[ Name: Egon Novos ]
[ Species: Human ]
[ True Name: — ]
[ Rank: Journeyman ]
[ Soul Core: Gaizar (1st Order) ]
[ Main Skill: Serenity’s Touch ]
[ Auxiliary Skills: None ]
[ Traits: Envy, The Omniscient Viewpoint ]
[ Luck Points: 2,500 ]
Egon stared at the status window, taking in every detail like a sacred scripture. His hands trembled slightly. Not from fear, but exhilaration.
[ Serenity’s Touch ]
[ Type: Mystical Ability ]
[ Effect: Mental Manipulation through Physical Contact ]
[ Description:
[ This mystical ability allows the user to influence the target’s mental state upon physical touch. By channeling a wave of tranquil energy, the user temporarily suppresses the target’s aggressive instincts, fears, and mental defenses to bring him/her to Hypnosis State.
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That was it.
The same Main Skill the protagonist was destined to receive. A skill granted from the legacy of Gaizar, the King of Souls. But now, it was in his hands.
It may seem like similar to the massage technique he stole, but it had magical effect on one’s soul, not just body.
In addition, this main Skill had a evolution path.
Once it evolves fully, It can help him bring anyone under his control as a slave. At that time, touching wouldn’t even be necessary.
So to say, he had done it.
He had stolen fate from its rightful owner.
He let out a shaky breath, smiling to himself. "So it wasn’t just a dream... I really changed the main storyline."
The bonus was the influx of Luck Points. A whole 2,000, just for altering fate. He didn’t fully understand what Luck Points could be used for yet, but if the system rewarded them for such a feat, they had to be important.
"I’ll figure it out," Egon whispered. "No matter what they do... I’ll use them. I’ll use everything."
He clenched his fists tightly, his ambition surging once more.
This is just the beginning.
Bang!
Egon’s thoughts snapped back to reality as the door burst open with force.
Standing in the frame was Hilga—the Dark Elf maid with her usual expression: cold, sharp, and brimming with disdain.
If only she smiled a little and learned obedience, Egon mused with a silent grin, she’d make a perfect concubine.
"Bastard slave!" she barked, her voice slicing through the air like thunder. "Why haven’t you started mopping the floors yet? Are you asking to be skinned alive?"
She raised her baton, fury flashing in her brown eyes. The baton pulsated with Soul energy, reminding she was not joking.
"Ah, Madam Hilga, I was just on my way," Egon said smoothly, stepping forward with a look of concern.
"You really didn’t need to trouble yourself just to fetch me. You’re already working so hard to keep the household running. Your dedication... it’s truly admirable. It’s touched me deeply."
He smiled faintly, carefully hiding the glint of mischief behind his eyes.
Hilga blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in his tone. Her grip on the baton wavered.
"What nonsense are you spouting now? Flattery won’t save you from chores," she snapped, though her voice had lost a sliver of its bite.
Egon shook his head gently, closing the distance with calm steps.
"It’s not flattery, Madam Hilga. I’m just speaking the truth. Really, you deserve rest," he said, voice lowered with practiced softness. "Why don’t I offer you one of my special massages? It’s the least I can do."
His expression radiated sincerity. On the surface of course.
But inwardly, Egon was already weaving his plan. He had no intention of using brute force on her. That approach wouldn’t work on her as she was already a strong Soul Evolver.
Instead, he would manipulate her through charm and suggestion.
His goal was simple.
She would become his first test subject.
The first to experience Serenity’s Touch.
Hearing the proposal, Hilga hesitated, torn between caution and curiosity.
After a few more sweet-talking lines from Egon, her stern expression softened slightly.
"Alright... just five minutes. And no inappropriate touches," she warned sharply.
She justified the decision saying to herself: it wasn’t about the compliments or Egon’s persistence. She had been feeling unusually tired lately, and if Madam Castros truly impressed by it, then perhaps it was worth a try.
Egon grinned slyly. "You can trust these skilled hands, Madam Hilga. I’ll show you a piece of heaven."
"Enough nonsense. Just get it over with," she muttered, lying down on the wooden bed with a small sigh.
The bed creaked softly beneath her solid, vuloptous frame.
Egon’s grin widened as he positioned himself. He placed his hands together and whispered under his breath, "Serenity’s Touch."
Immediately, a pale soothing glow emitted from his palms.
"It worked!" Egon thought, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "This is it. Now all I have to do... is guide her thoughts."
As his hands gently touched her shoulder right beneath the fabric, Hilga flinched at first, but quickly relaxed.
Then a comforting warmth spread through her muscles, like waves of gentle energy pulsing deep within her tissues.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt. It was calming, revitalizing, and pure. Every inch his fingers moved over seemed to melt under his touch, tension slipping away like fog in the morning sun.
Within seconds, her breathing slowed. Her eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, and her firm posture slackened.
She didn’t notice Egon’s gaze sharpen as he silently observed her descending into a dazed, hypnosis-like state.
"Perfect," he mused inwardly. "The more relaxed they are... the easier it is to plant the seed."
After another minute, feeling it was the right time, Egon began manipulating her mind.
(AN: Just to let you know readers, The Mind Control Arc theme will not be permanent. He will go through regret period soon. So if anyone worried about a mindless Harem, so don’t be.)