Chapter 5: New Skin
’System, care to explain what just happened?’ Lynx asked, voice low. His dear aunt had fainted.
She was lying down on the small bed now, chest rising in shallow breaths.
[Chill dude, she fainted because of your aura. It was more suffocating than anything she’s ever seen or felt. She’ll wake up in a few mins... By the way, you stink man. Go bathe].
’Shut the hell up, you don’t even have a nose,’ he shot back, then lifted his arm and sniffed himself.
The smell hit him like a brick. Sweet and stinking sweat, smell like old wood and dust from 5 years of neglect.
’Damn, when was the last time this guy bathed? Oh right, I forgot he’s like a dead man among the living. But still...’ The thought made his stomach twist.
[Just go and come back before she wakes up.]
"Yeah, sure thing. Thanks, buddy," Lynx replied sarcastically. "You know, for a self-proclaimed god, you sure talk a lot."
No reply.
The System went quiet, like it was ignoring him.
Then he started walking to the bathroom. The floor was cold under his feet, the pipes groaned when he turned the tap. Warm water filled the old tub, steam curling up.
He submerged himself in it.
"Wow, feels so relaxing..." The heat sank into his bones. For the first time in two lives, his muscles weren’t aching.
"When was the last time I had a decent bath? Probably when I was 15, hahaha." He laughed at his own joke. But it came out wrong, wet and dry and his eyes were pained.
"I lived and died miserably. Ignored, I wronged by people but I couldn’t even do shit. That bastard was even looking for ways to fire me. But now that’s going to change." His fingers dragged through the water, watching ripples.
"I transmigrated into this new body. Got a nice house. Superpowers or what’s it’s called here, and a hot aunt that’s definitely going to end up in my bed before I leave this place..."
The words felt bold for someone who hasn’t seen a woman pants in his life. But with power comes confidence right?.
He started scrubbing, skin turning pink under his palms, like he was trying to wash away the years of being nothing.
.....
After he was done, he stepped out of the tub, water dripped down his new skin. He felt refreshing and energized like every cell in his body had been reset.
Then he heard it.
Stirring, movement and soft gaps from the room his aunt lay.
His hearing was sharper now. He could count her breaths.
’She must be awake and I gotta check this system out... hey system, show me my stats or whatever you call it.’
[All Powerful System]
Name: Lynx Azarion
Age: 18
Class: Primodial Polymorph Blessed - A Rank. 20000 AGS points to Upgrade.
Affinities: Lightning A rank. Fire A Rank. Ice A rank. Wind A rank. 2000 APS point to upgrage.
Blessings: Charm (Transcendent) - presence so godly they overwhelm creatures. Charm can be upgraded in store.
Primodial Polymorph - Can take the form and power of any race and make it Primodial.
Immunity - Immune to Pain, poisoning or artifacts below primodial.
APS Spin - Spin and claim primodial skill (1). 10000 AGS point to buy 1 spin.
HP - 1000/1000
MP - 2500/2500
STR - 100
AGI - 100
STA - 100
INT - 100
DEF - 100
[APS points 0... can be gotten by doing quests, having sex, killing beasts. Points can be used to upgrade rank, stats or affinities.]
Lynx stared at the floating text, the blue light reflected in his eyes.
After checking his status and everything, Lynx smiled. This was it, his destiny.
He didn’t know if other A rank blessed stats were like this. But he could tell he was different.
[Of course you’re different. I’m a God system dude. Of course the power you have will be different, and the best part? You can’t stop getting stronger until you become Absolute.]
The System’s voice dripped with arrogance.
Lynx ignored it and started walking to the old wardrobe. The old wood creaked when he opened it. Dust floated in the air.
He couldn’t find any good clothes. This room wasn’t part of the main house. That’s why it hadn’t been used for years except to let the past him die slowly. Only maids came here to clean, and as it seems even they barely touched it.
He looked around. He couldn’t find anything, everything was old or torn, meant for a sickly boy who never grew.
’We’ll better go tell aunt to buy me clothes tons of them and hey i haven’t checked out this new body. Most importantly, how could I miss checking my dick? Although it feels heavy, but let’s see.’
Curiosity burned in his chest. Then he walked to the mirror and started checking himself out.
’Holy shit... Damn, what the hell? How am I like this and still alive, breathing this air...’ He couldn’t stop rambling.
It wasn’t his fault. He’d been below average all his existence. Living off ramens, alcohol and cigarettes.
But this dude staring back at him? He surpassed every expectation and every fantasy. This dude here will make even a succubus cum with just his eyes.
He was the embodiment of sin.
Forehead with the blessed mark, shining faintly. Silver hair with golden streaks, falling soft over his forehead. Heterochromia eyes, one blue, one silver, both ringed with gold. Like a god’s gaze.
Chest and abs perfectly carved, like a sculptor had spent centuries on them. Skin glowing faintly, like moonlight trapped under flesh.
Perfect legs, long and powerful. Perfect height 6’2.
His third leg was carved just as perfectly. Glowing faintly, thick, veiny, long even flaccid, he measured it with his eyes. Six inches Maybe more.
’Damn with this looks and body, I can get anybody on any planet. Have a harem full of beauties like myself. Although it will be hard to see a woman more beautiful than me, but still I’ll have a harem. Damn, this life just got interesting. Thank you system or whatever god brought me here.’.
This body is so beautiful that he even wanted to goon to his reflection,
The thought made him grin, then it made him pause.
Slap!
He slapped himself.
’Damn, did I entertain that last thought? I’m sure it’s this system messing with my head. This is the new me now, get used to it.’ He spoke dryly, still touching his face, his skin, like he was afraid it would disappear.
He wrapped himself below the waist with a white cloth he found, then walked to the room.
Isabel was lying on the bed, breathing faintly. Her hair was a mess, lips parted.
’Damn, she’s breathtakingly beautiful.’
He walked towards her and called, "Aunt Isabel, are you okay?"
His voice came out light and deep at the same time. It was smooth and soothing. It wrapped around the room like velvet.
Isabel turned to look at Lynx.
For a few seconds, she didn’t breathe or forgot how to.
He looked too perfect, too unreal, and his voice... it made heat crawl up her body, pool low in her stomach, and a wetness in a certain somewhere.
’Damn, what am I thinking, am I going crazy? Breath Isabel, relax. He’s your little boy...’ She swallowed hard.
"Yeah, I’m fine, Lynx. I’m just accepting the fact that now that you’re a blessed, you’ll leave me soon for the academy."
Her voice trembled.
"You just woke up and we’re not going to be able to spend time together, bonding, me making up for the lost years, because you have to leave for the academy."
The last word cracked. Her eyes were teary, her emotions were genuine, not lust.. motherly.
Then she felt it.
An arm wrapped around her. Strong, warm and safe.
She melted into it before she could think. All sorrow, all guilt, gone for one second.
’What’s wrong with my thinking today?’
Lynx comforted her. His chin rested lightly on her hair. He smelled like soap and something else. Something divine.
"Aunt, don’t think or worry about it. We’ll make up for the lost time, i can leave for the academy next month... Don’t be sad. I’ll never leave you again."
Lynx’s feelings were genuine. He had fallen for her and definitely not as a nephew, something more than a lover.
For her outherwordly beauty. For curves that could seduce and kill any man. For breasts so firm and full they threatened to spill out of her top...
But He still fell for her, the Isabel. The warmt and care he received from her was something he has never felt or received in his past life.
He felt safe around her.
"You have to leave before next week Lynx. It is really important. The academy is your future and I don’t want to delay or take that away because I’m selfish."
She pulled back, hands on his chest. Her fingers trembled.
Lynx knew about that. The Blessed academy was important to him being a Blessed.
But he wanted something else. He wanted to build a relationship with her, not as a son.
The academy was important. But as a cultured man who had always hated anything about learning, this beauty right here was his first priority.
His gaze dropped to her lips for half a second. Then back to her eyes.
The air between them went heavy.