Chapter 1: Death, Rebirth, and a Very Perverted System
Pain exploded through Ethan's chest.
The truck's grille filled his vision. Metal. Chrome. The screech of brakes that came too late. CRASH!
His body flew. Concrete rushed up to meet him. THUD! Bones shattered. Blood pooled. The world tilted sideways, colors bleeding into gray.
Ah. So this is how I die.
At twenty-four, hit by a truck while crossing the street. Classic isekai setup. He would've laughed if his lungs weren't punctured.
The light faded. Cold seeped in. Everything went black.
Then—
DING!
[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE]
[Welcome, Host, to your new life!]
[Omnipotent Villain System Online]
Ethan's eyes snapped open.
Wrong ceiling. Not the hospital. Not his apartment. Ornate molding framed a painted mural of dragons and phoenixes locked in eternal battle. Gold leaf caught morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows.
He sat up. Too fast. His head spun—
No. Wait. His head felt fine. Better than fine. Clear. Sharp. Like someone had upgraded his brain's processing power.
He looked down at his hands.
Young. Smooth. No calluses from his warehouse job. Long fingers, aristocratic. A silver ring with the Arclight family crest caught his eye—a dragon's claw holding a crescent moon.
No fucking way.
His heart hammered. This body. This room. That crest.
He knew exactly where he was.
"I'm..." His voice came out different. Deeper. Smoother. Not his voice. "I'm Draven Arclight?"
[CORRECT! You have successfully transmigrated into the body of Draven Arclight, third son of Duke Arclight!]
The words appeared in glowing crimson text, floating in his vision like a video game HUD. Ethan—no, Draven now—stared at them.
[You have been selected as the Host of the Omnipotent Villain System!]
[Current Status: FUCKED]
[In the original novel "The Radiant Hero's Ascension," you are a third-rate villain destined to die in Chapter 15 at the hands of protagonist Kai Solis. Time until scripted death: 47 days]
Forty-seven days.
Draven's breath came faster. He remembered the novel. Had read it cover to cover three times. "The Radiant Hero's Ascension"—a generic power fantasy where commoner boy Kai awakens godlike talent, enrolls in the magic academy, gathers a harem of beautiful women, and defeats increasingly powerful villains on his path to becoming a legend.
And Draven Arclight? He was the first stepping stone. The arrogant young master who bullied Kai, tried to assault the Ice Princess Seraphina, got publicly humiliated, then died in a duel. Cannon fodder. His entire purpose was to make the protagonist look good by comparison.
"Shit. Shit, shit, shit—"
[Host, please calm down. I'm here to help!]
"Help?!" Draven stood, pacing. The room was enormous. Luxury everywhere. None of it mattered if he was dead in forty-seven days. "How the hell are you going to help? The original Draven was C-Rank at best. Kai has hidden SSS-rank potential. The gap is—"
[Which is why you have ME! ♥]
The System's text shifted, adding a heart emoji. Somehow, that made it worse.
[The Omnipotent Villain System exists to ensure you don't die like a chump. Complete quests. Earn Villain Points. Grow stronger. Seduce the heroines. Become the REAL main character!]
Draven stopped pacing. "Seduce the heroines?"
[Of course! This is a harem novel setting, isn't it? The protagonist gets all the girls in the original story. But why should HE have all the fun? Steal them. Claim them. Make them yours. Each heroine you seduce grants MASSIVE rewards!]
A new window appeared.
[STATUS WINDOW]
Name: Draven Arclight
Age: 18
Core Rank: C-Rank (Mana Core: Blue, Mid-Stage)
Villain Points (VP): 0
Harem Members: 0/???
Attributes:
Strength: 45
Agility: 38
Intelligence: 62 (+40 from transmigration knowledge)
Charisma: 71
Sexual Stamina: ??? (Untested)
Skills:
[Basic Swordsmanship Lv.4]
[Dark Magic Affinity Lv.3]
[Noble Etiquette Lv.5]
Available VP: 0
Draven read it twice. "Sexual Stamina? Seriously?"
[It's an important stat! R18 activities grant power in this System. The better you perform, the greater the rewards. Think of it as... ahem dual cultivation~]
"You're a perverted AI."
[I prefer 'culturally sophisticated.' Now, shall we begin your tutorial quest?]
Before Draven could answer, another window popped up.
[TUTORIAL QUEST: "First Steps to Villainy"]
Objective: Introduce yourself to the world as the NEW Draven Arclight. Show confidence, arrogance, and power.
Tasks:
Attend breakfast with your family (0/1)
Assert dominance over someone (0/1)
Make a bold declaration (0/1)
Rewards:
100 VP
Beginner's Gift Box
Unlock System Shop
Failure Penalty: None (it's a tutorial, I'm not THAT mean)
Time Limit: 2 hours
"Assert dominance?" Draven raised an eyebrow. "Who am I supposed to—"
Knock knock knock.
"Young master?" A feminine voice called through the door. "Breakfast is ready. Lady Elise requests your presence."
Lady Elise. Draven's mother.
His breath caught.
In the original novel, Lady Elise Arclight was a minor character. A beautiful widow who eventually befriended the protagonist and helped him against corrupt nobles. She appeared in maybe ten chapters total. The author had described her as "elegant," "motherly," and "stunningly beautiful despite her age."
Draven hadn't thought much about her while reading.
Now, though...
[Oh? Interested in Mommy? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
"Don't start."
[I'm just saying, she's A-Rank, gorgeous, lonely, and in the original story, she was VERY kind to the protagonist. Imagine if you seduced her instead~]
[Hidden Quest Available: "Forbidden Fruit"]
[Seduce Lady Elise Arclight (Your Mother)]
[Reward: 10,000 VP + Unique Skill]
[Warning: This is ADVANCED content. Proceed at your own risk... or reward ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
Draven stared at the notification. Ten thousand VP. That was a hundred times the tutorial reward.
"You really are a perverted System."
[The best rewards require the boldest actions! But don't worry, we'll start small. For now, just go to breakfast. Let's see what happens~]
Draven took a breath. Right. First things first. Survive breakfast. Don't act suspicious. Figure out his situation.
He walked to the door and opened it.
The maid outside was young—maybe twenty—with brown hair tied in a neat bun. She wore the standard Arclight servant uniform: black dress with white trim, professional but form-fitting. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
"Y-Young master! Good morning!" She curtsied quickly.
Draven recognized her from the novel. Mira. A background character. In the original story, Draven had been cruel to her, and when Kai saw it, he'd intervened and earned her gratitude. One of many small moments that built Kai's reputation as a good person.
Well. Not this time.
"Morning," Draven said. His voice came out smooth. Confident. Not the original Draven's sneering arrogance, but something else. Controlled power. "Lead the way."
Mira blinked. "Of... of course, young master."
She turned and started down the hallway. Draven followed, studying his surroundings.
Arclight Manor was obscenely luxurious. Marble floors. Crystal chandeliers. Paintings worth more than most people earned in a lifetime. The duke's family was old money, powerful nobility with ties to the royal court.
And Draven was the third son. Not the heir. Not particularly talented compared to his older brothers. In the original novel, he'd been desperate to prove himself, which led to his bullying behavior and eventual downfall.
This Draven had different plans.
They descended a grand staircase and entered the dining hall. The room could've seated fifty people easily, but only two figures occupied the massive table.
At the head sat a woman who made Draven's breath hitch.
Lady Elise Arclight.
The author's descriptions hadn't done her justice.
She looked late twenties, maybe early thirties at most, despite being thirty-eight. Long silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders like moonlight. Deep blue eyes, the color of the ocean at twilight. Porcelain skin without a single blemish. High cheekbones, full lips, an elegant neck that drew the eye down to—
Draven caught himself staring.
She wore a noble's morning gown—deep blue silk that matched her eyes, modest by design but unable to hide her figure. Tall. Graceful. The kind of beauty that aged like fine wine.
[DING! Target Identified: Lady Elise Arclight]
[Affection Level: 65/100 (Motherly Love)]
[Seduction Difficulty: SSS]
[Note: She's your MOM. This won't be easy. But oh boy, will it be REWARDING~]
"Draven." Elise's voice was warm. Gentle. She smiled when she saw him. "Good morning, darling. Come, sit."
The second figure at the table looked up.
Draven's older brother, Marcus Arclight. Twenty-two, blond hair, sharp features. B-Rank mage. In the original novel, Marcus barely appeared—he was away on military service. But right now, he was home on leave.
Marcus's expression was neutral, but his eyes were cold. "Little brother. You're actually up before noon. Miracles do happen."
Ah. Right. The original Draven had been a lazy piece of shit.
Draven walked to his seat—across from Marcus, to their mother's right. He pulled out the chair and sat with practiced grace.
"I decided to turn over a new leaf," Draven said casually. He met Marcus's eyes without flinching. "Starting today, things are going to be different."
Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"
"You'll see."
[Quest Progress: "Make a Bold Declaration" - COMPLETE! (1/3)]
Elise's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You've seemed... distracted lately. Is everything alright?"
She reached across the table and placed her hand over his.
Her skin was soft. Warm. The touch sent a jolt through Draven's body that had nothing to do with magic and everything to do with the fact that she was stunning and currently giving him her full, concerned attention.
[CONTACT DETECTED! Affection +2!]
[Current: 67/100]
[System Tip: She's worried about you. Play the 'troubled son seeking comfort' card for bonus points!]
Draven looked into his mother's eyes. Saw genuine concern there. Warmth.
Guilt flickered in his chest. She was his mother in this life. Caring for him. Worried about him.
And the System wanted him to seduce her.
[Don't overthink it, Host! This is a fantasy world! Different rules! Besides, you're technically a different person in Draven's body. Think of it as... giving her what she deserves after years of loneliness~]
Draven pushed the thoughts aside. "I'm fine, Mother. Just... thinking about my future. I want to make you proud."
Elise's eyes softened. She squeezed his hand gently. "You already make me proud, Draven. Just by being you."
[AFFECTION +5!]
[Current: 72/100]
[Damn, she's a wholesome mom. This is going to be DELICIOUSLY forbidden~]
Marcus snorted. "Proud? Of what? His D-Rank practical exam score? His complete lack of dueling wins? The fact that he spends more time harassing servants than training?"
The original Draven's memories surfaced. Marcus was right. The old Draven had been pathetic.
Draven leaned back in his chair. Smiled. "You're absolutely correct, brother. I've been pathetic."
Marcus blinked. That clearly wasn't the response he'd expected.
"But that changes today." Draven's smile sharpened. "In fact, I challenge you to a duel. Right now. Let's see if I'm still as weak as you think."
[QUEST PROGRESS: "Assert Dominance" - IN PROGRESS!]
[Warning: Your brother is B-Rank. You're C-Rank. The stat difference is significant. But you have SYSTEM SUPPORT! Fight smart!]
The dining hall went silent.
Elise's hand tightened on Draven's. "Sweetheart, you don't need to prove anything—"
"I accept." Marcus stood, his chair scraping against marble. His smile was predatory. "Training yard. Five minutes. Let's see this 'new leaf' of yours."
He walked out.
Elise turned to Draven, worry clear on her face. "Draven, please. Marcus is B-Rank. He could hurt you. You don't have to—"
"I know what I'm doing, Mother." Draven stood. Gently extracted his hand from hers. "Trust me."
He walked toward the exit.
[Ballsy move, Host! I like it! Here's a gift for your courage~]
[EMERGENCY QUEST: "Brotherly Bonding (With Fists)"]
Objective: Defeat or at least impress Marcus Arclight in combat
Rewards:
500 VP
Skill: [Void Step Lv.1] (Spatial magic movement technique)
Elise's Affection +10 (She'll be VERY worried, then VERY impressed)
Failure Penalty: Humiliation, -500 VP, Elise thinks you're reckless
[Since this is your first real fight, I'll give you a STARTER BONUS!]
[TEMPORARY BUFF APPLIED: "Beginner's Luck"]
[All stats +20 for 10 minutes]
[New Skill Unlocked: Shadow Step Lv.1]
[Don't die, Host! I'd hate to lose you so soon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
Draven felt power flood his body. His muscles tightened. His mana core, normally a steady pulse in his chest, roared to life. The C-Rank blue crystal embedded near his heart blazed brighter.
He clenched his fists. Felt strength he'd never had before.
The original Draven would've lost this fight in seconds.
But Draven wasn't the original anymore.
He had twenty-four years of Earth memories. He'd read this entire novel. He knew Marcus's fighting style, his weaknesses, his patterns.
And he had a perverted, overpowered System backing him up.
Time to show this world what a transmigrator can do.
Draven stepped into the training yard.
The Arclight family training yard was a massive open space behind the manor. Packed dirt arena, weapon racks along the walls, enchanted barriers to contain magic during sparring.
Marcus stood in the center, already in a combat stance. He'd summoned his weapon—a longsword wreathed in crackling lightning. B-Rank mages could manifest elemental weapons. Draven couldn't. Not yet.
Servants had gathered along the edges. Word spread fast. The third son, challenging the second? This would be entertaining.
Draven walked to the opposite side of the arena. Reached the weapon rack. Grabbed a standard practice sword.
"No magic weapon?" Marcus called out. "You really have given up, haven't you?"
Draven didn't respond. He walked to his starting position. Rolled his shoulders. The temporary buff made his body feel alive. Lighter. Faster.
He met Marcus's eyes across the arena.
[Ready, Host?]
Let's do this.
[FIGHT START!]
Marcus moved first.
CRACK! Lightning surged. He closed the distance in a blink—B-Rank speed—his sword arcing down toward Draven's shoulder.
Fast. Too fast for normal C-Rank reflexes.
But Draven had the buff. And he'd read this exact scene in the novel. Marcus always opened with a vertical slash, counting on speed to overwhelm.
Draven sidestepped. Whoosh! The lightning blade missed by inches.
Marcus's eyes widened. "Lucky—"
Draven activated Shadow Step.
The world blurred. Spatial magic bent reality for a fraction of a second. Draven reappeared behind Marcus, sword already swinging.
CLANG!
Marcus spun, barely blocking. The impact sent vibrations up Draven's arm. His brother was strong. Even with the buff, the raw power difference—
Focus.
Draven pressed the attack. Fast strikes. Not trying to overpower, but to probe. Find openings.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Steel met lightning-wreathed steel. Sparks flew.
"Haa... haa..." Draven's breathing came faster. His muscles burned.
Marcus wasn't even sweating. "Better than expected. But—"
He channeled more mana. The lightning on his blade intensified. BZZZZT!
"—still not enough!"
Marcus lunged. A thrust aimed at Draven's chest.
No time to dodge. Draven did the only thing he could—
He parried.
The practice sword met the lightning blade at an angle. Redirected the force just enough. The thrust grazed his side instead of impaling him. Pain flared. Blood soaked through his shirt.
But Draven was inside Marcus's guard now.
He dropped the sword. Grabbed Marcus's wrist with both hands. Channeled every bit of his dark magic affinity into a point-blank spell.
"[Void Grip]!"
Darkness erupted. Not an attack spell—a binding. Draven's mana wrapped around Marcus's arm, disrupting the lightning flow.
Marcus's eyes went wide. "What—"
Draven headbutted him.
CRACK!
Pain exploded across Draven's forehead. Marcus stumbled back, nose bleeding.
"You little—" Marcus started to raise his sword again—
CLAP!
"That's enough."
A new voice cut through the yard. Cold. Authoritative.
Both brothers froze.
A man stepped into the arena. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the same silver-white hair as Draven and Elise. Duke Aldric Arclight. A-Rank. The family patriarch.
And he looked pissed.
"Draven." Aldric's gaze locked onto him. "My office. Now."
[Oh shit. You pissed off Daddy. Good luck, Host!]
Draven straightened. Ignored the blood dripping from his side. Met his father's eyes.
The duke's expression didn't change. But something flickered there. Surprise? Respect?
"Yes, Father."
[QUEST COMPLETE: "Brotherly Bonding (With Fists)"]
[Result: IMPRESSIVE PERFORMANCE!]
[You didn't win, but you HURT a B-Rank while being C-Rank. That's fucking impressive!]
[Rewards:]
500 VP
Skill: [Void Step Lv.1]
Hidden Reward: Duke Aldric's Interest (He's watching you now)
Elise's Affection +15 (She saw you fight and is VERY concerned/impressed)
[Current VP: 600]
[Elise Affection: 87/100]
[LEVEL UP!]
[You are now C-Rank (High-Stage)!]
[Congratulations, Host! You survived your first day! And you're well on your way to seducing Mommy~ This is going to be FUN!]
Draven walked off the training yard, blood still dripping from his wound.
Servants whispered. He caught fragments:
"—the third young master actually fought back—"
"—landed a hit on the second young master—"
"—never seen him move like that—"
Marcus stared after him, one hand pressed to his bleeding nose. Confusion warred with anger on his face. The almighty second son, injured by the family disappointment.
And standing at the manor's balcony, watching everything with wide eyes and a hand pressed to her chest, was Lady Elise.
Their eyes met across the distance.
Draven smiled. Not the cruel smirk of the original villain. Something else. Confident. Almost... playful.
Elise's cheeks flushed pink. She looked away quickly, one hand moving to her throat as if checking her pulse.
[DING! Affection +3 from embarrassment!]
[Current: 90/100]
[Ten more points and she'll start having "inappropriate thoughts" about you~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
Draven laughed under his breath and kept walking. His side burned where Marcus's blade had grazed him. Not deep, but enough to bleed through his shirt. He'd need healing.
But first, the duke.
Duke Aldric's office occupied the manor's highest tower. Draven climbed three flights of stairs, his enhanced body handling it easily despite the wound. The buff hadn't worn off yet.
Two guards flanked the heavy oak door. They straightened when they saw him.
"The duke is expecting you," the left one said. No emotion in his voice. These were A-Rank warriors, personal guard to the family patriarch. They'd seen worse than a bleeding teenager.
Draven pushed the door open.
The office was all dark wood and leather. Bookshelves lined two walls, filled with texts on magic theory, military strategy, noble genealogy. A massive desk dominated the center, and behind it sat Duke Aldric Arclight.
At forty-five, the duke looked like he'd been carved from granite. Silver-white hair cut military-short. Sharp features that Draven had inherited. Eyes the color of steel. He wore a simple black coat with the Arclight crest embroidered on the chest—no need for ostentatious display when everyone already knew your power.
A-Rank. One of the kingdom's strongest mages. Military hero. Political powerhouse.
And Draven's father.
"Sit." Aldric's voice could've cut glass.
Draven sat in the chair across the desk. Didn't flinch. Met his father's gaze.
Aldric steepled his fingers. Studied him. The silence stretched for ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty.
Finally: "You challenged Marcus."
"I did."
"You lost."
"I hurt him." Draven's smile was slight. "That's progress."
"Progress." Aldric's expression didn't change. "Three weeks ago, you couldn't complete a basic mana circulation exercise without getting distracted. Last week, you failed your practical exam at the academy. Yesterday, a servant reported you spent four hours in the pleasure district."
Draven's enhanced intelligence filled in context. The original Draven had been a wastrel. Lazy. Cruel to those beneath him, cowardly toward those above. The kind of young master who peaked in his teens and became a bitter drunk by thirty.
No wonder the novel had killed him off so early.
"That was yesterday," Draven said. "Today is different."
"Is it?" Aldric leaned forward. "You land one lucky hit on your brother and think you've changed? Marcus held back. If he'd used his full power, you'd be in the infirmary."
"I know." Draven's smile didn't waver. "But I still made him bleed. Three weeks ago, I couldn't have done that. Three days from now, I'll do better. Three months from now, I'll win."
Aldric's eyes narrowed. "Bold words."
"They're not words, Father. They're a promise."
Another long silence.
Then, Aldric's lips twitched. Not quite a smile. More like acknowledgment.
"You've got fire today, boy. I don't know what sparked it, but..." He reached into a desk drawer. Pulled out a vial of glowing red liquid. Tossed it across the desk.
Draven caught it. Healing potion. Mid-grade, judging by the color. Worth a few hundred gold coins.
"Drink. Then get cleaned up. You have academy classes tomorrow, and I won't have a son of mine showing up looking like he lost a bar fight."
Draven uncorked the vial and downed it in one gulp. The liquid burned going down, then spread warmth through his chest. The wound on his side tingled, flesh knitting together. In seconds, the pain faded to nothing.
[HEALTH RESTORED]
[STATUS: PERFECT]
[You're welcome for the buff, by the way. Without it, Marcus would've destroyed you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
"Thank you, Father." Draven stood.
"Draven."
He paused at the door.
"Don't make me regret that potion," Aldric said. His tone had softened. Barely. "If you're truly committed to changing, I'll support you. But if this is another phase that ends with you drunk in a brothel... we'll have a different conversation."
Draven looked back. "It won't be."
"We'll see."
Draven left.
[QUEST COMPLETE: "Tutorial Quest - First Steps to Villainy"]
[All objectives met!]
Attend breakfast with family ✓
Assert dominance (fought Marcus) ✓
Make bold declaration ✓
[REWARDS:]
100 VP
Beginner's Gift Box
System Shop UNLOCKED
[Current Total VP: 700]
[Would you like to open the Beginner's Gift Box?]
Draven walked through the manor halls, heading toward his room. Servants bowed as he passed. A few looked at him differently now. Word had spread fast.
Yes. Open it.
[OPENING BEGINNER'S GIFT BOX...]
[CONGRATULATIONS! You received:]
1. Skill Book: [Spatial Sense Lv.1]
Grants awareness of space within 20 meters. Useful for detecting ambushes, finding hidden objects, and sensing when someone's about to stab you in the back.
2. Item: [Lesser Mana Core Enhancement Pill] x3
Increases mana capacity. Each pill advances your Core progress by 5%. WARNING: Taking more than one per week causes explosive diarrhea.
3. Technique Manual: [Void Palm Strike]
Dark magic combat technique. Channel void energy into your palm for an armor-ignoring strike. Looks cool as hell. Girls love it.
4. Item: [Seduction Cologne]
Increases Charisma by +10 for 4 hours. Smells like "dangerous bad boy with a heart of gold." Works on both genders. Use responsibly... or don't ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
5. BONUS: [First-Timer's Luck Ticket] x1
Use this to guarantee success on your first attempt at ANYTHING. Seduction? Combat? Alchemy? First time = automatic success. CHOOSE WISELY.
Draven stopped walking. Stared at the list.
"Seduction Cologne. You really are a perverted System."
[I prefer 'romance-oriented'! And hey, that First-Timer's Luck Ticket is VALUABLE. Save it for something important. Like, say, your first time making a move on a certain Ice Princess~ Or your mother~ Dealer's choice!]
Draven reached his room. Closed the door. Locked it.
He walked to the mirror.
The face staring back at him was... handsome. Objectively. Sharp features, silver eyes, strong jawline. The original Draven had been good-looking but had ruined it with constant sneering and arrogance.
This Draven smiled differently. Confident, not cruel.
"System. Show me the Shop."
[SYSTEM SHOP - NOW OPEN!]
A new interface appeared. Categories scrolled past:
SKILLS (Combat, Magic, Utility, Seduction)
ITEMS (Potions, Weapons, Artifacts, Consumables)
TECHNIQUES (Cultivation methods, Combat arts, Dual cultivation)
INFORMATION (Plot spoilers, Character secrets, Future events)
SPECIAL (Random box, Gacha, Limited-time offers)
Each item had a VP cost. Most were in the thousands. Some in the tens of thousands.
[As you complete quests and seduce heroines, you'll earn more VP. Spend wisely! Or blow it all on the gacha. I don't judge... much.]
Draven scrolled through the INFORMATION tab. Paused.
[CHARACTER PROFILE: Seraphina Valerius]
Cost: 50 VP
Reveals: Full background, hidden secrets, optimal seduction route, turn-ons, turn-offs
[CHARACTER PROFILE: Lady Elise Arclight]
Cost: 100 VP
Reveals: Everything about Mommy Dearest~
He hesitated, then purchased both.
[PURCHASE COMPLETE]
[Remaining VP: 550]
Information flooded his mind. Not like reading—like remembering. As if he'd always known these details.
Seraphina Valerius:
Age 18, daughter of Duke Valerius
B-Rank Ice magic prodigy
Cold exterior hides deep loneliness
Secret: Craves domination in private (only her diary knows)
In original novel: Falls for Kai after he "saves" her from Draven
Weakness: Competent men who don't fawn over her beauty
Turn-on: Confident aggression
Lady Elise Arclight:
Age 38, Draven's mother
A-Rank Light magic specialist
Widowed 2 years ago when Duke Aldric's older brother (Draven's uncle) died
Wait. What?
Draven's eyes widened. The memories clarified.
Elise wasn't Duke Aldric's wife. She was his sister-in-law. Draven's biological father had been Aldric's older brother, the previous Duke. When he died in a dungeon expedition, Aldric inherited the title and became guardian to his nephews.
Elise was technically Draven's mother, but Aldric had no blood relation to Draven. Marcus was Aldric's biological son from a second marriage.
[SURPRISE! Plot twist! You're not actually blood-related to your current duke-father. Changes the family dynamics a bit, doesn't it?]
[But you ARE blood-related to Mommy Elise. So the incest tag still applies~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
Draven processed this. In the original novel, this detail had never come up. The author probably hadn't developed the Arclight family tree thoroughly.
But it explained why Marcus and Aldric treated him like an outsider. He wasn't truly their family. Just the son of a dead brother/father, kept around out of obligation and noble propriety.
The memories continued:
Lady Elise:
Lonely since husband's death
Neglected during marriage (he prioritized duty over affection)
Deeply loves Draven (her only child)
Secret: Sometimes feels guilty for noticing how handsome he's become
In original novel: Befriends Kai, sees him as a "good influence"
Current state: Confused by Draven's sudden change, but hopeful
Affection: 90/100 (Maternal love with... cracks forming)
Draven sat on his bed. Absorbed it all.
So. Elise already noticed him "that way." Just a little. Buried under maternal instincts and guilt.
The System wanted him to crack her open. Make her accept the forbidden desire.
And if he did... 10,000 VP. Plus a unique skill. Plus a dual cultivation technique that would let them both grow stronger through intimacy.
"You really designed this System to make me a degenerate," Draven muttered.
[I designed this System to make you POWERFUL. The degeneracy is just a fun bonus! Now, here's the important question: What's your next move?]
[You have 47 days until your scripted death. In the original novel, here's the timeline:]
Day 3: Kai enrolls at Stellar Academy (tomorrow)
Day 7: First confrontation between you and Kai (you bully him)
Day 14: You try to assault Seraphina in the library (Kai stops you)
Day 21: Public humiliation when Kai beats you in a class duel
Day 47: Final duel. You die.
[Your mission: CHANGE THE SCRIPT]
[Recommended approach:]
1. Don't bully Kai (removes several death flags)
2. Seduce Seraphina BEFORE she meets Kai
3. Get stronger faster than the original timeline
4. Build alliances and a harem
5. Make Mommy fall for you (optional but HIGHLY recommended)
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
"Young master? Lady Elise asks if you'd join her for tea. She's... concerned about your injury."
Draven's lips curved. "Tell her I'll be there in ten minutes."
[OPPORTUNITY DETECTED!]
[This is a perfect chance to raise Elise's affection! She's worried, vulnerable, alone with you...]
[Suggestion: Use the Seduction Cologne, be gentle but subtly flirtatious, make her feel special]
Draven stood. Walked to his dresser. Found the cologne—a sleek black bottle with silver trim. Sprayed it once on his neck.
The scent was... nice. Not overpowering. Subtle. Like sandalwood and something darker. Dangerous.
[SEDUCTION COLOGNE ACTIVE]
[Charisma: 71 → 81]
[Duration: 4 hours]
He changed into fresh clothes. Black shirt, dark pants. Simple but elegant.
Then headed to his mother's private sitting room.
Elise's sitting room was on the manor's second floor, with windows overlooking the garden. Soft afternoon light filtered through sheer curtains. A small table held a tea service—porcelain cups, a pot of jasmine tea, small pastries.
And Elise sat in a high-backed chair, hands folded in her lap, looking worried.
When Draven entered, she stood immediately.
"Draven!" She rushed over, hands hovering near his torso where the wound had been. "Are you alright? I saw—you were bleeding—Marcus's blade—"
"I'm fine, Mother." Draven caught her hands gently. Squeezed. "Father gave me a healing potion. See? Not even a scar."
He lifted his shirt slightly, showing unblemished skin.
Elise's eyes traveled over his stomach. His chest. The lean muscle there—not bulky, but defined. Draven was eighteen, in his physical prime, and apparently worked out enough to have abs.
Her gaze lingered half a second too long.
Then she caught herself. Blushed. Looked away.
[AFFECTION +2]
[Current: 92/100]
"I'm sorry," Elise said softly. "I just... you've never fought like that before. When I saw Marcus's blade strike you, I—" Her voice caught.
Draven guided her back to her chair. Sat across from her. "I'm fine. Really. And I needed to do it."
"Why?" Elise poured tea with slightly shaking hands. "You could have been seriously hurt."
"Because I was tired of being weak." Draven accepted the cup she offered. Their fingers brushed. "Tired of being the family disappointment. I want to be someone you can be proud of."
Elise's eyes shimmered. "Draven, I'm always proud of you."
"Are you?" He held her gaze. "Proud of a son who wastes his talent? Who embarrasses the family name? Who makes you worry?"
"You're my son. That's enough."
"It's not enough for me." Draven set down his cup. Leaned forward slightly. "I want to be worthy of you, Mother. Of the sacrifices you made raising me."
Elise's breath hitched. "Draven..."
The cologne was working. He could see it in the way her eyes kept drifting to his face, his shoulders. The way her lips parted slightly when he spoke.
But more than that, he was being genuine. The original Draven had never appreciated his mother. Had taken her love for granted.
This Draven understood loneliness. Understood what it was like to be overlooked.
"I know Father—Duke Aldric—sees me as a reminder of his dead brother," Draven continued. His voice was quiet. "And Marcus resents me for existing. But you... you've always been kind. Patient. Loving."
A single tear rolled down Elise's cheek.
[CRITICAL HIT! AFFECTION +5!]
[Current: 97/100]
"I don't deserve you," Elise whispered. "You're such a sweet boy, and I—I should have protected you better. Should have stood up to Aldric when he was harsh. Should have—"
Draven moved. Crossed the small space between them. Knelt beside her chair. Took both her hands in his.
"You did perfectly." He looked up at her. Silver eyes meeting blue. "Everything I am, everything good in me, comes from you."
Elise's composure cracked. She pulled him into a hug. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her face pressed against his hair.
"My sweet boy," she murmured. "My precious Draven."
Draven returned the embrace. Felt her warmth. Her curves pressed against him through the thin fabric of their clothes. His face was level with her breasts, separated only by silk and propriety.
[AFFECTION +3!]
[CURRENT: 100/100 - MAXIMUM REACHED!]
[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: "Motherly Love (Complete)"]
[Elise now fully trusts and adores you!]
[WARNING: At 100/100, affection cannot increase further through normal means...]
[...but it CAN transform into something else~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
[NEW STAT REVEALED: DESIRE]
[Lady Elise's Desire: 15/100]
[This measures sexual/romantic attraction separate from familial love. Currently, she feels inappropriate stirrings but suppresses them. Your job: Make her stop suppressing~]
They stayed like that for a long moment.
Then Elise pulled back. Smiled through tears. "I'm sorry. I'm being emotional."
"Don't apologize." Draven returned to his seat, though part of him wanted to stay close. "You're allowed to feel."
Elise wiped her eyes. Laughed softly. "When did you become so mature?"
Yesterday. When I died and transmigrated into your son's body.
"I grew up," Draven said instead. "Decided it was time."
They drank tea in comfortable silence. Elise kept glancing at him. Small smiles. Soft expressions.
[Desire +5]
[Current: 20/100]
Eventually, Draven excused himself. Claimed he needed to prepare for academy classes tomorrow.
As he left, Elise called out: "Draven?"
He turned.
She looked hesitant. Then: "You've changed. I don't know how, or why, but... thank you. For coming back to me."
Draven smiled. "Always, Mother."
[QUEST COMPLETE: "First Day Survival"]
[Rewards:]
200 VP
Elise's complete trust
Foundation laid for future seduction
[Current VP: 750]
[LEVEL UP!]
[C-Rank (High Stage) → C-Rank (Peak)]
[You're now at the threshold of B-Rank. One more push and you'll break through!]
[SYSTEM TIP: Tomorrow, Kai Solis enrolls at the academy. This is your first major plot point. In the original novel, you bully him on day one, making him sympathetic to everyone.]
[Suggested strategy: DON'T bully him. Instead, be mysterious. Make HIM look bad if he starts conflict. Play the long game.]
[Also: Seraphina will be in your combat class. First impressions matter. Use that First-Timer's Luck Ticket wisely~]
Draven lay in bed as night fell.
Forty-seven days. That's all the time the original Draven had left.
But this Draven?
He had knowledge. Power. A System that would make him OP.
And he had a beautiful, lonely mother who was already starting to see him as more than just her son.
Let's rewrite this story.
My way.
[END OF CHAPTER 1]