Now you look like Magnus (Mild R18)

[Emergency Physical Scanning Initiated:

— Body temperature exceeds 104 degrees Celsius Fahrenheit

—…]

The system worriedly assessed her body conditions and reported it. Multiple medical terms she wasn't familiar with overwhelmed her mind.

'How is this possible? The doomsday is still six days away. There's no way I'm awakening an ability.' Arianne bit her lip, restraining the painful groans down her throat. The heat was unbearable, it was like was she plunged inside a volcanic crater full of boiling molten lava.

She never acquired an ability in her past life, but she heard that it quite painful. The more powerful the ability is, the more painful the process.

The system noticed a tiny crystal began to form on her cerebrum. This is the major sign of ability awakening. If the host didn't find a safe place right now, the process might fail, and she will fall into a coma. It showed the Colored CT scan in high definition to her. With such irrefutable evidence on hand, Arianne finally believed in the system.

[You better get out of there.]

Arianne also wanted to. She picked up her purse and gave Laurence a glance and excused herself, not bothering to stay any longer. "Sir Laurence, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to the bathroom."

Her flushed face was very evident. With the roses serving as foil in the background, Arianne looks like a bewitching succubus visiting the mortal realm looking for her next victim. The silver dress shimmered, seemingly casting an array of spells, inducing anyone who laid eyes to succumb and submit to her. Laurence was attracted to her like a moth to a flame.

He took large strides and caught her by the arm.

Annette was pleased with how the things between the two were unfolding. She smiled at Arianne and looked at the man. She wanted to go near him, but the man ignored her and went to seize the villainess instead. Furthermore, she gritted her teeth. "Sir Laurence, my friend has excused herself. Please let her go."

Her apricot eyes squeezed some tears, appearing too distress towards Laurence's behavior. She was staging a pitiful play of being concerned for her friend's wellbeing, but the only two audiences didn't have any patience listening to her.

Laurence pushed her off. Her pleading was no different from the pesky flies buzzing on his ears.

"Aah!" Annette has weakened legs to begin with, and the pathway was only a meter wide, so Laurence's push made her land on the roses, her skin was pricked by thorns and there were some bloody scratches on it. She cried and couldn't help but curse the man. She was subjected to torture just this afternoon and her bottled emotions spilled. "Bastard!"

Laurence heard it clearly, but he had no interest in dealing with her at the moment. His attention was all on Arianne. Due to the close range, Laurence could see the glistening dew on her skin. He almost thought she was wearing a limpid satin. He rubbed the skin under his palm, the smoothness astounded him. If her arms that seem boneless, is this good? What about her body? He was under the influence of an aphrodisiac right now, so his thoughts were clearly manifested on his face.

Arianne recalled the memories from her past life, she yanked her arm off from his tight grip and quickly distanced herself from him. Her state was better than Laurence's, escaping his pursuit was easily.

"Arianne, we only had an appetizer. The main course has not arrived yet." His eyes imbued with irritation and lust. Her disobedience was not to his liking. He preferred her earlier behavior when she took the initiative to deliver herself.

Arianne continued to walk fast towards the door, ignoring his order.

His eyes were murky with arousal. He had played with many women before, and he exactly knew what was going on. That damn glass of wine is an aphrodisiac! He was willingly fed with it! And the woman who ignited the fire within him is trying to escape!

"Arianne Cromwell, if you get out of that door, I'll break off the engagement!"

Arianne stopped.

Laurence thought his threat scared her into coming back. His eyes were very pleased and in a hoarse voice etched of wretched desire, Laurence commanded her, "That's it, good girl. Come back to me."

"I'm afraid I have indigestion." Arianne closed the door without any mental burden. She could hear the angry shouts and curses inside. His voice didn't have an ounce of that usual quality that girls would swoon over.

Laurence was full of anger. He strode to the gazebo and swept the things on the table to the ground.

Crash-

The broken shards littered all over, but it still did not quench the fiery thirst within in. He knew he was on the verge of sanity. The drug was getting the upper hand.

The pitiful cry of Annette among the sea of roses entered his ears. He skimmed over her trembling form before deciding on the new main course.

A minute later, the sound of ripping clothes echoed in the room, along with female pleads and cries. Her anguishing screams didn't stop the predator at all, and the man became even more violent. She was pressed against the post of the gazebo, the sharp edges of the plants entwining the wood pierced her bare skin all over, leaving bloody trails on the wound.

"Stop! It hurts! It hurts!"

The man didn't heed her request and continued to plunder her, making sure his actions brought her torment. "Isn't it too late to regret now? Why did you bring that glass of aphrodisiac in the first place?"

"Aphrodisiac? You mean that wine is tampered with aphrodisiac?" She was shocked and realization came all over. She was used by that guy! "I didn't do it! I'm innocent!"

"Shut up." Laurence stuffed her mouth with the torn fabric of her gown. He was not in the mood to listen to her explanation, the only thing going on in his mind was that red haired woman's defiance. In the past, that woman would cling to him whenever she had the chance, but now she didn't even spare him some good reason before leaving. He was pissed off.

Annette's cries became muffled. She resisted and struggled under him, enduring the pain he inflicted. She only had her first time this afternoon, and she was not in a good condition for another session.

Meanwhile, Arianne quickly asked the staff for the bathroom, the only refuge she could think of at this moment.

Without her noticing, the three men Magnus had assigned to monitor her, followed a few meters behind quietly. Carlisle was also watching her from a corner.

The system was occupied by the host's condition and didn't have any time for other things.

The door of the bathroom was slammed by the force of her palm. The screws on the hinges holding the door in place became a little loose. It was fortunate, that no one was around and no one noticed her unusual state.

Arianne quickly locked the door, preventing anyone from coming in. She slightly staggered towards the sink. While examining her image in the mirror, she was shocked to see that half of her pupils had become bloody red.

[The comprehensive scanning report about your ability shows that it's above SSS danger level according to Interstellar assessment. I'm requesting your permission to consume your AP for a vial of ability stabilizer.]

'Go ahead.'

A vial soon appeared before her.

Arianne popped the lid off and consumed all the contents without leaving a single drop.

The pain in her head and abdomen subsided. She thought she had escaped doom but….

[Warning. Warning. The crystal on your cerebrum is vibrating and is turning black.]

A wave of immense pain hit her. She buckled her knees on the floor and groaned while clutching her head. The pain was coming in gigantic waves, she could only cry, groan and moan.

The walls of the comfort room had good sound insulation properties, and the men quietly waiting outside didn't hear a thing or two.

[The system is browsing the back-up library.]

[System is browsing…]

[System is browsing…]

[System is browsing…]

[System is unable to find a solution. The host is prepared for the possible result: DEATH]

"What death! I will not resign to such fate. My second chance will not be wasted like this! Even if I only had the last breath, I will find a way to survive." How laughable, do you think this degree of pain can amount to what she had gone through before her death?

Arianne threw the heels and then grabbed the edge of the sink to pull herself from the floor. Her reflection in the mirror once again alarmed her.

The bloody red color filled her pupils, completely swallowing the green lenses. But that's not all…

Her scalp was dyed in black and as if alive, those dark tincture quickly crawled towards the rest of her crimson hair

Arianne tried to stop it.

But under her attempt, the color slipped through her solid fingers and eventually marked all tendrils.

Arianne stared at the unfamiliar yet familiar woman in the mirror. The face of a certain someone sprang to her mind.

The system was also blown away by the series of fast events happening to her and just like Arianne, it thought of a certain person.

[Now, you look like Magnus.]