DING!
~Desire system as picked up a new man feeling like a cuckold~
~Nexon Valthorne~
~Nexon Valthrone is feeling like a cuckold~
~Vessel has received a reward!!~
'For gods sake, don't tell me I get a reward for every time I cuckold another man… I enjoy humiliating them, talk more of getting rewarded for it!' Zaja was in ecstasy within himself.
Not only did everyone in the room pick up what had just happened, but it also drove Nexon Valthorne to the brink of anger.
"Die slave!!" The shame was now literally etched on Nexon's face.
"Hmmm? Like father, like son eh… even when your wife has spoken her decision to denounce me as her slave, you still insist on calling me a slave"
"... In fact, what you should be calling me is 'son'" Zaja's teeth exposed, reflecting a white, amazingly structured dentition. And even if chaos was literally unfolding in the hall, the women present wished they were in Lady Elyria's shoes.
"Tch!!!" Nexon's face turned red and he swept his sword upward, aiming for Zaja's neck.
However, when the vessel looked him dead in the eyes, for reasons he couldn't comprehend, Nexon stopped in his tracks, his body refusing to move an inch further. The sword stayed relaxed on Zaja's neck, yet Nexon couldn't find the strength or compulsion to slice the head clean off the shoulders.
All the men in the room had their eyebrows knitted as they looked at Zaja, both the young and the elderly. However, due to his Eros Hijacker title, all the women who had love interests or marital unions with other men looked at him with admiration and lust in their eyes.
"You can't do it Nexon… or should I call you father now…" Zaja said, sliding the blade away from his neck gently.
The reason Nexon couldn't move was due to pure and adulterated intimidation; something inside Zaja was way too powerful for Nexon to comprehend, and he could feel it as he drew closer to Zaja.
The head of the house started to contemplate what sort of mutation or power Zaja possessed that exhumed such an intimidating aura. His mutation wasn't even active, yet it had so much pressure that it stopped and almost one thousand-year-old man in his tracks!!
'Where did this mutation come from?! What kind of monster are you!!' Nexon's words rang in his mind.
The Shadow Sovereign Flame mutation has no known origin, and since Lady Elyria found out about the mutation, she has been trying to understand where the mutation came from by looking into Zaja's lineage, but she found nothing but dead ends of drunkards and slut pimps.
"I have done my assignment for today, and I will take my leave now, the matriarch will also like to leave…" Zaja said with a cheerful laugh, and after giving Nexon a friendly tap, pulled Elyria by the waist.
Just as Zaja turned to leave, Nexon snapped out of his intimidated state and spat out suddenly, "I will kill you here and now, slave!!"
Zaja's eyebrows knitted, and a sudden surge of anger swept over him; however, the wisdom of the Obsidian Wyrm Stallion always prevented him from making the wrong decisions.
"Know your place, you fool…" the vessel intoned as his eyes turned red signifying that his Shadow Sovereign Flame mutation was now active.
Nexon didn't back down this time; he poised his blade, ready to attack Zaja with it. The vessel turned around immediately as Nexon's sword made its way towards his back.
The vessel shoved Lady Elyria out of the way gently, dodged Nexon's attack effortlessly, and then turned to face the patriarch.
"You attack your fellow man from behind, how cowardly of you…" Zaja said with a grim expression and then summoned the Shadow's Edge from his inventory.
The blade, a reward item given to him for picking an item off the starter pack, was a mid-length sword that had an obsidian black blade, causing light to bounce off it at obscene and weird angles. The handle had a gold colour and a ruby stone embedded in several parts of the dagger's handle.
Nexon attacked first with fury, driving a vicious overhead slash meant to split Zaja from head to groin. Steel screamed as Shadow's edge rose in a lazy, almost bored arc. Sparks exploded where both blades met.
Nexon pressed on, years of muscle memory turning into a storm of cuts: High-left, low-right, feint high, thrust centre. Each strike carried the weight of a thousand years of swordsmanship. But unfortunately for him, each strike was met only with black glass and a mocking smirk on Zaja's face.
Zaja moved so silkily, he slipped inside the patriarch's reach, shoulder-checked the older man's guard wide, and flicked shadow's edge across Nexon's forearm.
A thin red ribbon of blood opened up, staining the skin and the blade alike. First blood.
And in that instant, Zaja felt a short surge of arcane energy pump into him. It was only then that he remembered the perk attached to the shadow's edge, the perk allowed the blade to convert life into pure arcane energy that Zaja could use.
Nexon snarled and spun, bringing his longsword around in a horizontal sweep that would have taken a lesser man's head clean off!. Zaja dropped beneath it, his palm slapping the floor for balance, then surged upward. The pommel of the shadow's edge cracked against Nexon's jaw with a wet crunch. Cartilage gave way, and blood painted the patriarch's beard red.
The women in the hall gasped, some leaned forward with their eyes blown wide. A few husbands suddenly found the floor very interesting.
Nexon staggered but he didn't fall. He let out a loud roar and his blade ignited with pale silver runes. The temperature in the hall plummeted and frost crawled along the marble almost immediately. He moved forward, and a lance of frozen ice rode the edge of his blade.
Zaja's grin widened, "Cryo Manipulation Mutation? Isn't that interesting…" he stepped into the thrust instead of away, and the shadow's edge met the silver blade at a perfect forty-five degree angle. Instead of parrying, Zaja let the black snow. Then he twisted his wrist and the obsidian blade rotated, hooked the cross guard, and with a sharp economical jerk ripped Nexon's sword from his grip.
The blade spun through the air, ringing like a funeral bell and buried itself point-first in the floor three feet away.
A loud silence dropped in the hall after that and Nexon finally stumbled back with his chest heaving and blood dripping from his split lip. His legs hit the high-backed chair he had risen from a few minutes earlier, collapsed into it like a puppet with cut strings.
Zaja walked over to him with slow, nonchalant steps, and when he finally got there, he rested the shadow's edge lightly against the patriarch's throat, the black blade reflecting Nexon's wide, humiliated eyes back at him.
"Shh," Zaja whispered, "Careful now, you'll cut yourself."
A single bead of blood rolled down Nexon's neck and soaked into the white collar of his robe, and the hall was so quiet they could hear it drip.
"Like father… like son truly. I will act as if nothing happened. The Lady is tired and needs to rest, we would like to be excused… Father"
Zaja said with a cheerful laugh and afterwards pulled Lady Elyria by the waist, leaving Nexon and the other nobles behind.
Meanwhile, the Desire system processed the rewards and granted him well-deserved Desire Points that amounted to 200,000 points.