William stared at Lucas for a long second, eyes narrowing behind the cigarette smoke. His jaw twitched once, twice, then he turned away with a dismissive snort.
"Seen this fucker somewhere," he muttered to one of his friends. "You know him?"
The friend scratched the back of his head, squinting. "I've seen him somewhere… can't remember where."
William waved it off. "Forget it. If the newbie makes a move, break his legs."
Lucas smirked, lighting the cigarette with a slow flick. He took a deep drag, exhaled, and leaned against the wall like a man watching a private show. The smoke curled lazily around his face as he observed William stepping closer to the trembling girl.
"Listen, bitch," William growled, voice low and cruel. "This can go two ways. One — you cooperate, and we use your body for an hour, then we leave you alone." His grin widened. "Two — you resist, and we break you, make you our personal slave. Now choose."
Lucas exhaled another plume of smoke, his voice carrying a lazy edge.
"What a gentleman."
Yuna's fists curled so tightly her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lifted her head, eyes burning with raw hatred.
"I will kill you," she shouted.
A common dagger materialized in her grip — a rare-grade assassin skill. Like a cornered cat, she lunged forward, blade aimed straight at William's stomach.
William's brows shot up at her speed, but he caught her wrist mid-strike with a casual grip. The dagger stopped an inch from his skin.
"Not bad for a newbie," he sneered. "An assassin class, I presume."
With a sharp twist, he broke her grip. The dagger clattered to the ground. Yuna cried out in pain as he shoved her back against the wall. His friends moved in immediately, grabbing the collar of her blouse and tearing it open with a loud RIIIP.
"GAHHHH—!"
Yuna's scream echoed off the concrete as her upper garment shredded, exposing her plain white bra and the heavy, full breasts spilling over the cups. Sweat glistened on her pale skin, her thick thighs pressing together in terror.
Lucas whistled low, smoke curling from his lips.
"Damn…"
William's eyes lit up with greedy lust. "Look at those tits…"
His friends laughed, crowding closer, hands already reaching.
Yuna stumbled backward until her back hit the wall again. She slid down, curling into herself, body shaking violently.
"Why…" she sobbed, voice breaking. "What have I done to deserve this…?"
William smirked, taking another step forward, clearly enjoying the fear rolling off her. His hand lifted toward her face.
Behind them, Lucas's bracelet vibrated with a soft chime. He glanced at the message without hurry.
Young master, we are here.
Lucas's smirk deepened. He flicked the cigarette away, the ember dying mid-air with a faint hiss.
He started walking toward the trembling girl.
One of the bullies noticed and stepped forward, sword already summoned in his grip. "What the fuck are you doing, bastard?"
Lucas didn't reply. He simply kept moving.
The bully's face twisted with rage. "You dick-faced shit — dare to avoid me?!"
[Dominion Field]
WHSSS!
A dark, ominous abyssal field bloomed outward from Lucas as ink dropped in water. Gray fog rolled across the ground, thick and cold, wrapping around the bullies' legs. Corruption spread instantly — veins turning purple, skin cracking like dry earth, a sickening pull draining their life force directly.
"Th-this…" the sword-wielding bully gasped, eyes wide with terror. "What the hell is happening?!"
The others started shouting, voices cracking.
"William! What the fuck is this?!"
Yuna, already on the verge of passing out from fear, slumped sideways, eyes fluttering.
Lucas felt the strain immediately — his fingers tingled purple, the field feeding on his own lifespan to maintain itself. What a cruel ability, he thought, but he held it steady for a few more seconds before willing it away with a quiet command. The dark fog dissolved.
The bully with the sword exhaled shakily, sweat pouring down his face. Even as a D-rank, the terror had nearly made him wet himself. His expression twisted into pure fury as he raised his blade again.
Footsteps echoed from the corridor behind them.
The bullies turned.
A group of second- and third-year students in sharp black-and-silver uniforms stepped into the alcove — the Obsidian Circle, one of the top 10 factions in the university. At the front walked their vice master, Henry, a tall, cold-eyed senior with a reputation for ruthless efficiency.
William's face went deathly pale. He gulped audibly.
"The Obsidian Circle… and Henry himself…"
His friends stepped back instinctively.
William forced a shaky smile and hurried forward, bowing deeply at the waist. "Senior Henry, we were just—"
Henry didn't even glance at him. He walked straight past, the entire Obsidian Circle following in perfect formation until they stopped directly in front of Lucas.
Every single one of them — including Henry — bent at the waist in a deep, respectful bow.
"Young master," Henry said, voice steady and formal.
Lucas, who had just taken a mana potion from his spatial ring to recover from the field's backlash, lowered the vial and smiled.
"You're here."
The alley fell into stunned silence.
Yuna, still on the ground, stared up with wide, tear-filled eyes, too shocked to even cry anymore.
William and his friends stood frozen, faces drained of all color, realizing too late exactly who they had tried to bully in front of.
A few minutes before -
Lucas followed the bullies at a distance, hands tucked casually in his jacket pockets, footsteps silent on the concrete. His original intention had been simple and cold: watch them finish with the girl, then kill her quietly once they were done, and try to summon a servant.
Even though the act of killing an already broken woman was not an act he was proud of. But in this academy, where even higher ranks turned a blind eye, there was no one else who would step in. He had learned long ago that the world did not reward mercy.
Yet as he watched from the shadows, a new notification flashed across his vision.
Class Quest Received
He opened the system window.
Quest: Heir's First Offering
The abyss hungers for a vessel. A girl with high potential to become a succubus has been found.
Objective: Make her submit to you — mind, body, and soul.
Reward: Low-tier Succubus Bloodline (grants passive charm aura, mana-drain on contact, and minor illusion abilities) + one compatible low-tier skill.
Penalty for Failure: Permanent loss of 30% max mana capacity and a permanent curse mark visible to all higher-rank devils.
Lucas's breathing quickened. Class quests were extremely rare — most students never saw one in their entire university career. The rewards were tempting beyond measure. Skills perfectly matched to a Mythic class were almost impossible to buy, no matter how many merits you had.
He remembered the despair of his old life — the nights he had spent staring at the ceiling, promising himself that if he ever gained power, he would never be helpless again. Strength was the only currency that mattered.
He accepted the quest without hesitation.
A moment later, he tapped the contact James had given him before the convoy left. The leader of the Obsidian Circle was the son of a high-ranking Apex Vanguard officer. Every member hoped to ride that connection into the guild one day.
The reply was almost instant.
"On our way, Young Master."
Lucas kept walking, staying just far enough back that the bullies didn't notice him. He wanted Yuna desperately. Vulnerable. Ready to accept any hand that offered salvation.
Present -
William stood paralyzed as the realization finally hit him. The face, the Crimson Phantom, the Mythic class… this was Lucas Vanderbilt — the bastard son of James Vanderbilt, the one who had awakened Abyssal Sovereign.
He dropped to his knees so fast his forehead slammed against the concrete — THUD.
"Young master, forgive me for not recognizing you!" he begged, voice cracking. "This worthless life belongs at your feet!"
His friends wet their pants and knelt beside him, trembling, begging incoherently.
Lucas drank another potion, then shook his head at William's theatrics.
"Senior, there is no need to kneel in front of me."
William trembled harder. "No, Young Master… this worthless life belongs at your feet…"
Lucas ignored him and walked toward Yuna.
She was still curled on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around her exposed chest, body shaking with fear. When she saw Lucas approaching, fresh terror flooded her eyes.
"Please… please let me live… please…"
Lucas took off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders, covering her exposed skin. The fabric was warm from his body.
Yuna flinched at first, then slowly lifted her head. Lucas stood over her, his presence calm, almost gentle.
He crouched down so they were at eye level.
"Do you want revenge?" he asked softly.
Yuna's eyes widened. "What…?"
"Revenge," Lucas repeated. "I will make them pay for messing with you."
At the back, Henry — 6'2", silver-eyed, blonde hair combed like a wave — watched with quiet confusion. He didn't understand why a Vanderbilt heir would bother with a random girl, but his orders had been clear: do whatever Lucas wants.
The guild leader apparently favored Lucas more than his legitimate son.
Yuna looked into Lucas's face. There was no pity. No lust. Just calm certainty.
She bit her lip, voice barely a whisper.
"What do you need from me?"
Lucas smiled.
"Submit to me. Mind and soul."
Yuna closed her eyes for a long moment. When she opened them again, the desperation had hardened into something sharper.
"Can you protect me? Can I sleep without fear? Can I live like others?"
Lucas met her gaze without flinching.
"I will make you strong. Strong enough to kill anyone who dares to touch you."
Fresh tears spilled down Yuna's cheeks, but this time they were different.
She nodded.
"I'm ready to do whatever is needed."
Lucas's grin widened.
He raised a hand and whispered the command.
"[Contract of Ruin]"
A runic circle of purple and black flame ignited beneath Yuna. A deep, abyssal voice echoed inside her soul.
"Do you wish to submit to the Heir of the Abyss?"
Fear and uncertainty gnawed at her, but the memory of William's mocking laugh and the way the others had torn her clothes made her answer firm.
"I do."
Purple flames surged, binding their souls together. Lucas felt the contract settle — he chose not to consume her soul. For now, she would be bound to him completely, loyal and growing stronger under his influence.
His system chimed instantly.
Quest Completed.
Reward: Low-tier Succubus Bloodline + Shadow Step (low-tier skill)
Lucas laughed out loud — a dark, triumphant sound that echoed through the alcove.