The Magician’s Legacy

I pass over the doracakes and the locket. Trivial things. My focus shifts to the second character card.

The rabbit of MHA.

How amusing.

I do not know which timeline she comes from. An alternate reality? A divergent thread in the grand weave of fate? No matter. The details are insignificant.

Hmmm… assimilation is inefficient. Strength without complexity, raw force without the nuance I prefer. Breaking her down, absorbing her what would I gain? More muscle? More instinct? Hardly worth the trouble.

But she is… a rabbit.

Tanned skin, powerful legs, an indomitable will forged in the fires of conflict. A creature of speed and strength. Prey that refuses to bow.

How fascinating.

Prey must be hunted.

My tongue flicks across my lips. The thought lingers, coiling around my mind like a serpent around its meal. Yes… she will go into the summoning list.

Let's see how long the rabbit can run before the hunter catches up.

Will of the Bound

The last card. A peculiar one.

A dead man's inheritance. A magician who had spent his life devoted to contracts, crests, artifacts a scholar, a craftsman, an innovator.

And, of course, a man who developed… certain appetites along the way.

Slavery.

Predictable.

A lifetime spent mastering the intricacies of control could it have ended any other way? Power begets obsession. Mastery breeds fixation.

I exhale, rolling the card between my fingers.

What an amusing legacy.

But dismissing it outright would be foolish. There are countless applications contracts that bind the soul, crests that enhance the body, tattoos that turn pain to pleasure, scripts that etch obedience into the mind. Restraint. Control. Submission. Power.

Brainwashing and soul-binding.

The carving touch, crafting addiction with the stroke of a fingertip.

A crest that rewrites agony as ecstasy.

Tattoos that stir the body into perpetual hunger.

Restrictions on pleasure, leashes woven from magic itself.

Creativity is a curious thing. And the magician… oh, he was very creative indeed.

But on a more serious note this solves a problem.

Loyalty. Trust. The ever-present risk of betrayal.

Gacha brings people to me, but they are not bound to me. They arrive with their own wills, their own allegiances, their own ambitions. A risk. A flaw in an otherwise perfect system.

But now? Now, I do not have to worry.

Contracts. Tattoos. Crests. Leashes.

Whether they are from this world or another, whether they are my summons or the ones I take for myself it no longer matters.

They will obey.

And with that security in place, I can begin my real work.

An organisation. A network. Spies in every major country. Watching. Waiting. Unseen hands, pulling unseen strings.

Enemies will become tools. Obstacles will become assets.

Fufufu… this is the best.

Without hesitation, I used the card.

An inheritance. A legacy woven into magic, bound by knowledge and obsession. Unlike a simple skill or power, I wouldn't receive everything at once. No instant mastery. No sudden enlightenment.

Like the protagonists of Donghua, I would unlock it gradually.

Step by step. Piece by piece.

A slow descent into power.

A slow ascent to control.

Jacob's Assimilation progresses, piece by piece. Genus still lingers, his mind dissected, devoured, integrated. A month, and only 70% absorbed. Slow. But oh, so rewarding.

Ideas take shape. Concepts unfold.

And with the magician's inheritance dripping into my thoughts, my creativity twists into something... more.

Flesh-bound contracts. Spells carved into bare skin. Magic woven into the curve of a throat, the arch of a spine, the breathless shudder of someone who no longer belongs to themselves.

Oh, the art of it.

Ink traced by my own hand, seeping into willing or unwilling flesh. A single stroke, a single rune, and bodies would tremble with newfound sensitivity, heat surging through veins like liquid fire.

A whisper, and the bindings would tighten, ownership written in something far deeper than words.

Tentacles. Slimes. Constructs bound by will and crest.

Restraints woven into flesh.

Loyalty etched into the soul.

Yes… this will be fun.

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Give some ideas on womb tattoo, lewd crest, slave contract, alternate of tentacles and slimes.

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