Chapter 473 - 473: Ada Mason

The screen was familiar, the writing well known, the mission something that had become a constant in his life, but then... the rewards...

XPs were the normal rewards for me doing my daily workouts, and for an extra bonus, I received PSDP or more XP. Getting a catalogue of situational women around me was something I had never encountered.

"System!" I called cautiously, moving my eyes to see if I could spot the women that had been mentioned.

"Yes, Marcus."

The reply sounded in my head, and that was nothing new, but what got my brows raised was the sweet tone that had been added to it.

"Seems you underwent some changes, or are you something new?"

"I'm still the same, Marcus, but with incredible changes."

"Changes?" I muttered suspiciously.

Up ahead, a woman in black tights and a sports bra came jogging towards me.

She had a low cut on her head, piercings going through her nose, and both of her arms were painted black, completely covered in tattoos.

Seeing the woman, my immediate thought was if she was Ada Mason, she could fit the profile.

[There are a lot of changes, but how about I show you something awesome?]

"Okay." I nodded, interested. My eyes were still on the approaching woman, though, and a few steps away, she noticed me.

[Alright, normally this would cost a handful, but for a first demonstration, it will be free.]

"Sure."

Normally I would have paid more attention to what the system was saying, but the brunette who had just caught my eye was a daring one.

She didn't move her gaze from me when our eyes met; rather, she looked at me defiantly, her features tightening, and if my senses weren't wrong, a bit of the energy around her was becoming activated.

I believed she would jog past me, our interaction just a memory in our minds, but then she came to a stop just beside me.

"What are you looking at?"

The sharp, agitated voice that came out of the brunette broke me out of my thoughts, my expression becoming lost.

She took a step forward, head raised, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm staring at a beautiful lady." I kept the words simple to avoid appearing corny or cringe, but whatever possible response I hoped for never appeared.

"I can pop your head right off if I wanted to." She kept up the agitated tone, her expression turning disgusted, her head cocking to the side, making her appear sinister.

"No, you can't."

My attention as I talked to the woman was less on her and more on the energy around her.

It was less active than the typical Psion, but it was not something that should exist in the normal order. It looked like a lesser form of aura, or perhaps aura yet to be unleashed.

My words came out flat, not a hint of worry in them, and immediately after, I noticed a heavy drop in the fluctuations around the woman—the minute metaphysical activity that had been happening around her almost ceased to exist.

She moved her lips to speak, but I beat her to it.

"You're Ada Mason, right?"

Ada didn't respond. Instead, she looked me over from head to toe, her bored expression telling me that she found nothing interesting about me.

Ironically, this conclusion of hers also let me know that she was far down at the bottom of the ladder.

"Who are you?"

"Someone you should be a good girl to."

"Hmm, I could spawn two of you from my vagina," Ada sneered.

"Really? What I heard was that you swallowed two men with it."

My words didn't surprise the woman. She snorted and planted her hands on her hips, a grin coming to her face.

"So which are you, family, friend, or maybe even lover? It would explain why they were such pussies."

"None, actually."

"You're usually not my target audience. You have nice legs and a good curve on your hips, but I love women with fat asses and great breasts to go.

I'm talking to you now cause I'm curious how good you ride to have taken two lives."

"I strapped them to the bed with ropes and then squeezed their necks as I bounced on their dicks, laughing as they struggled to breathe, their faces turning red and bodies squirming in a desperate bid to survive."

When Ada finished talking, we both silently stared at each other, my raised brows pointed toward her blank expression.

"What offence did they commit for you to kill them in such a brutal way?"

Ada kept her lips closed, and suddenly she turned and began jogging away, her ass swinging behind her.

My interaction with the woman lingered in my head for a few seconds, I shrugged.

"System, you were saying something."

[Yeah.]

I waited for more words, but there was only silence.

"You said you wanted to show me something cool."

[Yes...]

The voice was sweet, its tone angelic, but the silence that followed what had obviously been a question from me quickly had me annoyed by it.

"Well, show it to me."

[Not now. I'll show you at a prime moment.]

The reply had me taken aback, and any further thoughts I had were abated as the system screen appeared once more, this time displaying very important data.

"My profile has changed."

[Like I said, some incredible changes have been made.]

[Name: Marcus Lawson

Title: Shepherd, Father, Owner

MENTOR: (Level 4: 14/50)

Level/XP: Dormant

Dick type: Holy cock

PSDP: 3,600,000

Potential sugar babies (1/3): Martha Taylor

Sugar babies (3/5): Lucy Corlea, Valera Taylor, Isabella Locita

Slave: Sophie Harlan, Annie Armstrong

Body type: Transitioning (mode)

Meta state (mutated): (Mental: 70, Luck: 0.1 <-> 1)

Active/passive skills: Dominance aura (passive), Sweet hands (active), Daddy Knows Best (active), Nightwalker (active), Pervy senses (active), Emotion wave (undiscovered), Mind vision (undiscovered), Echo (undiscovered), Malevolent shrine (active)

Knowledge: Basic kickboxing, Intermediate kickboxing, Basic gunfighting, Basic Entrepreneur, Basic CEO, Intermediate CEO, Advanced Kickboxing

Equipped items: N/A

Punishment: Loading (1/1)

Shop (Temple)

Inventory: Nasty key, Lucy Corlea Apology card, Twin blessed Desert Eagles, Katana. ]

[Akashic Sutra

There are multiple paths to power, but the greatest power can only come from the greatest thing to ever be created: the mind. Wash yourself of the vanity of the world and rely on the only aspect that truly belongs to you to transcend mortality.]