Free Web NovelChapter 3: Busty red haired maid
It’s dark.
It feels like floating in an endless, dark ocean—calm and peaceful.
"Am I dead again?"
[Alert!]
[You Are Not Dead!]
[Quest Objective ’Escape The Wrath Of Second Lead’ Has Been Completed!]
[Congratulations, Host. You’ve unlocked an additional hidden achievement: "Provoker".]
[The host was unconscious to access the reward.]
[Initiating wake-up sequence.]
"Wait, what—?"
Before he could process it, a sharp electrical sensation shot through his entire nervous system, like he’d been struck by lightning.
"Fuck—"
Eric’s eyes snapped open as his body jerked violently. He lost his balance and fell from the soft surface to the ground with a loud thud.
"Ahh, son of a bitch," he groaned, face pressed against the carpet. "I’m going to kill that damn System... and that sadistic Goddess too when I see her again!"
He pushed himself up and looked around the room. This is not the academy’s dorm room, too elegant to be an infirmary. It’s a luxurious noble bedroom with high ceilings, expensive oak furniture, and a massive canopy bed he had just fallen from.
If Eren’s memories are correct, it’s his room back at Volsver Dukedom.
But...
It’s fuking far from the academy, which is located in the capital.
"How the hell did I end up here?" he wondered, wiping his face with a sigh. His eyes widened as he realized his hands were completely covered in bandages, including a large plaster on his cheek. His knuckles ached as if he had been in a fist fight.
Memories surged back before his blackout.
Yes, Reinhardt attacked him from behind when he forfeited the match, but Eric didn’t remember what happened next. Did he lose consciousness? He thinks it’s not the case, there’s a hazy memory after that he couldn’t replay in his mind. But he did something satisfying in that memory.
"What a coward," he said, realising that rage baiting the idiots won’t lead to a good ending. "A point to be noted."
He then turned around and lazily walked, wobbling legs, towards the ornate mirror. He raised an eyebrow as he saw his new face. Black hair that fell messily over his forehead, blue eyes that looked like they shone like a blue sky, and sharp facial features that could make him a top idol if he were back on earth if not for the bandage on his cheek.
"So.. this is me, Eren Volsver?" He muttered, turning his head slightly. He had to accept that it’s his new identity and that he has to live as Eren for the rest of his life in this fantasy world. "Not bad, at least I’m not like those minor villains who built like pigs."
He poked the large bruise on his cheek and winced. "That blue-haired simp really didn’t hold back."
Now it’s time for the main issue that he had been wondering about since he woke up.
"System, open status."
The system panel popped up in front of him.
[Host:- Eren Volsver (vessel)
Level:- 1
Class:-?
Skill:- None (Useless Villain)]
[Congratulations! You’ve Survived the Death Flag And Altered the Characters’ From Doom Ending.]
[Calculating Reward...]
Eren’s blue eyes shone as he was excited. "Reward? Something like in those Webnovels where the protagonist gets something like Sword Mastery, Magic Genius, Hidden Dragon Bloodline?"
"Come on, come on... Give me something cool–"
[You’ve Been Granted 200 Fate Points.]
[Current FP:- 200]
"...Huh?" He stood frozen, waiting for an actual reward to appear.
...
Nothing.
"You’re kidding, right?" He asked in terrifying calmness, a vein twitched near his eye. This piece of the so-called system just gave him some points after pushing him to near death.
[...No.]
"What the hell?" He slammed both his hands onto the table. "You telling me that, after getting into this psychopath, stalker’s body, and nearly dying in the hands of a blue-haired simp, I just got some points?"
[Host has been granted an appropriate reward.]
"Appropriate my ass!" he growled.
"That damn milf goddess scammed me," he groaned, mood dejected. He dramatically fell back on the chair and wiped his face, trying to calm his anger.
’Whatever, I really have no desire to cheat and become the strongest. Well, I did have a desire. But it’s a good thing, it’s better to stay in the background without associating with those idiots and lead a peaceful life.’
He chuckled inwardly like an idiot. "Watch my princess Seraphina from afar, and make her life a little happier. That’s all."
CLANG!
As he was daydreaming, he heard a loud sound, he immediately turned his head towards the door and saw a lady with a horrified expression, as if she had just seen a live ogre lazily resting on a chair.
Eren raised an eyebrow.
She’s a maid who looks few years older than him with shoulder-length red hair styled into two neat braids that rested over her shoulders, her green eyes widened with fear. Her figure is what caught his attention—slim waist with attractive busts that were nicely held by her maid uniform. Beneath, on the floor was shattered glass and a jug, soaking the expensive carpet.
She immediately dropped down to her knees, lowering her head until her forehead touched the wet carpet.
"I—I am sorry—young master Eren. I don’t know if you are awake. I thought you were still in a coma and came to clean the room. I will clean this mess I made. Ple—Please don’t punish me."
Eren just stared for a second, still processing. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf, forehead pressed against the wet carpet as if expecting him to kick her at any moment.
’Ah... right. Original Eren was a real piece of shit.’
He sighed and slowly walked towards her. The moment his shadow loomed over her, she flinched violently, expecting something worse.
"Raise your head," he said, voice softer.
The maid lifted her head hesitantly, still trembling. Her green eyes widened as she saw Eren crouched right in front of her, shirtless since waking up, displaying a toned upper body. Her gaze involuntarily traced his bare chest and shoulders for a split second before she snapped her eyes back down.
’Cute...’ Eren thought.
"Don’t worry about the mess. I have no intention of punishing anyone," he said gently. "Are you new here? I don’t remember seeing you before."
The red-haired nodded frantically.
"Y—Yes, young master...! M—My name is Mira. I recently started working here and I was assigned to serve you three days ago."
She said, but her expression says she had been assigned to feed a chained wolf.
Well, he can’t blame her. Eren was so unhinged and violent that he literally cheered for his death when he played the game, and who knows, he had to pray not to get killed in the same scenes days ago.
She still refused to stand, still kneeling in a weird position.
"Didn’t I say to stand up?" He ordered with a sharper tone and she immediately stood up like a robot just got command.
Eren is amused by her action. He had maids in his previous life. Well, all of them were fifty-year-old aunties who treated him like a homeless stray that somehow wandered inside rich people’s property. Now he has a sexy maid who flinches on sight of him.
He waved his hand lazily and walked back to his chair. "Just clean this mess later and bring me some food. I’m starving from a three day coma."
Mira stood frozen, staring at his bare back with pure disbelief. She had been warned by her fellow servants on how sadistic Eren Volsver was, she expected something worst as she made a mess. Instead, he was chill and... handsome?
The maid shook her head.
She stood there awkwardly, clearly wanting to say something but too scared to speak and he noticed it.
"What’s wrong?"
Mira swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper.
"T-The Duke... His Grace has ordered that the moment you wake up... you must immediately go see him in his study. He seemed... quite angry."
***
Eren stood outside the Duke’s office with his hands in his pockets, looking at the large wooden doors
like a kid gathering the courage to ask his father for an expensive toy.
"Seriously, what kind of shitty father calls his son who just woke up from a coma?" He muttered under his breath, still irritated with stomach groaning. "At least give me a day to get well, you old man..."
Still, he couldn’t complain much. Compared to his cold bastard father back on earth who showed him hell, this duke is truly a saint.
He sighed and raised his hand to knock on the door politely.
tap tap
"Come in," an authoritarian, cold voice greeted him.
As he entered the room, Eren immediately felt the heavy atmosphere awaiting him.
The Duke’s study looked exactly how fantasy novels described noble offices—dark wooden shelves and tables, too many books wondering since when they were last touched, and some grim-looking portraits all over the room.
Duke himself is sitting at the large desk like a king on his throne. Duke Alfric Volsver was a tall, imposing man in his late forties, with striking blue eyes like Eren’s and black hair tinged with grey from heavy stress. Well, his daughter is in a coma state because of some mana disease, his wife died not long ago and his only son was out stalking a girl and causing troubles made him look really tired.
His face was stern, cold, and had a kind of pressure that would fold many people immediately.
Eren, however, just wanted some food.
"You’re awake finally?" The Duke said with no hint of emotion to his son.
’Wow, straight to business. No "how are you feeling, son?"’
Eren casually sat on the chair opposite the desk, trying his best not to provoke his new father.
Duke Alfric stared at him for a longer moment than needed.
"Eren, I heard what you did back at the academy, do you have any explanation for that?" He asked in a cold tone that could freeze Eren. "You almost killed Reinhardt with your bare hands, now his father was on my neck demanding an apology."
