Saga of Atlantis - Chapter 49: Villain

Chapter 49: Villain

“Hmm~hmm~”The smooth, sweet humming danced into my ears, waking me up. My eyes slowly opened, and I was welcomed by an unfamiliar room.

“Arghh”.As I groaned and massaged my forehead in an attempt to relieve the pain, a terrible headache smashed into my mind.

After rubbing my hurting forehead, I gradually began to feel better. I noticed the place was strange when I looked around, and I was snuggly wrapped under a blanket. The distinct sound of a shower running close entered my ears, and I immediately remembered my surroundings.

“It’s Sylvia’s room,” I said quietly to myself. The events of the previous night began to resurface for me. The sensation of ingesting Sylvia’s blood, as well as Edda’s mysterious message.

I heard the relaxing sound of the shower come to an end before I could ask Edda what had happened. My gaze was drawn to the bathroom door, and there, like a vision, stood Sylvia. She was enveloped in a bath towel, expertly concealing her big boobs, with the towel wrapped around her reaching up to her thigh. while another towel was placed around her head, attempting to tame her wet, streaming hair.

‘Damn, she’s hot’.I couldn’t help but think that as I looked at her sexy figure, her original look was nothing short of stunning—sharp, piercing blue eyes and a wonderfully shaped, triangular face that complimented her long black hair. I praised myself once more for picking her as my master.

“Good morning,” she said as her gaze met mine. She continued to towel-dry her hair.

“Good morning,” I said as I sat down on the bed, still attempting to shake the remnants of my headache.

“How are you feeling?” she said, her eyes concerned.

“What happened last night?” I inquired back, dodging the question because I wasn’t feeling well. The relief I had briefly felt upon seeing her had now dissipated, and the heavy feeling in my head returned.

“You fell asleep after drinking my blood essence, so I placed you on the bed to rest,” she stated as she sat on the sofa with her legs crossed.

‘Just missed it,’ I thought as I continued to peer through the gaps between her thighs.

“Do you remember what happened” .She inquired.

“I don’t know; all I remember is losing consciousness,” I said, trying not to focus too much on her enticing body.

“Hmm, you feel different somehow,” she murmured, lifting the towel from her head and letting her long black hair fall freely.

“How?” I asked, not understanding what she meant.

“You seem closer to me, almost like you’re a part of me,” she said, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“What do you mean?” I questioned myself, and my mind started racing. Then I remembered something important that happened last night—something relevant to my bloodline.

“Forget it. If you’re feeling better, get out; I need to change,” she said, rising from her chair and making her way to the closet where her clothing was stored.

“Don’t mind me, Master; please continue your work.” As I responded, I rested on the bed, one hand behind my head.

“Aren’t you getting cheeky?” She responded without looking at me. Then I felt the air surrounding me move, as if it were pulling me up. The main door swung open, throwing me outside the room. My mask, which had been propped up on the side of the bed, was now precisely on my face, and just like that, the door swung shut behind me.

“Well, it was worth a try,” I muttered under my breath as I stood up and walked towards my room. As I ascended to my room, the early sun was beginning to burst through.

“Hey, Edda, what happened last night?” I asked her as soon as I walked into my room, and my playfulness that I had with Sylvia disappeared. Despite my annoyance with her for concealing information, I felt compelled to inquire, as she is the only one who knows what happened last night. She reacted without saying anything by flashing me the identical message that had appeared before I passed out.

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[An additional bloodline is detected in the host body].

[The “Phonecia’s bloodline” has been detected in the host body.]

[The “????” bloodline resonates with the “Phonecia’s bloodline.”]

[“Phonecia’s bloodline” has merged with the “????” bloodline.]

[The abilities of “Phonecia’s bloodline” have been acquired.]

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I was both perplexed and intrigued as I read the words. If what this message said was true, I’d have to change a lot of my plans.

“Show me information about the ‘Phonecia’s bloodline,” I requested after reading thoroughly. The screen flickered and converted into different information once more.

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Bloodline: “Phonecia’s Bloodline”

Origin: Ancient Phoenix Ancestor

Powers:

Flame Manipulation: Mastery over fire in various forms.

Regeneration: the ability to swiftly heal from wounds and injuries, including regrowing lost limbs.

Nirvana: The unique ability to be reborn from one’s own ashes in the most dire circumstances, provided specific conditions are met.

Wings of the Phoenix: The capacity to manifest wings crafted from pure flames for both aerial maneuverability and combat.

Fire Resistance: Complete immunity to extreme temperatures of fire.

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“Sigh…” I sighed, my attention fixed on the system screen. I felt a wave of relief rush over me as I knew I now had something extremely useful to keep me alive.

I took off my shirt and went to the shower. I turned on the shower and let the cool water pour over my head. The coolness of the water helped to relieve my headache, and as my mind began to clear, I began to recall the information Sylvia had given me the day before. Visit nov𝒆lbin(.)c𝒐m for updates

The most noticeable thing was that my shitty father had removed me from my heir position and disowned me. This alone constituted a huge difficulty because it stripped me of my aristocratic title, a crucial position in a society that valued nobility second only to strength.

What weighed on me even more was the false accusation of attempting to rape the Princess. This event had robbed me of any remaining respect and dignity in the eyes of the public. Even if the story turned out to be incorrect, I would be labeled a criminal in the kingdom for the rest of my life.

“Ungrateful bitch,” I muttered to myself. It irritated me that, despite rescuing them from harm, I was the one who had to suffer.

I slumped against the wall, absorbing the weight of the repercussions that would have broken any normal 13-year-old. Someone is deliberately attempting to psychologically manipulate me, or, to be more specific, they want to ensure that I live a life of complete loneliness with no one to rely on. I’m starting to wonder if the king is the only one pulling the strings, or if there’s another puppeteer lurking in the shadows.

My situation has become even more dire than Eden’s circumstances in the game.

“I’ll ensure they pay for this,” I muttered under my breath as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. “I’ll become their worst nightmare,” I vowed while running my fingers through my hair. “I’ll embrace the role of the villain who’ll make them tremble.”