"Hm?" Selunara's brow twitched lightly. She raised her head from the documents in hands with an odd look on her face.
A sudden sense of unease struck her, causing her heart to palpitate out of rhythm for a moment.
Pressing a hand to her chest her brows furrowed in confusion. 'Did something happen back home? Is it Nevi?'
The moment that thought crossed her mind, she instantly grew anxious and abruptly stood up and exited her cabin. The salty aroma of brine struck her as she walked out onto the deck of the ship.
"Oh? What's got you so ruffled princess?" a mischievous voice echoed from behind her, "Thinking of that wimp you call a son again?"
Selunara's face darkened as she turned her head and shot an icy glare over her shoulder. The target of her ire was an unnerving swarm of bats floating behind her.
"I've warned you before Elizabeth. Do. Not. Insult. My baby." Selunara growled out menacingly.
"Hahahaha!" The swarm of bats let out an eerie laugh as it floated down to the deck. As it hit the deck, the swarm burst into a plume of dark mist before it began to billow into the silhouette of a woman.
A long pale leg emerged from the mist, followed by the appearance of a woman that seemed to suck the very warmth out of the atmosphere. She was beautiful in a way that didn't demand attention but quietly claimed it all the same.
Her blood red eyes gleamed against the darkness of the night; her white hair swayed in the sea breeze like a haunting veil. When she moved, it felt unhurried, deliberate, as if the world had learned to slow itself for her.
"Come on Selly, I'm only teasing…kinda. I mean he is useless…and weak…and pathetic…and-" Elizabeth immediately stopped talking as an overbearing aura began to envelop her.
Raising her arms in mock surrender, she flashed her most innocent smile revealing two large canines on either of her mouth.
"Got it, got it. No teasing in front of Mama dragon. Message received loud and clear."
Selunara huffed and turned her head back to the open ocean, ignoring the annoying vampire behind her. Her gaze seemed locked in a particular direction, the worry etched on her brows only pulling them closer as time passed.
'Is it just my imagination? No, I have to see for myself. I have to go check my Nevi!'
Sensing the mood, Elizabeth decided to stop playing around and asked in concern, "Is something wrong? Your blood flow is a bit chaotic right now."
Selunara remained silent for a moment. Then, as if coming to some sort of decision, a massive pair of leathery silver wings sprouted from her back.
"H-Hey!" startled Elizabeth hurriedly rushed to the edge of the ship as she watched her friend take off into the sky. "What the hell is going on?"
Confused, Elizabeth's body broke apart once again into a swarm of bats and chased after the anxious mother dragon.
"She could have at least waited a second." Elizabeth muttered. As she chased after Selunara, she couldn't help but inwardly complain. 'Dammnit, Nevaris if this is due to another one of your pathetic displays I swear, I'm gonna force you to train with me! And Selunara isn't gonna save you this time!'
…
The atmosphere in Nevaris' chamber was strange. Garren looked like he had seen a ghost, his jaw seeming to have dislocated.
The two girls behind him were also weird. One of them had her eyes covered due to the gory scene around them, while the other was unabashedly scraping her eyes over every inch of his body, looking like she was about to start salivating.
Nevaris looked at the three of them with a look that screamed 'If you touch me, I'll scream'. But before he could address the intruders in his room, a familiar monotone voice rang out in his mind.
"Evolution?" Nevaris asked, perplexed. 'I thought nonhumans only evolve every 25 levels?'
Nevaris stroked his chin as he sank into his thoughts. 'I wonder if there is a way to check my condition? Like stats or something?'
Nevaris widened his eyes, 'Interface? What is-'
Just as he thought it, a floating wall of text manifested in the air in front of him. Startled, he almost leapt back in surprise. But as his gaze focused on the words, his eyes sparkled.
"Holy…shit."
[Name: Nevaris Aurelion]
[Race: Silver Wyrm → Apocalypse Imoogi]
[Age: 18]
[Level: 1/∞]
[Exp: 0/1000]
[Class: Martial God]
[Evolution Path: Hidden]
[Health: 100 → 12000]
[Strength: 28 → 1800]
[Vitality: 10 → 1500]
[Agility: 2 → 3000]
[Mana: 5 → 1700]
'T-These stat jumps seem kinda high for just level 1 right!?' Nevaris screamed internally. 'A-And is that a class!? I thought only humans got those??'
Nevaris felt his head begin to lighten in the light of his giddiness, completely ignoring all the words after 'nor incorrect'.
This was it! This is what a transmigrated, overpowered, badass MC should be like.
Basking in the holy sight before him, Nevaris suddenly realized something and asked out loud, "Wait, are you like, my system or something? Do they have systems in this universe!?"
"T-The young master is talking to himself?"
"Has the twat finally gone mental?"
"What is a system?"
"I don't care, just don't block the view!"
Hearing the hushed voices, Nevaris seemed to remember that he wasn't alone in the room. Shifting his gaze he locked eyes with the heated gazes of the mansion servants crowded around the door.
Without a hint of fluster despite his nakedness, he smiled naturally and let out a casual wave to the crowd. Whether as Caleum or Nevaris, he had never been ashamed of his body. Why hide beauty?
Yes, Nevaris was a shameless man. Sue him!
But that harmless smile did it.
Not even two seconds later, another deluge of blood erupted from the noses of all the female servants as they promptly fainted. The male servants hurriedly tried to grab them before they fell, quite a few of them taking a few "liberties" with them as they helped them away.
Chuckling softly, Nevaris turned his eyes to the old dragon still standing frozen in front of him. After experiencing the old Nevaris' life, he knew who the old man was immediately.
"Hey ya senile lizard, you die of shock?"
Garren, sensing the disrespectful words aimed at him, seemed to finally awaken from his catatonic state. Stuttering he asked, "W-Who the hell are you!? And where is my young master!?"
Nevaris plugged his ears in the face of Garren's roar. Picking his ear in mild annoyance, he said, "Damn old man, I'm standing right here. Can't even recognize the kid you've been wailing on since I could walk?"
"B-Bullshit! My young master isn't some playboy looking boy toy like you! Where is he!?" Garren roared again.
Now thoroughly annoyed, Nevaris roared back, "Me! It's me! I am Nevaris, you old bastard! And who the hell are you calling a boy toy!? Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful fucker!"
Garren froze, "Y-Young master…i-is that really you?" His voice came out like a whisper almost to himself.
Nevaris rolled his eyes, "Who else? Anyway, can you see anything floating in front of me?"
As he spoke, he pointed a finger at the screen in front of him. Garren's expression was at first confused before morphing to a strange look as his eyes shifted from where Nevaris pointed back to his face.
'As I thought I have a system! MUHAHAHA!' Nevaris cackled inwardly in pure exaltation.
But before he could start gloating, his dreams were ruthlessly shattered.
"You mean your interface, young master? What about it?" Garren asked worriedly.
The wide grin on Nevaris' face froze as the echoes of a broken heart resounded from his chest.
Nevaris' brow twitched slightly at the discontent and disdain in the monotonous voice.
'Gotcha, you're a tool of unlimited potential and possibility. Noted. You know, for a robot, you're sounding awfully human.' Nevaris joked.
'Hey wait, I still have questions! Hey? HEY!' Nevaris screamed internally in frustration, 'Getting real sick of the blue balls I keep getting.'
*poke, poke, pokeee*
Nevaris' body tensed slightly before his vision shifted downward. In front of him, the drooling chick from earlier was poking his newly grown six-pack with mesmerized zeal.
"...Having fun?" Nevaris asked amusedly.
Lilith nodded her head in an absentminded manner, "A lot of fun."
Nevaris laughed, "Well, get your fill. A body like mine is built to be admired." He nodded to himself with a narcissistic smugness.
"Oh, that's right." Nevaris said as if realizing something, "Who are you guys?"
Lilith answered without stopping her increasingly aggressive groping, "I'm your wife, nice to meet you, husband~"
"Eh?"