In the quiet penthouse room, Raiden was deeply engrossed in training with his Soul-Devourer Blade—the sword whose ego had now been awakened. Through a special telepathic corridor, he could communicate directly with that very ego.
"Master… Master, I want an insanely powerful soul to devour!!" The sword's ego sounded like a little girl whining, begging for her desires to be fulfilled.
Raiden furrowed his brow, clearly annoyed. Even though he had already fed it hundreds of powerful ancient monster souls from preserved corpses, the ego remained insatiable. Raising his tone sharply through telepathy, Raiden snapped, "Don't be greedy, you little brat! Haven't I already given you tons of strong ancient monster souls?!"
Hearing his master's harsh words, the sword's ego instantly grew nervous. It no longer saw Raiden just as its owner but as a father figure it deeply respected above all else. In a soft voice barely above a whisper, the ego apologized.
Raiden felt a touch of sympathy, even a bit helpless. He pulled a soul bead from his pouch and handed it over to the sword's ego.
"Thank you, Master!" the ego cheered happily, radiating pure joy.
Satisfied, Raiden swung the sword several times. Then suddenly, he transformed the Soul-Devourer Blade into a strange sword-shaped tattoo that appeared on the palm of his left hand. Yet, in an instant, the tattoo vanished as if it had never been there at all.
The opulent penthouse felt hollow, its grandeur suffocating under the weight of silence. Raiden lounged alone on the plush leather sofa, his broad shoulders slouched in languid boredom. The vibrant energy of Lunarian, the girl group that usually filled the space with laughter and chaos, was absent—swept away by their whirlwind promotions for a new album. Even his ever-loyal maid, a constant presence, was gone, called away by some urgent matter. The stillness was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the television in the background.
Raiden let out a heavy sigh, his lithe fingers snatching the remote. He flicked on the TV, and an action movie blared to life, all high-octane tension and explosive chaos that briefly stirred his blood. But just as the climax hit its peak, a jarring commercial break shattered the moment. A long, tedious parade of ads snuffed out his fleeting excitement.
"What the hell is this?!" he growled, hurling the remote onto the cushioned sofa. "Should've gotten cable ages ago!"
Scowling, he glared at the screen, now flooded with cheap, tacky advertisements. But one caught his eye: a promotional spot for Empyrean Phoenix University of Magic, the most elite institution in the SSA Federation. The ad flashed images of the university's majestic campus—sprawling gardens, futuristic architecture, and state-of-the-art facilities. Yet it wasn't the grandeur that hooked him. No. It was the models—gorgeous female students, their curvaceous figures accentuated by tight uniforms that hugged every inch of their bodies. Raiden's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with wild, untamed thoughts.
"Heh… a bright future starts with a heartfelt education," he muttered, his tone dripping with mock sincerity, lips curling into a sly grin. "Instead of rotting here, why not enroll? Could be… an interesting adventure."
Decision made. A spark of excitement ignited within him as he rose from the sofa, his body thrumming with newfound purpose. He strode to the bathroom, letting warm water cascade over his chiseled frame, washing away the lethargy. Emerging, he stood before his bedroom mirror, slipping into a fitted white shirt that clung to his toned physique, sleek black trousers, and a long, tailored coat that amplified his magnetic aura. A spritz of masculine cologne, sharp and commanding, completed the ensemble. He ran a hand through his shimmering silver hair, styling it to perfection. Staring at his reflection, Raiden nodded, a smug "Perfect" escaping his lips.
To ensure his entrance would be nothing short of unforgettable, he chose a blazing red hypercar from his garage. The engine roared to life as he tore through the city streets, weaving past traffic with reckless abandon, ignoring signs as always. The cool night air whipped through the slightly open window, tousling his hair as a faint smirk played on his lips. This was going to be fun.
Minutes later, the hypercar screeched to a halt before the towering gates of Empyrean Phoenix University, the SSA Federation's crown jewel of academia. The campus sprawled before him, a masterpiece of manicured gardens and futuristic buildings radiating wealth and power. The security guard at the gate fumbled nervously at the sight of the sleek vehicle, hastily opening the gate without a word.
Raiden gunned the engine, the hypercar's primal roar shaking the air. Heads turned. Female students gaped, their eyes sparkling with awe, whispering among themselves. Male students shot envious glares, their egos bruised. Raiden chuckled under his breath, savoring the chaos his presence sparked. "College life, huh? Not bad at all," he mused, half-convinced.
The hypercar's doors lifted upward with a sleek hiss, and Raiden stepped out, exuding effortless confidence. He deliberately slowed his movements, adjusting his collar with a theatrical flourish. His silver hair gleamed under the sunlight, his sapphire-blue eyes sharp and piercing, his features so flawless they seemed sculpted by divine hands. His aura was overwhelming, the air around him practically vibrating with charisma.
The nearby female students froze, entranced. Some held their breath, their bodies reacting instinctively—pussies twitching, hearts pounding wildly. They'd never seen a man this breathtaking, as if Raiden had stepped out of their wildest romantic fantasies. Even a few male students averted their eyes, diminished by his commanding presence.
With his *ethereal sight*—a rare ability that let him scan his surroundings with perfect clarity without turning his head—Raiden surveyed the crowd. His gaze locked onto a woman who stood out like a beacon. She was tall and statuesque, her tight black blouse clinging to her voluptuous curves. Long, ash-gray hair cascaded down her back, contrasting with her gemstone-brown eyes that sparkled with allure. Her full breasts stood proud, her round, firm ass a perfect complement to her tiny waist. Black trousers hugged her long, shapely legs, making her look like a goddess descended to earth.
Raiden approached her, his movements fluid yet calculated, fully aware of the effect he had. His cologne's masculine scent wafted through the air, sending her pulse into overdrive. Her cheeks flushed, her body stiffened, and her eyes widened as he stopped before her.
"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice smooth and laced with charm, cutting straight to the point without cheap pleasantries. "What's your name?"
She flinched, a mix of surprise and delight flashing across her face. "H-Hi… I'm Amber," she stammered, hastily extending her hand. "Nice… to meet you."
Raiden's lips curved into a smile as he gently took her hand, then, in a bold move, pressed a kiss to its back. The gesture was elegant yet provocative, making Amber's heart skip a beat. "A lovely name," he said, his voice low and intense, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'm Raiden, by the way."
Amber's eyes widened, but she didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she smiled sweetly, her gaze gleaming with unmistakable interest—a green light if he'd ever seen one. Raiden caught the signal instantly, a silent chuckle echoing in his mind. *How lucky am I, born this perfect in this world?*
Yet beneath the heat stirring in his veins, Raiden knew he had to stay sharp. Amber's feminine scent, the softness of her hand, and her tantalizing curves were almost too much to resist. Those full breasts and that plump ass called to him, but he was a man of refinement—at least for now. Maintaining his charming smile, he released her hand and said, "Amber, I'm new here. Could you help me with the freshman registration process?"
Her face lit up, still flushed with excitement. "Of course! Follow me, I'll show you to the admin office." Her voice brimmed with enthusiasm, and Raiden knew—this was just the beginning of an electrifying adventure at Empyrean Phoenix.