abnabooks Chapter 77: Getting Magic Skills?
Chapter 77: Getting Magic Skills?
Chapter 77: Getting Magic Skills?[Ding.]
The system notification rang out loud, displaying the text as Steve added a full stop to the last portion of his written sentence on the author’s notebook-
[Task completed.]
He let out a sigh, as he stretched back in his bed, since he was back in his room, and muttered.
"Okay, finally. I’m done... if I can get this done, maybe I really do have a shot. A shot at becoming more powerful."
Resting on his lap was the author’s notebook—his life, written in lines and choices.
He had already stepped out earlier, ready to meet Fiona. But then the thought hit him:
’Why chase pleasure when I can complete both tasks at once?’
So he had come back, and written on the notebook-
"Player, upon completing his harem with Fiona, achieves a partial ability of the Son of Hades."
It was only a partial ability... but it was something. A path forward.
And with that ability written, he stood up and stepped out of the room.
***
Step... step... step...
Each footfall echoed down the dimly lit hallway, the sound soft, measured.
Steve moved slowly, deliberately.
Dusk had descended, blurring the edges of the entire academy, making the world softer, quieter.
Shadows danced along the corridor walls, stretching with each flicker of the overhead torches mounted on the walls.
’Room 512,’ he reminded himself again.
’That’s Fiona’s room number...damn it...which way again?’ He thought once more, as he flickered his eyes from side to side in
Her friend scowled.
"You shouldn’t be around him... He’s bad news."
Fiona just laughed, a low, sultry sound that made Steve’s stomach flutter.
"Oh, come on. You’re overexaggerating." She gave Steve a sideways glance and smirked.
Her friend didn’t look convinced.
But Fiona didn’t care. She stepped into the hallway, closing the space between her and Steve. Their bodies nearly brushed.
"So..." she said slowly, voice dropping an octave.
"...you really came to see me tonight?"
Steve looked at her then—not just at her beauty, but at the softness in her gaze, the mischievous tug of her lips.
His eyes wandered down, briefly, taking her in. The gentle swell of her hips, the curve of her thighs beneath the hem of her dress, the bare skin of her legs catching the warm corridor light.
’She’s gorgeous...mm...I’m gonna love every bit of this. Since I can’t have Maggie right now...I’m gonna fuck her instead.’ he thought, feeling the heat rise in his chest.
"I just wanted to see you." he murmured, voice calm, almost innocent.