Chapter 37: Succubus
A new body had been created from scratch. Every detail matched the description Ethan had given—no, it was even better.
Anita stared at the body before her, her golden eyes trembling. "Mister… is this really me?"
How could she not be overwhelmed? She had never said it out loud, afraid of being a burden to Ethan, but deep down, she had desperately wanted a body again. To feel. To move. To play. To be herself again.
And now, right in front of her, was a perfected version of herself. Her golden hair and eyes gleamed, her new form radiating an almost divine pressure. This wasn't just a body—this was a second chance.
"Yes," Ethan said warmly. "This is for you. I hope you like it. Go on, Anita. Take back your life. Take back what was unjustly stolen from you, my dear angel."
Anita's throat tightened. She wanted to cry. But instead, she clenched her small fists, steeling herself, and stepped forward.
The moment she entered the body, everything clicked into place. There was no struggle, no resistance—this body had been made for her. Her soul settled into it effortlessly, the connection forming as if it had never been broken.
Ethan watched, a deep sense of pride welling inside him.
Esmeray, on the other hand, was still in shock. "How… how did you do this?" she muttered. "This isn't normal creation. Creating something from nothing is unheard of. Even gods can't do this."
Ethan met her gaze, unfazed. He might not understand the full extent of what he had just done, but even he knew that bringing something into existence from nothing was beyond ordinary means.
"It's just an ability of mine," he said simply, waving it off. "Don't think too much about it."
He smoothly changed the subject. "Anyway, what about you? Do you want your body restored as it was, at your peak? Or do you want to start over—from zero?"
Esmeray's eyes lit up with genuine excitement.
"As a mortal, of course," she said without hesitation. "I… made mistakes. Some of them damaged me permanently. And I took a path I shouldn't have. I want to start fresh."
Ethan raised a brow. "You sure? I mean, I don't mind, but if you start from zero, you'll have to climb the Tower from floor one again."
He paused, folding his arms. "And let's not forget—you must've surely made plenty of enemies over the years. If they realize you're back and at your weakest, they'll do everything they can to wipe you out before you regain your strength."
Esmeray's lips curled into a wide, almost mischievous smile. "But I have you, don't I?" She took a step closer, her gaze intent. "I have my master to protect me. Am I not yours now?"
Her voice softened, yet held a dangerous certainty. "And from what I saw in your memories, Ethan, you don't let anyone touch what belongs to you."
She was right.
Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. Damn right, you have me.
"Indeed. No one touches what's mine," he said, his voice laced with quiet authority.
Esmeray's smile grew. "Then I can restart with peace of mind."
She suddenly stretched, as if shaking off the weight of her past. "Besides, I wanted to change my appearance anyway. I don't want to look like my parents anymore."
Ethan nodded. "Alright. And just to confirm—you were human, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to stay human?"
Esmeray's eyes sparkled. "Wait… I can choose?"
Ethan shrugged. "Yeah, technically. But something too high-level might take more time to create."
Esmeray's excitement exploded. She practically bounced toward Ethan, stopping just an inch from his face.
Her lips curled into a wide, thrilled grin. "Then I want to be a demon."
Ethan blinked. "A demon?"
She nodded, beaming. "My necromancer talent will shine way more with a demonic body. And, more specifically…" She leaned in even closer, her lips just a breath away from his ear.
"I want to be a succubus."
Ethan froze.
Esmeray smirked, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "I want to please my dear master."
His brain short-circuited.
A succubus? Did this woman not hear a single word he just said about high-level races?
Ethan gulped. Just imagining a succubus kneeling before him, worshiping him in the way their kind was designed to…
His pants suddenly felt very tight.
"…Damn." He swallowed hard. "You're definitely getting that succubus bloodline, believe me."
Esmeray's smirk deepened. She wasn't just teasing—she was feeling it, too.
After millions of years of pent-up desire, she couldn't wait to have a body again.
She would show Ethan exactly what that meant.
As they spoke, Anita was still in the process of fully merging with her new body. It would take time for her soul to adjust to its newfound power and potential.
So In the meantime Ethan decided to start the construct of the new body.
'System, how much for a demon body with a succubus bloodline?'
[Same as an angel's—5 billion karmic points. If you want the best version, 110 billion. But you don't have that much anyway.]
'Can you just answer my damn question without the extra bullshit?'
Ethan exhaled, turning back to Esmeray. "What was your talent before?"
"Necromancer," she said. "SSS-grade."
Ethan nodded.
'System, give me a 5-billion-point demon body. I'll have 2.5 billion points left. How much can I upgrade her necromancer talent with that?'
[With 2.5 billion points, it can be evolved to Supreme grade.]
Ethan frowned. Only that?
Okay I agree that SSS-grade was already insanely rare, and Supreme-grade? That was close legendary. One in millions would have this talent. So If you had a Supreme talent, as long as you didn't die early, you were guaranteed godhood.
And beyond Supreme, there was also one more rank.
A mythical rank, whispered in ancient stories.
Paragon.
No one knew what it truly meant. It was a rank so rare that its very existence had become legend.
But he didn't expect that even 2.5 billion he can only evolve to supreme rank.
'How much to go from Supreme to Paragon?'
[Thousands upon thousands of trillions.]
'…I knew you were gonna say some ridiculous shit.'
Ethan sighed. 'Fine. Just make the body and upgrade her talent to Supreme.'
[Understood. How should the body look?]
Ethan paused. Esmeray had said she wanted to change her appearance.
He turned to her. "You're getting a new body. So, tell me—how do you want it to look?"
Esmeray, who had been watching Anita's transformation with great interest, grinned.
Her answer was instant.
"Of course, you'll choose for me."
She took a step closer, her gaze turning sultry, yet devoted.
"Create me to match your absolute dream woman, Master." Her voice dripped with playful seduction. "I want to satisfy all your needs and desires. Even the most… questionable ones."
At that moment, the System's voice echoed.
[Host, Esmeray's feelings for you have reached 70% with your recent display of power beyond her dreams.]
Ethan didn't even hear it.
His mind was already spinning—not about the system, not about the karmic points, but about one simple thing.
What is the perfect body of his dreams?
"…Damn," he muttered, rubbing his chin. "I'm getting excited again."
—End of Chapter 37—