Chapter 69: 69
Draco took off the Virtua Helmet slowly.
Had anyone been around when he woke up, their hearts would palpitate with fear and worry. Normally, when Draco came out of Boundless, he looked unconcerned and slightly rushed.
He would take a shower, eat, do some exercises and drink some NuSmoothie before sleeping. Over the past week, this allowed him to build some flesh over his scrawny form.
Now though, when his eyes opened, there was a heaviness in them. His upper body rose slowly into a sitting position and he cricked his neck. He climbed from the bed and went into the shower, allowing the cold water to run through his hair and down his body.
For that matter, Draco's diligent efforts at exercising and taking the NuSmoothies had seen him fill out nicely. Of course, he wasn't in top form, but his body was less malnourished and more well-developed.
Since he wore only underwear, one could see the contours of his body and all the developing muscles. His arms had the outline of tight biceps and his stomach had the barest shadow of an eight pack. His thighs were taut and his hamstring was developed.
All-in-all, Draco wasn't a buff fellow, but he wasn't thin. He was just that perfect ratio of well-built and compact.
Draco washed his hair carefully and moved to the sink when he had showered properly. He brushed up and washed his face one last time before looking at himself in the mirror.
There he saw one of the most devilishly handsome faces a man could have, a mixture of angelic beauty and demonic charm. His face was angular and sharp, tapering to a point. His skin was an extremely light tan and his hair was a messy black mass that formed bangs on his forehead.
His eyes were a bright and vibrant green color, unlike the crimson pulsating eyes he had within Boundless.
His lips were thin and his nose was extremely median, neither long nor short, wide nor thin, pointy nor blunt. It fit his face perfectly.
The key aspect of Draco's handsomeness was that his features were symmetrical and perfect, everything looking as if it was sculpted by the finest female hands to represent the visage they all wanted deep down.
After bathing, Draco wore only a tight black T-shirt that displayed his nice upper body as well as tight fitting burberry shorts that were red in color. On his feet were long white socks that reached the mid-point of his calf and black slides.
(Author's note: The shorts look like this https://i.imgur.com/1OTEJqD.jpg and the slippers look like this https://i.imgur.com/XL47Yuh.jpg)
Draco packed everything up in his apartment, looking around with an inscrutable expression. One would expect him to be feeling melancholy, but…no!
He only felt a bit of ruefulness. This place simultaneously represented where he stayed for majority of his youth, as well as the worst period of his life. He had gone through intense bullying, mistreatment and ostracization.
Honestly, he didn't even understand why. Sure, he was struggling financially, but his brain and his face were pretty good. If it weren't for his malnourished look, he'd be the enemy of married women, nuns and heavenly angels everywhere!
Just like now.
It was as if the very sight of him enraged certain people around him, provoking them into pressuring him in different ways.
Draco only had a bag with some minor belongings strapped to his back. Anything that wasn't in there was either useless or meaningless. He walked down his 100-room apartment block to the bottom floor.
Instead of leaving the compound, he turned and went behind it. There was a small cottage house that looked like it was from a medieval fantasy movie, sitting right there. Beside it was a clothesline and a well.
It was surrounded by a well-kept lawn and a patch of flowers.
It was pretty great to look at.
But when contrasted with the ramshackle and lackluster apartment block in front of it, something seemed wrong. From where Draco was walking, he could hear various noises from the apartment block.
He had enough strength to maintain a passive Control activation in an area of 30 meters around him. This was only 10% of his normal 300 meter range, but it was better than only being able to use the active Control for less than 10 seconds like before.
He could use Control actively for a maximum of 3 hours before being burnt out, so he had nothing to fear anymore. It was why he decided that it was time to move out and get certain things done.
With his Control, he could hear the mixture of radio and television sets that were active, the amount of men beating their wives, the amount of women beating their children and some of each gender doing both.
This apartment block was certainly not a healthy place to live. There were some ugly cougars who were raping young boys and ugly fat old men raping young girls in there too.
It sounded a bit far fetched, but one who had lived in a safe area in a city would never understand what it was like to live in the poor and unsafe district. There was a reason one's parents always stressed to stay out of certain areas.
The authorities also largely stayed out of these areas because it was the home of dangerous individuals and groups. It was an unspoken agreement between them, the dangerous groups would handle the poor and useless while the authorities would take care of the middle class and above, preventing them from being soiled by the former category.
(Author's Note: Think of Gotham City, but worse. Way worse.)
Draco reached the cottage and kicked the door down, entering with his bag slung on his back. His steps were heavy and profound, making one feel that this fellow was not simple at all.
Inside the cottage was a middle aged woman who looked gentle. Her hair was tied into a white bun and she had earring hoops that were silver in color. Her eyes were a light gray and her skin was only lightly wrinkled.
She wasn't a beauty by any means, but she wasn't ugly. She was average looking, but her huge but slightly sagging chest showed that she must've once been a powerful lure to most men.
She wore light blue dress and drank green tea slowly, while smiling wistfully.
Even when Draco kicked down her door, she only looked at him with surprise and a bit of gentle reprimand.
"Ah, It's you. Gentle and kind Draco. How is everything? Did someone bully you again?"
The way she spoke, one would think that she was Draco's own mother who was silently sighing about her son's temper tantrum after going through something rough.
Any onlooker would look at Draco with dissatisfaction. This fellow better apologize to this kind lady or else…
Draco ignored her and walked up to the Old Lady. Without any warning, he suddenly kicked out at her! He directly used his Body of Godliness' optimal force distribution to attack as well, meaning that this blow could kill her!
However, his legs passed through the body of the Old Woman, which faded away like a thin mist that was disturbed. With his legs still outstretched, Draco sent it curving in an arc that would normally have a person scream in agony as their hips dislocated.
But he was a Control master! Simple muscle adjustments were far too easy for him!
His kick was once again met with air. Whatever he was attacking was clearly moving so fat that it left afterimages in its wake.
Draco stopped here and lowered his leg, folding his arms across his chest with a frown.
"Hmph, Old Thing. Come out and face your death!"
His words were met with a burst of silence before the Old Lady's gentle voice sounded out. "Young Hero seems to be a Control master, and such a young one! Good! Good!"
Draco ignored her excited response and seated himself in one of the seats opposite to where she formerly sat, taking some of the green tea into a cup and sipping it slowly.
"Old Thing, who sent you? Why is an undead like you watching over me? Are you part of the lineages?" Draco asked blandly.
The Old Lady emerged from the shadows and this time, her face was completely different. Her expression was ruddy with excitement and glee. She also resembled Draco's by about 30%, which startled him.
This naturally meant she was much more attractive than before, enough to be described as beautiful but not a heaven and earth shaking beauty.
"Tee hee, this Old Lady is breaking no rules since Nephew Draco is already aware!"
Her aura shifted from incomparable gentleness to a naughty and devilish demeanor, similar to a troublesome young mistress who loved to play with others till they cried in frustration. She was just like Sublime Notion in this regard.
She stared at Draco with a 'hehe' expression, as if she wanted to drag the fellow into diabolical matters while making a gallant escape afterward.
Draco began to sweat when he saw this. Eva had mentioned in passing that Lucifer Lineage members were absolute devils who loved to cause chaos and wreak havoc wherever they went.
A Lucifer Lineage member feared only one thing: A peaceful world!
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