Omega Ascension System[BL]

’How many Ascension points do I have currently?’ he asked the system curiously, withdrawing his hand from the necklace. The system paused for a couple of seconds before projecting a single invisible holographic screen in front of his face. [Total Ascension points: 550] Goddess, have mercy. He still needed over 500 more Ascension points to be able to afford a mana core. [Don’t forget said mana core would be at the lowest level a witch could get. A beginner core. You’d need to find ways to empower your mana core if you ever want to break through.] [But hey, don’t feel down. Even though all your stats are one point away from being an average werewolf, you’re far beyond the power of an Omega.] [Heck, if you add in your Bond resonance skill and the strength Ascension pill still in your possession, you’d easily surpass an average werewolf and stand against a soldier-class wolf.] Yada, yada, yada... All this was boring. [To be fair, your life is basically boring outside of all the drama happening in it. Plus the presence of your mates.] Elian rolled his eyes at the system’s last jab, brushing past the archway that marked the garden’s exit. That was when he froze. A ripple stirred in the shadows beyond the garden hall—something dark, cloaked and humanoid. The figure lingered only for a second, then shifted as if aware it had been spotted. Elian’s heart basically somersaulted in his chest. ’...You saw that, right?’ he whispered internally. [Oh, I definitely saw the creepy black cloaked silhouette watching you from ten feet away. And I definitely recommend: ignore it, turn around, and pretend you never did.] Elian narrowed his eyes. ’Not a chance.’ [Of course. Because why listen to the highly advanced system designed to keep you alive when you could listen to the little voice in your head that says: "chase the shadowy stranger like it’s a horror movie."] The figure slipped deeper into the darkness, brushing past a column and heading toward the servants’ passageway. Elian quickened his pace, his boots light on the marble.

’They’re not supposed to be here. If they’re from Arcadia, or worse... the Dark Hand—’ [Plot twist: it’s just a palace maid out for an afternoon smoke. You’re about to traumatise some poor woman with your detective cosplay.] Still, his instincts prickled. Every nerve screamed that this wasn’t harmless. The stranger moved with way too much purpose. Elian ducked into the passage, the crystal lights flickering across the stone walls. He caught a flutter of the cloak as it disappeared around a bend. He sped up. [Fine, hero mode activated. But if this turns into a "spy leaves you unconscious in a ditch" moment, don’t say I didn’t warn you.] He reached the corner and rounded it, readying himself for the worst... ...only to be met with nothing. The hallway stretched into shadows, cold and empty, like the figure had been swallowed whole. Elian’s breath hitched. He scanned the ground, desperate for any sign. There—just at the base of the wall—a faint scuff, as if boots had pushed off it to climb. He tilted his head back. The spy was gone. No trace. No sound. Nothing. [Well, that was anticlimactic. Congratulations, you just chased a shadow, lost said shadow, and now you’re standing here alone like a protagonist begging for a jump scare.] Elian cursed under his breath, pressing his palm against the cold wall. Whoever it was, they’d been skilled—skilled enough to vanish in plain sight. And that cloak. The darkness surrounding them. It reminded him uncomfortably of all they’d discovered so far about the Dark Hand. His stomach sank. ’Why do I feel like this is just the beginning?’

[Because it is, genius. And if I were you, I’d keep that necklace close. Something tells me it’s going to do a lot more than turn you into a butterfly.] Elian exhaled shakily, adjusting the chain at his throat before heading back toward the main halls, every step heavier with suspicion. The serenity of the garden he left behind felt like a lifetime ago now. He made his way through the hallways before finally getting to his room door. Finally. [You could rest on the soft bed and leave your door slightly open. You know... In case any of your mates decide to give you—] ’Does your lewdity know no end?’ He placed his hand on the doorknob, just about to open it. But then— [Alert... Mate number #2 incoming.] He frowned, swerving his head toward the other end of the corridor where he spotted Axel, walking toward him with a warm smile. [The plot never ends...]