The Path To Magical Supremacy

This book has explicit content and should only be read by adults. Plus, the protagonist is ruthless and will do whatever he wants, so yes, this is the story of a true villain.

Tags: Milf. Rape. Brutality. Magic. Dark-mc. Profane-Mc. Villain. War. Blood. Deities. Magic schools. high quality lemons. Pregnant.

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The dark alley reeks of burnt oil and leftover food, but the smell doesn't bother me anymore. I'm leaning against the cold concrete wall, partially illuminated by a broken spotlight that flickers sporadically, reflecting off my white lab coat. The coat looks out of place here, but it's a calculated choice. The Scientific League emblem on the shoulder gives me a legitimate appearance... Until someone takes a closer look.

My fingers graze the energy core embedded in my chest, fused into the fabric. I feel its pulse vibrate in sync with my heartbeat. It's not just an extra battery; it's my lifeline. You never know when things might spiral out of control. The lab coat's waist feels slightly heavier than usual, thanks to the energy revolver strapped there. It's small, discreet, but lethal enough. I'm not a fighter, but I've learned to defend myself in this world.

My glasses cover almost half my face, the thick lenses radiating a bluish glow in the dark. These glasses are more than cutting-edge tech; they're my window to what's really happening around me.

With a quick gesture, the filters change, and I see the walls of the neighboring building turn translucent, revealing an empty apartment. Another adjustment, and the entire alley takes on a greenish hue, as if it were daytime. And then, the most important setting: the network tracking mode.A pulsating pattern begins to form ahead, highlighting users connected to the city's main network. None of them are the person I'm waiting for.

"Damn..." I mutter to myself, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. "She's taking forever."

I raise my hand and make a few quick finger signs. The lenses in the glasses respond, projecting a holographic typing interface in midair. My fingers move across the projection, swift and precise. Each tap produces a soft sound, almost like glass being touched.

"One more minute..." I say softly as I finish typing. "If she doesn't show, the deal's off."

The silence in the alley weighs on me, but my expression remains calm and composed. I've dealt with worse situations. As I wait, my mind doesn't stop working—calculating variables, imagining scenarios. If he doesn't come, I'll have to make a quick exit and figure out another way to buy the source code for the androids that was recently stolen from the Galactic Federation.

Suddenly.

A message appears on the floating terminal projected by my glasses, the words glowing in the dark alley:

"You're not the only one interested, so calm down. Besides, you're still lucky the source code can be replicated and copied in dozens of ways."

My fists clenched automatically, my teeth grinding in frustration.

"That girl…" I thought, as my body instinctively tensed. My gaze locked on the projection for a few seconds before I let out a long, heavy sigh. She was right. Of course, she was. There were other scientists, hackers, and lunatics like me after the same code.

It was a race... and I hated being in second place.

Even so, I couldn't afford to lose control. I needed the code. Not out of ego or greed—although maybe there was a bit of that—but because of my plan. A plan I'd been refining for months. A highly intelligent android army, remotely controlled by me. They would infiltrate the Central Bank, looting the place with surgical precision, and no one would be able to trace it back to me.

With it, I wouldn't just have unlimited resources to continue my research but also power… and her.

As I was still processing the message, another notification blinked on the terminal, snapping me out of my thoughts:

"Okay, I'm here!"

The sound of jet boots echoed above my head before I could even look up. There she was, descending gracefully and landing right in the middle of the alley.

A girl with blue hair cut in a carefree, almost rebellious style. Her short college skirt swayed slightly, revealing slender legs covered up to the knees by synthetic fabric stockings. The jet boots emitted one last burst before shutting off completely, and she stared at me with gleaming eyes and a mischievous smile on her rosy lips.

My heart skipped a beat before my brain could remind me of the situation.

"I'd kill half the world for those lips..." I thought, almost automatically, before shaking my head and forcing myself to focus.

She was more than her appearance. She was dangerous, a ruthless negotiator, and she was holding the key to my future. Still, in some dark corner of my mind, a fantasy began to form.

"If I get what I want..." I thought, my gaze drifting for a brief moment before snapping back to her face. "I'll capture her... and we'll make it work, one way or another. Happily ever after, even if I have to kidnap her."

Of course, it was madness, but in a world like this, who isn't a little mad?

"So, what's the price, darling?" I asked, forcing a casual smile as I crossed my arms, trying to mask my nervousness.

She started walking toward me, her light footsteps echoing through the alley. The sound seemed to sync with the pulsing of the energy core in my chest. My eyes, hidden behind the lenses of my glasses, missed nothing.

She leaned her face closer, a shadow of a mischievous smile forming on her lips. 

"Oh... Eclivel, you're so out of control…"

I ignored her taunt, keeping my gaze locked on hers. Through the display on my glasses, her username flickered in the digital interface: "Rebel Princess."

Despite the dark glasses hiding her eyes, I knew—with an almost irritating certainty—that behind them were feminine eyes of a green or blue so deep they could hypnotize even the most rational man.

"Just name your price, girl!" I exclaimed, crossing my arms over my chest, my tone impatient and sharp. "I don't have all day."

She chuckled softly, a sweet sound laced with a hint of disdain. But before saying anything else, her gaze shifted to the glowing energy core on my chest, as if she were evaluating something far more interesting than the deal we had arranged.

"I'll offer 50,000 units for your level-B energy core. How about that?" she said, her voice still carrying that provocative edge.

I remained silent. My face betrayed no emotion, staying perfectly still, but my mind was racing. She knew exactly what she was doing, yet she had no idea how wrong she was about me.

She kept talking, trying to coax some kind of reaction out of me. Maybe she thought her charm worked on everyone, but I wasn't everyone. What she didn't know—and could never know—was that inside, I was like a rabid dog, hungry, completely obsessed with her. It was for her that I'd sacrificed countless nights and projects. It was for her that I was planning a heist on the Central Bank, designing androids that would give me unlimited resources to have her by my side... or by force, if it came to that.

After all, like me, she was an up-and-comer in this chaotic world. But unlike her, I was a genius, and geniuses can take whatever they want. That included the stunning, pale body of the Rebel Princess.

But I never let that show. To her, I was a cold man, emotionless, perhaps even married or disinterested in women altogether.

So, when she finally met the impenetrable wall of my silence, she sighed and shook her head, giving up on her teasing.

"The price is 300,000 stellar units."

Her words echoed through the alley, cutting through the tense air like a knife.

I stared at her, my gaze fixed on her smile. My heart was racing, but I kept my composure. "300,000 units..." I thought.

"System, open a trade window."

My voice rang out in the alley as the command activated the holographic interface projected by my glasses. Before us, a translucent window appeared, glowing faintly in the dark air:

Trade Window

User 1st: Eclivel Rustel

User 2nd: Awaiting confirmation

She immediately recognized what it meant. A provocative smile crossed her lips as she raised her arm, touching the window delicately. The system vibrated, confirming her identity as User 2nd.

Wasting no time, I began typing rapidly into the holographic terminal in front of me. The numbers 300,000 stellar units appeared in the trade window, glowing as an irresistible offer.

She glanced at the numbers, ran her skilled, enticing tongue over her lips, and nodded in approval. My body reacted before I could stop it; I felt a slight arousal, but I quickly suppressed the impulse, refocusing on what truly mattered.

"Yes, drool over my credits..." I thought, staring at her intently, her satisfied smile illuminated by the glow of the virtual interface. "Very soon, I'll have you and them back. It's only a matter of time."

Without hesitation, I finalized the process. "System, confirm the transaction."

The trade window glowed green, indicating her acceptance. But before the process was complete, she added something. A new element appeared on her side of the interface:

+1 link added

"This link will grant you access to the virtual server housing my private code repository," she said, her voice soft but laced with insolent confidence.

I nodded, my face impassive. "Alright."

With that, the transaction was completed. The holographic window disappeared, leaving behind only the notifications:

-300,000 units.

+1 link detected.

She gave a small leap into the air, her jet boots activating to lift her gracefully. With a provocative smile, she said, "Goodbye, sweet Eclivel."

As she ascended, her graceful movements momentarily revealed the pink panties beneath her short skirt. It was as ridiculous as it was mesmerizing, and I simply shook my head, suppressing any visible reaction.

"Just wait, sweet Princess…" I thought, watching her disappear into the night sky, a silhouette of blue hair dancing against the glow of the metropolis lights. "Even if your father is the kingpin of this district's gangsters, once I gain access to millions of units, I'll make them all kneel. And you… You'll be my slave, and I'll make you the mother of my children."

With my heart still racing and my mind teeming with dark plans, I turned toward the exit of the alley. There was still much to do, and time was on my side.

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