Felix had a peculiar dream where he saw numerous women, bare-bottomed, dancing around him. Each of them moved with a bewitching grace, like sirens who could entice a soul to its doom.

Ladies Elizabeth, Ireland, Countess Elvina, Aurelia, Betty Artemis, Lilia, the enigmatic night elf...

Every woman who had ever stirred Felix's desires appeared in his dream, dancing with their bare bottoms, performing a dance that was seductively bone-chilling...

"What an interesting dream."

Felix looked at the women around him. They were either kissing their breasts or rubbing their huge breasts against their arms. A woman who looked like Mrs. Elizabeth knelt at his feet and bent down to open her red lips like rose petals to hold Felix's penis...

"Gamma Masters don't dream!"

Felix raised his left hand, coldly addressing the woman kneeling before him, who bore a striking resemblance to Lady Elizabeth, "Death’s Touch!"

He opened his eyes to a cyan ceiling, in his room on the seventh floor of Felendia. The air still carried a lingering exotic fragrance, the scent of a woman, specifically that of the succubus Vivian. It was forbidden for servants to enter the master's room without permission.

Gamma Masters, known as "Smugglers of Death," steal secrets from the grasp of Death itself, their souls belonging to the mightiest, the Shadow Queen Christie! Spellcasters deny all forms of dreams, especially those who tread into the Golden Dominion, vigorously suppressing their dreams. They refuse to place their hopes in fleeting, illusory dreams, seeing them as obstacles on the path to eternity.

Those whose mental strength exceeds the human threshold, suppress their dreams, recognizing them as human vulnerabilities, weaknesses.

Though physically exhausted, Felix's mind was exhilaratingly awake, marked by the dream magic. Opening his door, he saw Vivian kneeling outside. The strikingly beautiful succubus, draped only in a sheer veil, her red eyes filled with panic and trembling. She held a whip above her head, her head bowed in silence.

"When one errs, a price must be paid." Taking the whip from Vivian, Felix lashed it down fiercely!

"Snap!"

A red mark swiftly appeared across the succubus's ample chest, spreading from her breast down to her waist. Vivian's body shook more violently, yet she dared not move or utter a sound of pain.

"I hope there's no next time." Without looking back, Felix draped on his gray cloak and walked away toward the magic tower. His contract with Vivian was not a strict soul contract. The enigmatic Gamma Master had passed his enslavement contract to Felix, a contract with many flaws since it wasn't formed by his own power.

The mysterious Gamma Master wouldn't prepare everything for him. If Felix couldn't fully inherit his rich legacy, even in death, he wouldn't be worthy of sympathy in the eyes of the Gamma Master.

Clearly, this succubus was not content with her enslavement.

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As he left Felendia, Felix rubbed his forehead, a bitter smile involuntarily appearing on his pale, delicate face. He shook his head and sighed, "Truly, besieged on all sides."

He didn't ask why the succubus had cast a dream spell on him, because it was simply unnecessary.

In the power dynamic between the enslaver and the enslaved, Felix was, for the moment, the weaker party.

After Felix left the magic tower, Vivian rose from her kneeling position, gently touching the crimson whip mark on her ample chest. There was not a hint of anger or hatred on her seductive face. With the regenerative powers of her high-ranking demon bloodline, the red mark soon faded away. Vivian, caressing herself, showed a content and relieved expression, laughing in a way that was both eerie and alluring...

Succubi excel in tormenting others with desire, while also being tormented by it themselves.

They are naturally licentious, but sadly, they spend most of their lives enslaved. They are prey, enticing any strong male beings...

...

Under a cloudy sky, lightning streaked across.

It was a quarter past nine in the morning by magical time, marking the third storm of the week. Felix pushed open the tavern door, his entrance accompanied by the fierce wind and rain, drawing a few curses that quickly subsided.

No one wanted to offend a spellcaster, especially an alchemist!

"What can I get for you, sir?"

A pretty waitress dressed in a maid's outfit eagerly approached Felix. She leaned forward, trying to emphasize her modest chest to Felix's view.

Any magician was a wealthy individual; a simple tip from them could equal her month's salary. If she could spend a night with a noble magician, perhaps she could lift her poor family to the life of the aristocracy.

"A malt beer," Felix said, pulling out a gold coin and placing it into the waitress's cleavage.

In the imperial city, nobles and magicians often sought entertainment in the common folk's taverns, preferring them to the theatrical aristocratic banquets. These underground bars, where one could crack lewd jokes and bluntly retort with 'screw you,' were their favorites.

"Just a moment, please." The weighty gold coin slid down her cleavage, and her smile grew more enticing. She brushed her modest chest against Felix's arm with a girlish giggle before leaving.

Felix chose a spot near the stairs, in a corner. There were two prime spots in a tavern: one right under the stage, visible to everyone, where dancers flaunted their moves; the other, in the shadowy corners, preferred by adventurers who liked quiet. The former was for those who traded information for gold, while the latter was for gathering more information.

Felix visited the tavern every three days. It was a minor hub of information flow in the imperial city. Though lacking in secrets, one could still catch wind of the simple situation on the continent and local developments. In an era where information was not widely available, the importance of taverns was unquestionable.

Useful information was rare, mostly unrealistic boasting. Felix was interested in little, but one piece of valuable news was the week-long torrential rain causing rivers to swell, submerging some villages.

Floods from the high Maya Mountains had caused numerous landslides near the mountains. Official reports stated that at least twelve villages had been buried. Several relief teams had been sent from towns around the imperial city, with people continuously pleading at the palace for magicians to help manage the floods.

Recently, some wandering magicians had helped the flood victims, but combating such a natural disaster was beyond the capability of a few magicians. Controlling such floods required over three hundred water magicians and more than a hundred earth magicians, and the assistance of a skilled alchemist was essential.

To redirect the flood's path, clear the riverbed, and raise the levees...

Few noble spellcasters were willing to undertake such tasks. Magicians, inherently a bit cold-blooded and accustomed to long lives, often disregarded life.

If it were a drought, Felix believed many would be eager to help, as summoning small-scale rainfall was easy for water magicians. But in the case of floods, many would be reluctant to take the risk, as it also posed danger to the magicians themselves.

Magicians were always considered nobler than warriors.

Because warriors could only destroy, while magicians could create.

"The existence of magic is not for the destruction and annihilation of life."