Victor swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his body started to heat up when he sensed two soft, round objects squish down on his back, but he jolted out of his daze when an extremely seductive voice whispered in his ear. Victor immediately jumped forward to make some distance.
He cautiously looked at the figure, and his eyes widened. 'Holy shit… What a beauty…'
This was Victor's first thought when he saw the feminine figure for the first time.
He saw an extremely beautiful woman wearing a thin black maxi dress which highlighted every inch of her voluptuous body. She had long, slender legs, and a pale complexion that made it seem like she was made out of pure milk. She had long black hair spread behind her like a cape in the wind, long eyelashes, and black pupils that stared directly at him with a teasing smile on those red lips. Victor felt his mind go hazy, drawn directly to her. He felt that even if he became her slave, it would be worth it just to serve her.
[High Level Charm detected]
[???? bloodline is reacting]
[Neutralizing charm]
The row of text appeared, and the black-haired figure raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. Victor, who was being drawn to her, felt himself pull back.
"Interesting, you can resist my charm. Not many can do that. Well, I shouldn't expect anything less from someone with a Primogenitor bloodline," the black-haired beauty said as she looked at Victor with interest.
"!!!!" Victor's eyes shrunk to the size of needles when he heard her words.
'Heavens, first an extremely seductive beauty appears and I can barely control myself from pouncing on her, and now she even knows my Primogenitor's bloodline identity. Fuck, does she even know that I am a transmigrator?' Victor cried out as he looked at the black-haired beauty in horror.
"Heh, if you want, you can ravage me if you like, I won't mind," the black-haired beauty giggled softly. Her face changed from innocent to charming, like a seductress, as she winked at him. "To answer your question, I did not know you were a transmigrator, but now that you've thought about it, I know."
The woman spoke with an even more profound look as she scrutinized Victor.
'Heavens, she can read my mind?' Victor felt a tremor in his heart as he cursed himself while looking at the woman warily, regretting why he mentioned that.
"Yes, I can read your mind," the beauty confirmed, and Victor fell silent as he did not know what to say.
"I see… you are from a parallel world, and after completing a mission you got regressed here," the beauty said as she looked at the Akasha Tree.
"Wait, I didn't think about that this time. How did you know? And who the hell are you, and how did you get here?" Victor asked calmly after regaining his bearings.
"Guess," the woman said with a teasing smirk.
"..." Victor looked at her with a deadpan expression, veins throbbing on his forehead after hearing her reply.
"Fine, I won't tease you, spoil-sport," said the woman with a pout as she looked at Victor. "My name is Camelia, a very powerful high-ranker and a Primordial Dragon—the strongest species of dragons."
The woman spoke with a proud expression, while Victor just looked at her in confusion.
"Where are your horns and tail?" Victor was honestly surprised that she was a dragon. He had no idea what a Primordial Dragon was, but it sure sounded formidable. He knew there were dragons in the tower, but only in the upper floors, and couldn't help but wonder why there was one in the lower floors.
"Hah, your knowledge sure is shallow. Only weaker dragons show their horns and tails in their human form," Camelia said as she rolled her eyes. Then, a teasing smile formed on her face. "Could it be you're disappointed? Did you want me to have horns so you could ravish me while holding them? I did see your memories—you have some strong… preferences, I don't mind you know"
"Cough… cough…" Victor choked on his saliva when he heard this. His eyes widened, and he felt his blood boil for a second, but he quickly took a deep breath to calm his tense nerves.
"So, Camelia, can you tell me why you're here in my mindspace, how you got here, and can you please get out? I like my privacy," Victor said in a serious voice, staring at Camelia. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Well, it's because of that sword," Camelia said as she pointed toward the large, humongous sword floating beside the giant tree.
"Sword? How does this relate?" Victor said with a frown, questioning her.
"Well, you see, while I was traveling across the tower thousands of years ago, I discovered a new dungeon and went to explore it. That's where I encountered a mad bastard who tried to hunt me down. Because I'm a Primordial Dragon, my blood and body parts are very valuable," she clenched her fist and gnashed her teeth in anger. "Of course, I beat him, but an accident happened—I got cursed and my body was destroyed. Luckily, I found this sword and became its spirit. Otherwise, I'd be dead."
"Thousands of years—you're really old," Victor exclaimed, which caused Camelia to glare at him and curse inwardly, 'You're old, your whole family is old!'
"Little brother Victor, has no one ever told you it's rude to talk about a woman's age? If you do, this big sister won't pamper you, and it's just a few thousand years which is considered young" Camelia said with a cute pout, which made Victor gulp seeing such expression on such a seductive woman. He quickly claimed down his boiling blood and shook his head to resist her charm.
"How does this relate to you coming here?" Victor asked curiously.
"Well, Victor, do you know what kind of weapon that sword is?" Camelia asked.
"Type?" Victor raised an eyebrow at her question, and seeing his puzzled look, she explained.
"In your last life, did you ever hear the term Soul Weapon?" Camelia asked.
"Soul Weapon?" Victor frowned as he looked at the giant sword.