Free Web NovelChapter 5: Hell of Obsession
[Eye of Obsession (Unranked – Utility / Obsession-Linked):]
[Function: Reveals basic information about a target – name, race, power level, and general abilities. Can fully Appraisal targets up to two major realms above the host. For targets beyond two realms, information becomes limited and unreliable. Additionally, reveals obsession levels, hidden desires, fears, weaknesses, and emotional vulnerabilities. Depth scales with the host’s Obsession Links.]
[Passive – Threadsight: See the "threads of obsession" connecting people. Trace any obsession back to its source.]
[Passive – Obsession Sense: Automatically detect anyone obsessed with the host, regardless of distance or concealment.]
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Lucien’s eyes began to burn; he felt as if they were on fire. His vision blurred, the edges of his sight darkening.
He covered his eyes with his palms, pressing firmly, trying to reduce the pain that tormented him. His hands trembled slightly.
He squeezed them shut, waiting for the burning to fade.
After a while, the pain faded. Lucien’s ragged breath began to calm down, his chest slowly rising and falling.
He removed his hands, slowly opening his eyes as he welcomed the familiar light and vision of the world.
But the world felt clearer than before — sharper, more vivid. Colors seemed richer. Details he had never noticed now stood out. Lucien was amazed by the changes that had happened to his vision.
Before he could continue, information rushed into his mind, all about the Eye of Obsession.
It wasn’t an ordinary skill but an ocular skill which could grow without limit.
"Eye of Obsession." Lucien willed it.
In that instant, his eyes glowed with seven different colors.
Threads of different colors appeared in his vision, making it more colorful.
Lucien’s mouth opened widely. This was the ability of Threadsight.
Even though there were limitations. Due to his weak strength, it could only show the existence and direction of obsession, but not the person’s current location unless they were within a certain range.
Lucien’s eyes began to hurt him; he had to stop his actions. With his weak strength, he couldn’t make full use of its abilities.
But seven threads didn’t escape his mind. Crimson in color.
Yandere-level obsession. And one was close, thicker than the others. And he knew the person. Seraphina.
All strength left him. He never expected they had followed him here.
All seven. The hell he had thought he escaped.
His mind was sent into a whirlwind of confusion, hate, and shock. After a while, he let out a turbid breath.
He glanced at the system interface. The system might be the only chance to tame them.
And he had to make use of the opportunity.
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[Status]
Host: Lucien Veyrion
Title: Trash of the Veyrion Clan
Age: 17
Race: Human
Level: 1
EXP: 1/500
Bloodline: Human (Unawakened), Dragon (Unawakened)
Physique: Primordial Anchor Body (Partially Awakened)
HP: 10,020/10,020
MP: 99,999/99,999
STR: 912
AGI: 918
INT: 969
DEX: 912
STA: 1,212
DEF: 912
Charm: 954
Elemental Affinity: Fire Origin Element (SS)
Origin Core: Infinite Origin Core (Partially Awakened)
Origin Soul: Dormant
Special Traits: Obsessive Resonance (Active), Obsessive Sovereignty (Nascent), Scholar’s Insight (SSR, Active)
Skills: Shadow Stride (R), Eye of Obsession (Unranked), Abyss Carve (LR – Weapon Skill)
Passive Skills: Natural Recovery (3000%), Skill comprehension speed (35%), Body Refining Effect (500%), Threadsight (Eye of Obsession), Obsession Sense (Eye of Obsession)
Inventory: Essence Pills (3), Abyss Carver (LR - Equipped), Duskfang Dagger (R - Equipped)
System Resources: 1000 Eternal Devotion Tokens
Gacha Tickets: 0
Stats Points (SP): 0
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Lucien looked at the changes in his stats. It felt like transcending mortality.
He creaked his fists together, feeling the raw strength in his body. He could now feel the Originat that flowed everywhere.
He could sense and absorb them. He controlled Originat with the tips of his fingers.
He could will the fire element, and it would respond.
He wasn’t trash anymore.
He didn’t know when his eyes shed a drop of tears, his past memories surged since he had been in this world.
Who doesn’t want to cultivate? Who doesn’t want to reach the pinnacle of the universe?
Who doesn’t want to explore?
Before, he could only watch others doing so. But now, he could partake in the journey.
And he would reach the pinnacle; the end, surpassing everyone.
His gaze turned resolute. But only time would tell if the fire of this determination would not be extinguished.
CREAK!
A soft creak disrupted his thoughts. His gaze turned sharp as he turned toward the door.
Seraphina’s figure entered the room. Her golden hair and golden eyes, her beautiful face — she was a world-toppling beauty.
But at the sight of her, hatred burned in Lucien’s eyes, even though not as intense as when he had first seen her.
Seraphina saw Lucien sitting on the bed.
"You have woken up, Darling." She smiled, moving closer until she stood in front of him. Her gaze never left his face, drinking in every detail as if she had been starved of him.
Lucien stood up from the bed, and that was when his gaze caught what he was wearing.
He wasn’t dressed in his black garment but a white nightgown.
That was when he froze and asked, "Who changed my clothes?"
"Of course, it’s me. That’s such a stupid question, Darling. Or is it that you were expecting another person to change your clothes?" Seraphina smiled, but her eyes became chilly when she finished her sentence. Her fingers twitched at her side, as if she was restraining herself.
Lucien’s expression didn’t change until his gaze caught a drawing of him on the wall, which prompted him to check the room he was in.
The room was vast, draped in deep crimson and gold. A grand bed dominated the center, its dark wood headboard carved with intertwining serpents and phoenixes, sheets of silk pooled beneath heavy velvet curtains.
Soft candlelight flickered along the walls. A tall window showed the night sky beyond.
And everywhere — on the walls, the vanity, even the ceiling — were drawings of him. Sketches, paintings, portraits. Lucien asleep. Lucien reading. His face, his hands, his eyes. Some scattered across the vanity. Others framed, hanging like a shrine to his existence.
His breath caught as he felt chills run down his spine.
Seraphina followed his gaze and saw his attention was on the drawing.
She smiled, not a bright smile, but something darker. Something that made the air feel heavier.
She leaned in and whispered into the ear of the frozen Lucien.
"How’s my drawing? Do you like it?" Her whispers were like songs of hell to Lucien.
He stiffly turned to her. For a moment, he felt the shape of her pupils had changed into a heart shape.
Her face flushed as if she was excited, as if his fear was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.
It was now that Lucien realised what he had stepped into.
Hell of Obsession.
