Seraphina Darkthorn [2]

Leo Dostoevsky's POV:

So, fuckin' recently, I got myself hired by this Crimson viper.

The son of a bitch was damn well-known in the place I used to work.

But all of a sudden, the bastard stopped showin' up for his usual shady business in Dyrne Alley.

Rumor has it, the fucker got filthy rich or somethin'.

Now, I was happy as hell to get hired by him.

More money for him meant more money for me.

But turns out, it wasn't even his ass who hired me. It was some damn kid.

What was his name again? Noah, I think? Well, I gotta say, the kid don't look like no ordinary little shit with that build of his.

He's gotta be like 19 or somethin'.

And that's how my life's going.

Here I am, hired to do another one of these fuckin' illegal jobs. But hey! the payment's lookin' damn good.

Got a truck loaded with these little bastards—bugs, all trapped up in glass containers.

Ring!—Ring!—Suddenly, the motherfucking phone started ringing, and I glanced at the caller ID—[Noah Grey, your boss.]

I scrunched up my face, staring at the caller ID.

I had originally set it as [Customer 3], but for some fuckin' reason, it kept changin' itself to [Noah Grey, your boss] all on its own.

No matter how many times I tried to fix it, the shit always reverted back.

"I swear, one of these days I'm gonna chuck this damn phone!", I grumbled in frustration.

Click! "Well, hey there, kid,"— I blurted out.

["Are you in position?"] he went straight to business, no bullshit. I like people like this.

"Yeah, I'm near the MapleZ syrup farm."

["Alright, good. First, set up the steel container fluid nearby."]

["Then, travel 70 kilometers further north to the Kaskal mountains and release the containment there. The wind will be blowing south towards Dakota. The Caelifera will make their way to MapleZ farms from there"]

"Why the hell is this plan so damn complicated? Can't I just release them right here?" I asked, all confused by this elaborate scheme.

["No, that would leave evidence that it wasn't natural. I have designed this trap to align with natural factors. The Caeliferas have been raised to exhibit polyphenism, so they will migrate during this season. The Kaskal mountains will act as natural barriers, and the Caeliferas will definitely follow the wind to the south. By releasing the scent from the steel container fluid, your team can attract them. Afterward, pack up everything and leave."]—Click!

The motherfucker hung up the damn phone right in my face before I could even say shit.

"Motherfucker," I muttered in frustration.

Soon enough, an attachment file was sent to my damn phone.

***

Noah Grey's POV:

Settling into the plush leather seat, I allowed myself to relax and slide around a bit.

A pleasant smile graced my face.

"Nano, change his online ID to 'I am gay'," I spoke.

[Affirmative. Updating Leo Dostoevsky's online profile... ] Nano replied in his usual monotone, devoid of any emotion.

A mischievous smirk took hold of my lips.

'What was it? Daddy got deep pockets?'

'Rich little brat?'

He shouldn't have made those remarks that day. And while I'm not one to hold grudges... I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy this little prank.

"Oh, Right! Status?" I inquired.

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│ S t a t u s W i n d o w ➙

└─────────────────┘

Name: Noah Grey

Age: 16 (+23?)(=39?)

Species: Homosapien

Sub-Species: Meta-Human/Technosapien/Technomorph/Nanomancer/Neo-Sapien

Abilities: Technokinesis, Metamorphosis, Advanced proprioception.

Class: Marksman

Rank: E

PRIMARY STATS →

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│ Health: D- │ 500/ 500(+20?)

│ Mana: G- │ 126/ 126

│ Strength: D │ 560/ 560(+45?)

│ Dexterity: E+ │ ( )

│ Intelligence: ??? │ ( )

│ Mana Capacity: │ 0

│

╰─────────────────────╯

SECONDARY STATS→

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│Armor: E │ 25

│Resistance: (D+) │ 50

│Stamina: C+ │ ( )

│Charm: B- │ ( )

│Durability: (D+) │ 50

│Flexibility: B │ ( )

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SKILLS:

-Momentum Transfer [Allows user to...]

-Perception[Allows user to...]

RELICS:

-None

ART:

Consecutive Archery ┃Bronze ➙

(100% Mastery)

Propensity: None

Mysteries:

[Mystery of Teleportation]

[Solaris Amulet]

Achivments:

[Legendary Achievment! Acquired the mystery of Teleportation!]

[Legendary Achievment! Acquired Solaris Amulet!]

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"My charm has reached (B-),huh?"— I muttered to myself, more inner thoughts than a direct question.

Am I finally good looking enough?

Can I really grab the attention of girls?

I damn well need to be confident for this plan to work.

If I want to get Svetlana, I better have some damn good looks to back it up.

Now, to clarify, I have got no intentions of getting into a romantic relationship with a SIXTEEN-year-old girl.

Because I'm TWENTY-FUCKING-THREE.

That's already more than enough reasons of why this is wrong.

But the fact that Svetlana's mother is Seraphina gives me plenty of reasons to go through with this.

But realistically talking about this situation, it matches with those transmigration novels.

'Transmigration novels huh...'

I just can't wrap my head around those transmigration novels. It's like the main character, despite being a grown-ass thirty-year-old man, ends up pursuing teenage girls.

Seriously, what the actual hell? Fine you switched bodies with a teenager, but did you also become a retard?

If I were ever in the mood to hook up, I'd prefer a mature woman, not some underaged girl.

Anyway

I glanced around the compartment of the plane, searching for the air hostess. Finally, my eyes landed on her.

I motioned for her to come closer, activating my perception skill with a curious intent.

I had something I wanted to test.

"What can I assist you with, Sir?" she inquired, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

Due to my perception skill, I was quite certain that her smile was authentic, and not merely for the sake of formality.

"What is your name?" —I asked, tilting my head against my fist, my arm resting on the leather seat's armrest.

"It's Amelia, Sir," she replied, her emerald green eyes locked onto me, a genuine smile gracing her face.

'Amelia, huh? What a mediocre name,' I silently mused.

"You have a lovely name, Miss Amelia. Mind if I inquire about something?", I asked, getting straight to the point without any pretense.

"Yes?" she responded, evidently curious.

"This is a personal question, so I hope you can answer honestly. How do you think I look?" I queried, not beating around the bush.

"Look?"— Amelia repeated, a bit perplexed by my exact intentions.

"Yes, in terms of my appearance. Don't sugarcoat it. I'm not fishing for compliments"—I glanced briefly out of the plane's window, lost in thought for a moment, before refocusing my gaze on Amelia. I concluded,"I genuinely need to know something".

"To be honest, I find you quite dashing. Sir." she replied sincerely.

"Dashing, huh?" I smirked inwardly, considering her response. My perception skill hinted that she was somewhat reserved but genuine in her assessment.

"You may go," I waved my hand dismissively, as if shooing away a pesky fly, signaling for her to leave.

Glancing out of the window, I watched the clouds drifting by.

We must have crossed Pax territories by now. Getting closer to the Darkthorn estate.

"We are about to reach," Nathan approached me suddenly, his gaze fixated on his tablet.

"Yes, indeed. Is everything prepared?" I asked, eager to ensure all arrangements were in order.

"Everything is in order. But, you may have to meet their referring seneschal first. Gaining direct audience with Seraphina is no easy task," Nathan responded. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, evident even in the way he spoke. "I must admit, I still have doubts about this entire thing."

"Don't worry, you have to trust me," I reassured him, my gaze fixed on the view outside the window, where a magnificent estate finally came into sight.

Yet, despite my confident words, anxiety began to tighten its grip on my heart.

Furrowing my brow, I silently cursed, "I'm here... Shit, this is actually making me nervous."

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A/N:I know y'all gonna ignore me but, if you are confused about the status window, than I decided to change it a bit.