Chapter 505 - : 505 : The Creator : Possibilities!

Chapter 505: Chapter : 505 : The Creator : Possibilities!

Aiden kept strolling down the corridor of Albions School of Wizardry and Witchcraft, hands still shoved deep in his pockets, that signature smug, handsome smirk never leaving his face.

The twins—Violetta’s tomboy attitude and Valentina’s shy, glasses-wearing sweetness—were still fresh in his mind from the corridor just moments ago. He could almost hear Violetta’s dramatic "Tch!" and feel Valentina’s trembling hand on his back.

He was about to turn the next corner when he hear Lunara’s voice, warm and teasing, sliding into his head like warm honey over his skin.

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"Mmm~ Master~ You’ve been so good today... so very good~ All that teasing in the corridor, those sweet kisses to your new little lovers. They’re totally your type, aren’t they?"

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Aiden’s smirk widened instantly. He answered internally, voice low and playful, "Lunara. You know me too well."

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"Mmm~ Of course I do~ I can feel it, Master. I love how greedy you get, Master."

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Aiden chuckled softly under his breath. *You’re enjoying this way too much, Lunara.*

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"Mmm~ Guilty~ I live for it, Master."

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Aiden thought, voice clear and commanding, *I wanna use The Creator Skill again.*

Lunara’s purr turned instantly into pure, excited approval, thick with playful desire.

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"Mmm~ Yes, Master~ Anything for you~"

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[INITIATING THE CREATOR SKILL!]

3... 2... 1...

[PLEASE ASSIGN A NAME.]

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*Possibilities.*

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[NAME HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.]

[IS IT A SKILL OR PASSIVE SKILL?] (NOTE: PASSIVE SKILL WILL NOT REQUIRE AN ACTIVATION CODE.)

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*Skill. I don’t want it nagging me every few minutes.*

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[DESCRIBE ITS FUNCTION.]

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Aiden concentrated, thinking of a proper description.

*The skill allows possibility of an event that will be important for my growth. When activated, it will make me want to do or go somewhere because the skill sensed a possibility of an event that will occur on my intervention.*

Lunara purred approvingly in his mind, her voice thick with playful desire, dripping with teasing affection.

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"Mmm~ That’s sound greats~ I love how you think, Master~ It’s so... perfect~"

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[DESCRIPTION HAS BEEN ACCEPTED...]

[ESTIMATED MANA COST: 300000 MP PER USE.]

[24 COOLDOWN PER USE.]

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Aiden’s internal reaction was instant and hilariously betrayed.

*H-huh? 300000 mana and a 24-hour cool down? And this is the first time you have given me a cool down. Damn... This is brutal.*

Lunara replied, sounding genuinely disappointed, her voice suddenly softer and cuter, almost pouty.

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"I-i am sorry, Master. It’s just the skill you created is a bit too much for an E-Rank skill. I promise I’ll try to keep the mana or cool down lower next time~"

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Aiden sighed internally, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. *It’s alright. Atleast you’re not saying the skill can’t be created.*

Lunara purred happily, the disappointment vanishing instantly.

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"Thanks, Master. Let’s continue then~"

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[THE SKILL HAS BEEN AUTOMATICALLY SET IN E-RANK. FURTHER LEVEL UP WILL INCREASE THE LEVEL.]

[SET AN ACTIVATION CODE.]

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*Prospect.*

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[ACTIVATION CODE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.]

[WOULD YOU LIKE TO DESTROY IT OR LEARN IT?]

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*Obviously, learn it.*

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[CONGRATULATIONS, MASTER... YOU HAVE LEARNED THE SKILL SUCCESSFULLY.]

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But just as Aiden was about to answer her, his voice suddenly rang out loud and clear—**not** in his head, but out loud in the corridor, echoing off the stone walls.

"Great! Now let’s—"

Lunara cut him off instantly, her voice sharp with nervous excitement.

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"Master, The Creator Skill has been put in an one hour cool down for heavy use. I am sorry about this."

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Aiden chuckled, low and amused, and answered out loud, voice dripping with that signature smug charm.

"Don’t worry. One hour isn’t a big deal. And I wasn’t thinking of creating anything for now."

Lunara purred, her tone instantly sweet and teasing again.

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"Uhh~ You’re always so good with me, Master."

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Aiden smiled as he said, voice still out loud, "Prospect."

The system responded instantly, the words flashing in his vision like a glowing notification only he could see.

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[-300000 MP]

[SKILL IN COOLDOWN FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS!]

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Aiden’s eyes widened for half a second. A sudden, sharp pain shot through his skull—white-hot, like someone had driven a spike right behind his eyes—before it was instantly replaced by the most intense, bone-deep urge he’d ever felt. His body practically jerked forward on its own, every muscle screaming *go go go*.

"Damn..." Aiden muttered, rubbing his temple. "Do I have to go through the pain every time I use it?"

Lunara smiled nervously in his head, her voice softer, almost apologetic.

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"S-sorry."

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"Whatever..." He sighed, then he continued, "Lunara, teleport me to The Forest Of No Return. I am getting this feeling if I go there, something interesting is waiting for me."

Lunara purred approvingly in his head, voice warm and loving.

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"Yes master~"

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In an instant, the world around them blurred.

A tingling sensation swept over Aiden’s body. The air twisted, colors blending together into streaks of light and shadow before—

WHOOSH!

One moment he was standing in the sunlit corridor of Albions School of Wizard and Witchcraft, the next he was standing in the darkest, most eerie forest.

The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth, pine needles, and something almost... alive. Tall, ancient trees towered around him, their leaves so dense that even though it was afternoon, sunlight barely pierced the canopy. The ground was soft with moss and fallen logs, and the silence was broken only by the distant call of unseen birds. It felt... wrong. Like the forest had been waiting for him.

Aiden smiled, taking a deep breath of that fresh, crisp air, his hands extending to his sides like he was greeting an old friend.

"Long time no see, Forest."

Lunara purred softly in his head.

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"This is where it all started, didn’t it, Master~"

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Aiden replied, voice low and nostalgic, "It sure did. I still can’t forget that night I woke up in this forest four months ago. How I met Luna... Kinda nostalgic if I think about it."

Lunara purred even softer, almost lovingly.

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"Good to hear master~"

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Aiden chuckled quietly, but before he could say anything else, a sudden, desperate cry for help echoed through the trees—high and terrified.

"H-Help! Anyone! Please—!"

Aiden’s eyes widened instantly, then gleamed with dark, predatory excitement. A massive grin split his face as he broke into a run toward the sound.

"So fucking familiar situation."

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Deep within the heart of the Forest of No Return, two figures huddled against the rough bark of an ancient tree.

Their breathing was ragged, shallow, and desperate.

The older bunny girl was trembling violently, her frame curled protectively around the much younger one.

She shielded the smaller bunny girl with her own body, both arm wrapped around the child’s, pressing her against her chest.

Blood dripped down the injury on her arm, onto the forest floor in slow, rhythmic patters.

The younger bunny girl, barely taller than her waist, was sobbing openly. Her ears twitched with every panicked breath.

She clutched a small herb in her trembling hands, knuckles white. "P-please... I don’t want to die!" she wailed, voice cracking like a child’s.

Her older gitl only tightened her grip, pressing her forehead to the girl’s shaking hair, but her eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

The herb the younger girl held, quivered in her grip as the girl’s fingers spasmed.

Before them, the beast loomed.

The creature was no ordinary monster. It stood taller than any human, easily seven feet at the shoulder, its body a masterpiece of nightmare elegance. It possessed the imposing frame of an apex predator born from darkness itself.

Thick, obsidian-black fur cloaked its powerful torso, neck, and tail, swallowing the surrounding light as though woven from living shadow. Purple marking covering its shoulders, flanks, and limbs.

Two colossal draconic wings unfurled from its back, their dark membranes veined with glowing violet energy. Jagged armored edges lined the wings, while wicked talons tipped each joint, giving them the appearance of both weapons and instruments of flight.

Rising from its head was a fearsome crown of four enormous, ridged horns. The pair at the center curved high toward the heavens, while two smaller pairs arched outward and backward in perfect symmetry, their segmented surfaces gleaming like polished black amethyst.

An oval-shaped purple crystal rested at the center of its forehead, blazing with a mysterious inner light. Intricate purple markings radiated outward from the gem, branching across its face, neck, shoulders, and body like glowing fractures in obsidian. The luminous patterns continued across its fur, pulsing rhythmically as though alive.

Its piercing purple eyes burned with slit pupils that shimmered with predatory intelligence, locking onto its prey with an unwavering gaze. Long wolf-like ears stood erect between the horns, twitching at the faintest sound.

Massive forelegs and hind legs were reinforced with overlapping dragon-like scale armor that extended from the knees to the feet, each plate edged with sharp ridges. Its enormous paws ended in long, curved obsidian claws capable of rending steel, while a thick, fur-covered tail swayed behind it with restrained menace.

Its maw overflowed with rows of needle-like fangs. Thick, iridescent saliva dripped in slow, steaming strands from its jaws, hissing.

It tilted its head, nostrils flaring, and let out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the trees.

The beast took one heavy step forward, claws scraping the moss. Its massive hand rose, claws extended, ready to swing down and end everything.

In that exact second, Aiden appeared between them.

His eyes were calm, almost bored. The beast’s hand was still descending, but Aiden simply lifted two fingers and caught it—massive, spiked, and humming with dark energy—right between his index and middle finger. Aiden’s stance didn’t budge an inch.

The beast froze.

Aiden’s lips curved into the signature smug, lazy grin he wore like a second skin.

"Damn," Aiden drawled, voice carrying across the clearing with that effortless charm. "All that power and you still can’t even get past a couple of little bunny girls? Kinda disappointing. I expected better from something that size. All you got is a limp wrist and a bad attitude."

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END OF Chapter : 505 : THE CREATOR : POSSIBILITIES!

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