Shadow Manipulation

But the Abyss, from which Kyel's body originated, was another matter entirely—a realm of raw chaos where power and ambition ruled. It was structured in levels, but Kyel didn't have much information about the Abyss for some reason.

He thought, Maybe that Dark Duke was afraid I'd get caught and leak information about him or the Abyss.

Kyel glanced at the floating screen, which displayed his skills and bloodline: Ice Spear (Master)—showing his proficiency with ice magic. He clicked on the other two skills.

Keen Observation: A heightened sense of awareness that allows the host to notice fine details, read people's expressions and body language, and uncover hidden information.

Shadow Manipulation: The ability to manipulate and control shadows, using them to conceal oneself, move stealthily, or even create shadow constructs to intimidate or harm others.

Kyel thought of how useful Shadow Manipulation would be; it would let him roam freely around the Tower of Circles.

He showed little interest in the Bloodline section since it was dormant. Let it be, he thought.

He sighed, and the floating screen disappeared, responding to his intention.

The blood stopped gushing, and water seemed to materialize, cleansing the blood. Kyel started using magic, feeling a brief sense of joy at his ability to manipulate mana. Yet he couldn't fully feel it; his emotions were sealed. He couldn't feel anger, sadness, or even surprise.

Pathetic! That was his thought as he looked at his reflection in the mirror: onyx-black eyes, dream-flow haircut, emotionless, indifferent expression, black hair, a devilishly handsome face. Pale skin, an ethereal ghostly appearance, his athletic body standing at 6'2" tall. He looked like the classic playboy, yet the expression on his face rendered him anything but.

Kyel relaxed a bit, especially after the last line he saw on the floating screen: [Lost from fate, out of destiny's hand and eye].

He tried various expressions in the mirror, and while he could mimic them, he didn't feel a thing. But knowing he could pretend and fake it reassured him; it would help keep him from seeming too suspicious to other infiltrated demons or his so-called friends at the Tower who knew his previous personality all too well.

The previous owner of this body, proud and arrogant, had few friends. But he did recall the one so-called "friend"—that old GILF who drained him night and day, sucking out his life force without him knowing until it caused a backlash that ultimately killed him.

It was nighttime; that much he could tell from the window in his cozy room.

The Magic Tower was more like a castle, with rooms reserved for teachers and a complex layout. The castle ground was made of smooth, polished stones.

Kyel donned a white shirt, black jogger pants, and what seemed like slippers. Then he opened the door to his room, stepping into a long corridor lined with rooms on both sides. The high ceiling was made of glass, allowing the moonlight to bathe the corridor, except for some shadowy corners.

Kyel used Shadow Manipulation, seeming to dissolve into black layers, leaving only untracked, black traces behind as he jumped from shadow to shadow, concealing his presence as he roamed through the boys' complex.

He moved quickly and stealthily; the skill was useful enough that no one, not even the teachers, could detect him—save those who practiced dark and illusion magic, like Miss Callapet or Professor Ruys.

He wandered around, now positioned in a corner of the hallway, gazing at the giant fountain in the garden. There stood a blond boy, around fifteen, dressed in a men's robe and holding the hand of a girl his age. She had cascading violet hair and a fragile, undeveloped figure, aside from her chest. The boy seemed in love with her, and she shared his feelings. But why are they out in the open? Kyel wondered. If they get caught, they'll face punishment.

> Rule N4: Only honored students, 10th class students, or those on a mission may roam the Tower grounds.

Rule N18: No dating between students under Eighteen.

In a swift movement, Kyel conjured an ice spear and aimed at a tree with a loud bang! The two lovebirds startled, and the blond boy said, "Quick, let's separate and get back to the dorms before Quinlong catches us!"

They ran off in different directions. Kyel followed the girl, leaping from shadow to shadow.

He was right behind her before she noticed, catching her from the waist and pulling her into the shadows. He placed his hand over her mouth to silence her. She turned back in fear, only to be captivated by Kyel's onyx-black eyes as they met hers.

Kyel pointed to where she should look, and she saw a hunchbacked man holding a silver bell. He caught the blond boy. "Hmm, I thought there were two rats trying to escape. You'll face punishment, ahaha! I hate you rats mocking me in daylight. Hahaha, now it's nighttime—Quinlong will punish this blondie princess!"

"Let me go, ugh!" the blond boy protested, but it was in vain. Quinlong dragged him off for punishment.

The girl, still in Kyel's grip, pleaded with her green eyes for him to help the blond boy. Kyel whispered, "I can't. We'll get caught too."

After Quinlong left with the blond boy, the girl realized how intimately Kyel had been holding her from behind. She felt the warmth of his embrace and... something big and hard pressing against her lower back.

A sudden bitterness swept over her as she remembered the blond boy, Lumis. She tried to break free from Kyel's grip.

Kyel let her go, and as soon as she was free, she muttered, "Thank you," and hurried back to the girls' dorms.

Kyel stood there in the shadows with a puzzled look. Strange.

I've lost all emotions, so... why is my dick erect?