a feat no mere human should have been capable of accomplishing.


    How in the hell was shoving a vibrator to Callista the way to break fate? My plans was flawless.


    Her phone buzzed insistently on the desk beside her, breaking the eerie silence of her realm.


    Picking it up, she answered with a curt tone. ''''What now?''''


    The voice on the other end chuckled softly, dripping with amusement.


    "Well, isn''t he interesting? A philosopher turned underground cleaner who not only rewrote fate for himself¡ªa feat even I thought impossible¡ªbut also created an entirely new timeline. Looks like you''re going to have to adjust your cube again, friend."


    Ivy clenched her jaw tightly, irritated at this whole scenario. Reaching into her spatial pocket, she pulled out her dodecahedron cube¡ªa sleek, crystalline device etched with intricate runes.


    Cracks had begun spreading along its surface, distorting the once-clear projections within.


    ''''This wasn''t supposed to happen!'''' Ivy snapped, slamming the damaged cube onto the desk.


    ''''I set the safest possible timeline for him¡ªone where survival was guaranteed without catastrophic consequences! And now look at this mess!''''


    "Oh, calm down." the Being replied lazily,


    "You knew full well when you took on the role of guide that variables could shift unexpectedly. Besides, aren''t you impressed? He''s literally rewriting reality itself."


    ''''Impressed?!'''' Ivy exclaimed incredulously, pacing furiously across her virtual space.


    ''''Well yes but do you realize what this means? Every calculation I made is useless now! If he keeps doing things like this, I don''t know how to guide him!''''


    The Being laughed outright at her frustration.


    "If you dislike it so much, why don''t you take my job back? Or better yet, become co-workers? But I don''t think you will considering, you like him."


    ''''Don''t tempt me.''''Ivy growled under her breath,


    ''''Your ''methods'' are reckless and unpredictable. At least I try to keep order intact.''''


    "The pot calling the kettle black." the Being countered smoothly,


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    "Admit it, Ivy. You''re fascinated by him. Otherwise, you wouldn''t still be sticking around. Now stop sulking and adapt. Change is inevitable."


    With that parting shot, the call disconnected abruptly, leaving Ivy alone amidst the swirling chaos of her domain. She stared at the cracked cube for a long moment before sighing deeply.


    Adjustments would need to be made¡ªagain.


    Back in the real world, the tension in Vayne''s office lingered thickly despite the resolution reached moments earlier. Aric slumped into his chair, his hands trembling faintly from adrenaline overload.


    His grey eyes darted between Seraphina and Callista, both women radiating conflicting emotions¡ªskepticism, satisfaction, and lingering suspicion.


    Seraphina snatched up the freshly signed documents, her sharp blue eyes scanning each line meticulously.


    For someone claiming amnesia, my husband had somehow crafted a legally airtight agreement. Every detail accounted for: ownership restored fully to House Arkwright upon completion of the inventions, the debt wiped clean, making Callista pay us one note as compensation for the toy and even an additional clause where any expansion made beyond her estate was to be given royalties.


    "How do you know how to write legal contracts?" Seraphina demanded sharply at Aric.


    "Don''t you have amnesia? Or did that accident give you some miraculous understanding of contracts?"


    Well she has a good point. Normally someone like Vayne could only dream of writing that stuff but divorce and job contract had so much legal jargon so you learn a thing or two. Plus watching that show about a fake lawyer with insane memory prove to be handy.


    Aric shrugged weakly, "Does it matter?"


    Callista reached into her pouch and retrieved a pristine banknote emblazoned with the royal seal¡ªa ''Royal City Note'' indicating it belonged to one of the royal family members. Handing it over cautiously, she smirked faintly.


    "Here''s your payment. One note, as promised."


    Seraphina inspected the note thoroughly, her expression shifting from skepticism to wary approval.


    "It''s legit." she admitted grudgingly, tucking the note away securely.


    "But how did you manage to get a royal family member under your control?"


    Callista simply smiled enigmatically, leaning heavily on Penelope as she struggled to stand.


    "You know why." she told cryptically.


    Penelope steadied her mistress carefully, glancing nervously between Seraphina and Aric. Despite her outward composure, Callista''s legs visibly shook, betraying the lingering effects of the vibrator demonstration.


    "Now then..." Callista continued, regaining some semblance of poise despite her condition.


    "We''ll need to set...a date for you to visit my estate and install these...inventions and also giving me all the blueprints stated in the contract. I assume you''ll require measurements and inspections beforehand?"


    Seraphina stepped forward abruptly, "I''ll be accompanying him." she declared.


    Whether driven by distrust, hatred, or jealousy, her reasoning remained unclear¡ªbut her stance was firm.


    Callista raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.


    "Oh? How protective of you, darling. Don''t worry¡ªI won''t bite¡­ unless invited."


    Callista turned toward the door, her movements slow due to her legs still shivering,


    "Before I leave, though, I''d like to see that metal box downstairs¡ªthe one that looks really tall. What did you call it? A fridge?"


    "It''s called a refrigerator." Aric explained tersely, rising to his feet.


    "It preserves food using cold temperatures, extending its shelf life significantly."


    Callista nodded approvingly, gesturing for Penelope to assist her as they began making their way toward the kitchen.


    "Fascinating. Lead the way, my dear penelope. I must see this marvel for myself."


    In the kitchen, Darius stood supervising the staff, his imposing figure dominating the bustling space. When Callista entered, supported awkwardly by Penelope, his brow furrowed in confusion.


    "What the hell is wrong with you?" he barked gruffly, pointing at her unsteady legs.


    Callista waved him off dismissively, hobbling closer to inspect the humming refrigerator.


    "Nothing a little rest won''t fix..." she quipped lightly, running a finger along the smooth metallic surface. "So this is the fridge? Fascinating. How does it work?"


    Darius crossed his arms,


    "Yeah. It preserves food in cold temperatures, making them last longer. There''s two sections, the cooler and the freezer. Freezer is for raw meats like that."


    Callista chuckled softly, leaning against the counter for support.


    "That is quite remarkable. Though¡­" She glanced slyly at Aric, who lingered near the doorway.


    "¡­I might need further demonstrations later."

 Im always Vayne.

    The moment those words left Callista''s lips, Seraphina snapped.


    Without hesitation, she closed the heavy oak door shut.


    The lock clicked audibly, sealing them inside.


    "Explain yourself nicely." she demanded coldly, spinning on her heel to face Aric.


    "What''s your plan here? The toy? ''Spread your legs''? Was that all necessary? Especially make her climax right infront of me and Evelyn? Did you develop some weird fetish now alongside with the legal contracts?"


    Aric met her gaze steadily. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what came next. For once, he didn''t flinch under her wrath¡ªinstead, he stood tall, his grey eyes reflecting a mix of pain and resolve.


    "You want an explanation?" he began quietly,


    "Fine. Let me spell it out for you. First, I remember everything¡ªor rather, I know what you''ve told me about how much shame Callista brought upon you. How I supposedly cheated on you with her. So, I decided to return the favour. Humiliate her in front of everyone, make her lose control and make her like a dog. After all, isn''t that what she thrives on? Domination? Manipulation? Well, guess what? I showed her she''s nothing compared to you."


    "Second." he continued,


    "I wanted her to pay us back for all the damage caused and reverse the debt. One note. With that money, we can start paying off the smaller debts or pay off the Crown Regent. We now have five notes: four from Thorin and one from her. If you want to keep those notes and strengthen the estate, fine. Use them however you see fit. But if you do that..."


    He shrugged carelessly, though his eyes burned with intensity.


    "You should use me. I''ll sell my inventions to every debtor, settle everything¡ªincluding the Royal Treasury loan¡ªand then leave this estate. No strings attached."


    Seraphina stared at him, stunned into silence by the sheer audacity of his words. Evelyn, who had been lingering near the doorway, exchanged a glance with her mistress, clearly unsure whether to intervene or remain silent.


    Finally, Seraphina found her voice.


    "You manipulated everyone to your advantage, my reaction, Borin coming in, Callista''s pride and used it all in this negotiation? You weren''t this smart when I married you but you sure as hell are manipulative."


    Aric laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and broken.


    "Yeah, well, if this is manipulation, then I must be terrible at making you get off my fucking back. Because even when I told you I woke up a month ago with no memory of whatever I am, which I did by the way. You don''t believe me. You hurt me. You degrade me. You can''t even call me your husband without looking like you want to kill me."


    His voice cracked slightly as tears welled up in his eyes,


    ''''So seriously, I''m doing us both a favour here. I''m offering to finish all the debts and then leave¡ªwith no strings attached. I won''t even ask for a divorce since that''s apparently a political power play in our world. Or if you prefer..."


    He tilted his head mockingly, exposing his neck.


    "You can kill me right here, right now. Publicly, if you prefer. Whatever helps you sleep at night."


    Seraphina stepped closer, her shadow tendrils snapping dangerously around her. She jabbed a finger into his chest, her voice rising until it filled the room.


    "Don''t act like you''re some noble martyr, Vayne! You think this changes anything? That throwing money at our problems will magically erase everything you''ve done? You turned House Arkwright into a laughingstock. You may have clear one debt but the damage is far more than just money. Lives were lost. Reputation sunk and dignity was gone."


    Ah. I''m so fucking done with this. Aric said to himself, unknowingly using Vayne''s persona.


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    Her nails dug into his skin, drawing blood, but Aric didn''t flinch. Instead, he grabbed her wrist firmly and locking his eyes onto hers.


    "No matter what I do, I''m always Vayne to you." he said through gritted teeth,


    "No matter how many times I try to fix things, no matter how hard I work to undo the damage, no matter how much technology I make, how many soaps I do, how hard I try to undo this fucking body damage, none of it matters to you.''''


    ''''I''ll always be the monster who ruined your life. And you know what? Fine. Call me whatever you want. Hate me all you need to. But don''t stand there pretending I haven''t tried.''''


    ''''Don''t you dare act like I haven''t spent every waking second trying to make this right! Don''t fucking act like I haven''t told the truth a million fucking times that I''m not Vayne."


    Tears streamed down his cheeks now, unchecked and raw. Memories of his old life flooded back, each attempt at redemption met with failure, each effort to prove himself dismissed as futile.


    Ah, I''m venting but I can''t stop. I''m so tired of all the name calling, head slapping, petty kicks the entire month I was here. Aric told to himself bitterly while Ivy didn''t dare to intefere.


    He''s using Vayne''s persona right now. Ivy thought as she scrambled through the library to find an answer.


    She grabbed a book about ''Essence'' and flipping through it.


    I think Aric is accessing Vayne''s core personality. Can that even happen?


    "So tell me, Seraphina¡ªwhat do you want from me? Is abusing me supposed to numb your suffering? Does hurting me somehow ease the pain you carry? Do you want to bully me in front of the staff? Make them hate me more? Degrade me? Punish me yourselves? I''m asking you sincerely¡ªwhat the fuck do you want?"


    His voice broke on the last word, raw and desperate. He released her wrist, letting his arms drop limply to his sides. His entire body sagged under the weight of his emotions.


    "Every day, I wake up knowing I''m responsible for horrors I don''t even remember committing. I don''t sleep at night remembering your words and everybody''s faces. Every time I look at you, I see the hatred in your eyes¡ªthe disgust. And maybe I deserve it. Maybe Vayne does. But I''m not him.''''


    ''''I''ve never been him since the day I woke up. I have no memory of his and I''m telling you again, that I''m stuck in this goddamn body. Yet you refuse to see that. You refuse to listen to me and you refuse to acknowledge that I''ve done nothing but try to fix this mess while enduring your constant abuse."


    He turned and walked toward the door, his steps heavy with exhaustion. He wiped angrily at his tears, as he turn his face back towards her,


    ''''God I wanna tell you who I am and what I was before, how I''m just trying to make amends but you won''t listen to me and I''m not going to force you to listen to me. If you have an answer or any question, you know where to find me.''''


    He gestured vaguely toward the vibrator,


    "And since you''re probably wondering how I made that vibrator¡ªit''s Creation Magic. The way my magic works is whatever I can think and understand, I can manifest it. If you want to add another insult to the list, go ahead. Call me a sex-crazed maniac too. There¡ªnow I''ve given you ammunition."


    Without waiting for a response, he opened the door softly, closing it behind him with a quiet click that echoed through the tense silence.


    Seraphina looked genuinely confused. She opened her mouth to respond to Aric''s rant but hesitated.


    What could I have said? How do I even know you''re telling the truth? You who woke up a month ago into your own body, have no memories of the crimes you did yet you made all those inventions while being a completely different person.


    You made Callista pay us back and reverse the ownership back to me. But how do I even begin to believe you? Listen to you?


    I have tried for 2 years in our entire marriage. Supporting you to be sober, to stop your degeneracy but you went ahead and destroy that by cheating on me with Callista and then you spiral out of control. Abuse, breaking your sobriety, gambling...


    How can I even do that when you bear the face of a monster? But how can I divorce you when all you did was try to solve all the debts you created? Are you even Vayne?


    Instead, she simply stared at the closed door, her icy exterior beginning to crack ever so slightly.


    Evelyn approached cautiously, her expression softening as she observed her mistress''s turmoil.


    "Your Grace¡­ perhaps it''s time to reconsider."


    Seraphina shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper.


    "How can I? Everything he says¡­ it contradicts everything I believed about him."


    Evelyn interjected gently, "But it explains so much. Since his amnesia, has he shown any sign of being the man you despise? Has he acted selfishly or recklessly? Or has he only tried to repair what was broken? This Vayne even said he ''woke up'' and found himself in this body like some sort soul swap."


    Seraphina sank into the chair, covering her face with her hands. Her breathing grew erratic, torn between anger and guilt.


    "But what about the pain he caused me? The humiliation? The betrayal? Am I supposed to just¡­ forgive him?"


    "No." Evelyn replied firmly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.


    "Forgiveness isn''t about forgetting. It''s about letting go of the poison festering inside you. Holding onto this hatred¡ªit''s destroying you, Your Grace."


    Seraphina started to sob uncontrollably, clutching Evelyn''s dress tightly as though afraid to let go.


    ''''Forgiving could be apart of your journey, Your Grace. If that man is really not Vayne, it would explain so much as to why he could create all this technology, how he is smarter than the man we know and why the dwarves like him so much.''''


    ''''Perhaps it is time to listen to him. Start small, you don''t have to believe him but please, try to at least hear his story. The hate within you now is eating you.'''' Evelyn concluded as she rubbed Seraphina back and hugging her.