The bed that I'm currently sleeping in is so comfortable. This fluffiness is out of this world. I wonder how did they achieve this. Does this world have the technology necessary for this, or they could use magic? Wait a second. Of course, they did! This is another world; we are talking about carpenters, and whatever job made this bed. They could level up by doing this and also get money for it. Ahh, I wish I had taken the carpenter job or an artistic job. I could make soo much money for just a painting. I didn't think of that when I choose the jobs. Eh, no point in crying over spoiled milk. I have an eternity for getting more jobs besides the two I have. What job should I choose next?

A certain succubus opens the bedroom door before slowly saying: "Good morning Ellesha. It's time to wake up."

Hmm, I could make money with my primary job, the alchemist. I need ingredients, and for that, I need money. Hah, what a headache. I should have taken my time with the jobs or should have added more.

"Ellesha, you need to wake up." Says the obvious succubus after she walks beside the bed, getting comfortable beside Ellesha.

Okay, I need money. The first thing that I will do in the morning is to get a job. What kind of job? It's not like I could barge in and say Give me a job. Who in the right mind would give a job to a little girl?

"Ellesha, I will do something to you if you don't wake up."

I could use my second form, but that would attract attention. Should I start killing ruffians for money? I have the necessary skills for that. Maybe I could- What am I felling? Who is touching me? I slowly open my eyes just to see Mary touching my chest. You goddam piece of shit. I could feel my anger fueling my skills. As fast as I can, I get up from the bed with my hand on her neck, and just as I was about to strangle her, some skill or item activated and teleported her outside of the room. I glare at her for a few seconds before I make my way to her slowly. Just like the first time we met, she crashes on the ground and begins to beg for her life.

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry, but you didn't wake up the first time I called you. Please don't kill me."

"And I thought could trust a succubus. Sigh. What a headache. Give me one reason why you should live."

"I could help you get a job or a house."

Why is this succubus not terrified of me? Is she a masochist? Or she knows her offer would save her life?

"I'm truly sorry for what I did to you. I couldn't control myself. You emanate so much life force that I kind of can't control myself around you."

Embarrassment is showing on her face by the color red. Sigh.

"Fine, I won't kill you, but next time this happens, I will torture you. I will start by breaking your bones piece by piece slowly. By the time I'm finished with you, you will wish to die. Are we clear?"

The embarrassment is erased from her face as quickly as it comes ending up only with a white, pale color nodding as fast as she could move her head. Ahh. That's the look that I wanted. What? Since when I enjoy scaring people? Later I should take a closer look at my status board. Something is wrong with me. A shudder passed through me only to notice that I'm still naked. What clothes should I choose? A gothic white dress with some heels decorated with white flowers. Perfect If I say. I select the items, and they embrace me in record time. Man, what a nice item the ring is. I wish it were that easy in my last life to change clothes this fast.

"So what kind of job can you help me find and what did you mean by life force?"

She is brought back from what thoughts she has right now—whipping the saliva with one hand from her mouth, what I would give to live as far away from her.

"You don't know even that? Did you grow up sheltered?"

Geh. I guess I should tell her that I'm royal, as Ali's party misunderstood. I would make my situation better, and she would think twice before she touches me. Maybe I could get a position like a lord or something.

"I didn't grow up sheltered. I'm an adviser. In my race, that is considered the highest position comparable to a king. I advise other vampire clans and their problems. I did say that I had a court, did I not?"

Her face fells to the same color as before. Getting up, she bows to me and starts rambling apologies to no end.

"Enough! I said, I forgive you."

"But-"

"No, buts."

How can I make her stop this? This is the first time I met a succubus, so I have no idea what's life force. Is it perhaps what she feeds on? But I'm dead. I did specify that the vampire race is a living dead. So there shouldn't be any life force. Wait, maybe I could use this in my advance. I could say that she is the first succubus I met. But where did I live before this? I can't tell her that I came from another world. That would be stupid. I never understood why someone would say that they are from another world. I wanted to live in a mountain as a dungeon, so maybe underground? Yeah, that could work.

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"I don't think you realize this, but you are the first succubus I ever met. I lived underground all my life."

"Underground? How is that possible? There are subterranean acid rivers that would make your life there a living hell."

Another thing I didn't consider. What lie could I possibly make next?

"Vampires are resistant to these. We aren't alive."

"What!? But the life force you emanate can't be anything else but that! The only life force comparable to yours would be dragons."

"I don't know. Maybe it is from the blood that I consume. Maybe it is from something else. I don't care."

"Alright. Would you like to see if you could get a job first?"

"If you would be kind. I don't know what I am supposed to do."

"Can I take your hand? I don't want to lose you."

"Sure. Here."

And just like the first time we met, she now pulls me around like a ragdoll on a window. The sun is about to rise. We cross the academy grounds and walk for like half an hour passing buildings after buildings, and I notice that there are a lot of different races glued together. I even saw a half-dragon person like. AND catgirls, I wonder how their blood smells. Hopefully, it smells good. We arrive shortly at a building with some inscriptions in front of it. Why can't I read them? If I don't talk the normal language in this world, then how do I speak with them? Is it normal to talk but not to read? Mary stops at the front door, looking strange at me. Why do you look at me?

"Can you pass through this door, or do I have to bring the owner?"

"Is this building a public place? Like does a lot of people go in and out of it like an inn?"

"Yes, this is a public place. This building is for registering any race that wishes to have a normal life in this kingdom. You need a license to be able to work."

"Then, I can pass."

"Okey. But you have to promise me that you won't kill anyone here. Could you please?"

What is this? Does she have the puppy eyes? Ugh. Fine.

"I promise that I will try not to kill anyone. Emphasis on trying."

"Good enough, I suppose."

Unsurprisingly there are guards here in the room. Four of them and one of them is a CATGIRL. She looks soo cute in that guard armor, AND her blood smells like choco on a fresh slice of bread. Goddam, I want to bite her so bad. Unfortunately, she is not the one that talks to us. Another guard dressed in the same armor is moving in front of us. An elf who carryed a sword, not a bow. How original.

"State your business."

"I'm here to register her in the Restauration program for working. She is part of a race that lived underground for a long time."

"Do you speak for her?"

"Yes, why?"

"Her eyes changed color the moment she entered the building. I'm also feeling pressure on me. If she doesn't control herself, I will have to remove both of you from this place."

"Why do I have to say this again? I can control myself just fine; also the pressure you feel can't be controlled when you have your hand on your sword. It only appears when you have malice against me when I'm around."

The elf looks at his left hand and removes it from the hilt of the sword. He realizes his mistake and bows to me. This is the second person who does that.

"Apologies. When you participate in the war, you tend to be on edge. When I met your red eyes, I touched my sword by instinct."

"Apologies accepted. I did not do that because I wanted to. Some instincts of mine can't be controlled as well."

"I see. Well, I could show you to your room if you want. There is no queue right now."

"Yes, that would be perfect."

"Follow me."

So the elf participated in a war. Even in this world, there are wars. I wonder what their history is like. Oh, right, I have to deactivate my eyes. Desire, anger, or emotions, in general, activate my skills. I have to control my emotions better. We follow the elf through a corridor and into a room. Like an office room on earth, there are a coffee table, two chairs, and a couch. No desk is present.

"There will be someone with you shortly."

Mary glances at me after the elf closes the door, she comes closer and begins to whisper to my ear.

"Thank you for not causing a scene. You actually are some kind of royal."

"You doubted me?"

"No, I just didn't believe that you could solve a tense situation like that. Most of the persons I bring here are more, let's say, reactive."

"I see."

We didn't wait long for the door to open and to see a short Catman walk in.

"I'm Chris. I will help you through your registration."

"I'm Mary and this here is Ellesha. She lived underground all her life so I'm here speaking for her."

"I understand. Many do come here from solitude looking for work and among other things."

He takes a seat in the chair while I and Mary stayed on the couch. He wasn't bothered by us not getting up so I guess he doesn't like formalities too much.

"Okay, let's begin. First, I would like yo know your age and what type of race are you."

I glance at Mary to answer for me because I am sure as hell not repeating myself three times. Ah, paperwork, my oldest enemy. I did not escape you even here. But how is he going to write this stuff down? He doesn't have anything to write.

"Mary, answer it for me. I will not repeat myself three times."

"Ah, uh, sure. She is 900 years old and her race is, uh, complicated. What is the normal procedure for new races in the program?"

"We will have to contact the head manager of the files and request a meeting. Are you perhaps lying about her real age? She is just a little girl."

"I'm not-"

"This is a waste of my time. The next thing I know, you will ask if I'm a girl at all. Why do I need to talk to this mortal, Mary? I could just kill some bandits and steal their gold."

If scared was a word that could describe her face, I would need it to be written on her. Why is she scared? Is it for me or this guy?

"What did you say, young lady? That's no way to talk to adults!"

Okay, I'm leaving. So I get up from the couch, and I was about to make my way to the doors handle when Mary hugged me from behind.