THE WITCH HUNTER SYSTEM
Chapter 1:
Servant Vaan.
Splash!
A bucket of dirty water splashed against a young man's sleeping face, awakening him to his fellow peers' jeering taunts and laughter.
The young man had chosen to take a short nap within the servant's changing room, but alas, he was still disturbed.
"Oops, my hand slipped. Sorry, Vaan. You won't blame me for this, right?" the bulky male servant sniggered with a disdainful gaze while the other four jealous male servants laughed coldly.
After giving the five male servants surrounding him a glance, Vaan picked himself up from the wooden bench with a calm and collected look.
"Not at all, Duvall," Vaan said indifferently, wiping the dirty water off his face. Then, his lips curled into a cold smile before he said, "It must be part of the genes—just like how your mother's hand slipped and dropped you on the head as a baby."
"Bastard, you're asking for a beating!"
The bulky Duvall immediately threw a swing at Vaan's face in anger, "Do you think you still have the same status as you did a month ago?!"
At the same time, Vaan saw the incoming fist but chose not to dodge. Instead, he gazed at Duvall with a sly smile.
"Stop it, Duvall! It's not worth it! Lady Eniwse will not be pleased. She will harshly punish us if we ruin his pretty face!" The other four men immediately pulled Duvall back before his fist could connect.
Duvall's fist swung at the empty air in front of Vaan's gaze, but he remained firm and unflinching, simply gazing back with a mocking smile.
"Dammit! This brat is looking down on us! His face is off-limits, but what about the rest of his body?!" Duvall snarled at the other servants before he spat, "He's practically asking to be beaten! Don't you all think so?!"
The other four men glanced at each other before they loosened their grips.
Duvall immediately took the chance to rush up and punch Vaan in the gut, followed by a few knees in the stomach after grabbing his shoulders.
Bone crunching sounds were heard before the four servants quickly separated Duvall from Vaan again.
"Duvall, you're insane! Vaan may have lost his backing after Lady Lifar was demonized from mana deviation, but Lady Eniwse favors him now! Are you holding a grudge because you lost her favor?!" One of the men barked with abject horror in his eyes.
In Blackmoon Academy, they were only attending servants for the witches-in-training at the academy.
But even then, being called a servant was just putting it nicely.
In this world governed by demons and witches, men without ability were simply slaves for the witches.
They are forced to attend to the witches' every need—from menial tasks like cleaning and washing clothes to even sexual activities, pleasuring their assigned witch-in-training at the academy, if and when required.
Vaan's body was weak and frail at birth, but it could put even the sturdiest-built men to shame when it comes to endurance and tenacity. Coupled with his pretty face, tender look, and rare talent in the bed, he was naturally more favored by the young witches-to-be.
In this female-dominant society, delicate and pretty men were preferred over big and muscular men. Only a few with special preferences were an exception.
Nevertheless, Vaan had not always been favored.
Ever since he transmigrated from Earth two years ago, he was forced to experience the world's brutal reality.
In order to survive, he had no choice but to observe, learn, and adapt before he got to where he was today—being employed as a labor servant at Blackmoon Academy of Witchcraft through his wits and connections.
But how did he die in the first place exactly? Trucks.
It was always the damn trucks.
Where did he even find the courage to jump in front of a truck to save a kid? The truck absolutely demolished him.
Ptui!
Vaan spat out some blood before wiping his mouth with a cold sneer, "Those large muscles are wasted on you. You hit like a little b*tch."
"Bastard! You're truly asking to die!"
Duvall broke free from his hold with brute strength before raining additional punches and kicks on Vaan's body, enraged, breaking several more bones before slamming Vaan against the opposite side's wooden locker.
"Kek, still a weak b*tch," Vaan smirked coldly.
It was not the first time he was bullied and beaten by other servants, whether due to jealousy or under the command of rival witches-in-training.
Nevertheless, he did not care about this little bit of suffering.
More importantly, the witches' favor comes with certain privileges that ordinary servants do not receive.
After Vaan spat a mouthful of blood onto Duvall's face, the person's eyes glowed dangerously with killing intent.
"What's going on here?!" a woman's powerful voice rang throughout the locker room.
Duvall's killing intent instantly dispersed before he dropped to knees with the other servants and greeted nervously, "Lady Eniwse!"
Lady Eniwse's gaze fell on Vaan's conditions before glaring at Duvall with a towering pressure, "You dare to harm my attendant?"
Duvall immediately felt a stab in his heart from Lady Eniwse's words. He was her former attendant before she threw him away for another.
"There's a good reason for this, Lady Eniwse! I am beating him on behalf of all noble witches because he used the derogatory term 'b*tch' on me!" Duvall explained half-truthfully.
Lady Eniwse fell silent for a moment before she turned to Vaan, "Is that true?"
"Yes, my Lady. His punches and kicks were feeble like a little b*tch." Vaan shrugged openly before adding with a solemn look, "On another note, I think it's a blasphemy that Duvall would compare female dogs to witches."
Duvall immediately broke into sweats from Vaan's silvery tongue before feeling a chill from Lady Eniwse's sharp gaze.
"My Lady, he is just twisting my words—Ahhh!" Duvall suddenly cried in pain.
His legs were broken by Lady Eniwse's basic spell, Mana Bullets before she shot the other four servants a glance.
"Lady Eniwse… We tried to stop—Ahhh!"
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense," Lady Eniwse stated indifferently after breaking all their legs with Mana Bullet.
Shortly after, she returned her attention to Vaan and spoke, "Follow me back to my office, Vaan. I will heal your wounds there."
"Yes, my Lady." Vaan bowed slightly.
He followed a few paces behind Lady Eniwse out of the servant's locker room while throwing a glance back at the other four servants calmly without a word.
This was the difference between the favored and the not.
Nevertheless, Lady Eniwse's action was too heavy-handed against the other four servants, which would bring him future troubles.
However, it was not his place to speak.
They passed through several corridors and arrived at the academy's main library within moments.
Lady Eniwse was a full-fledged Senior Witch and the Blackmoon Academy's librarian, Librarian Eniwse. She was also called Wise Scholar Eniwse.
Vaan was shortly pulled into the back office before Lady Eniwse locked the doors and pushed him onto the side bed. He grunted slightly with a frown due to pain from his broken ribs.
Lady Eniwse mounted on top of Vaan and removed his ragged top shortly after.
After that action, Lady Eniwse sealed Vaan's lips with hers before a soothing sensation of mana flowed down Vaan's throat to repair his damaged body.
Of course, this was not the standard way of using healing magic.
Vaan's hands subconsciously reached for Lady Eniwse's hips before being slapped away. Afterward, their lips shortly separated.
"Save it for the night," Lady Eniwse giggled softly with one finger pressed against Vaan's lips—a clear contrast in demeanor to what she portrayed previously.
Chapter 2
It Was Not Enough
Shortly after, her gaze fell on the pendant worn about his neck before her brows knitted slightly.
"You're still keeping this useless Etherstone? The mana has already completely dried up. If you want, I can just gift you a new Etherstone. Money is not an issue," Lady Eniwse spoke casually while returning to her desk.
Vaan glanced at the big blue stone with a drop of redness embedded on the pendant before shaking his head.
"This is all I have left to remember my parents after they lost their lives in the Gehenna Realm exploration."
He had always thought that just maybe, the Etherstone contained a cheat-ability or something to help him survive in the world like all transmigrators in stories do.
Alas, he had come up with nothing but disappointment in the past two years.
"Sorry…" Lady Eniwse apologized.
"Don't mind it, Lady Eniwse. You're a noble witch, and I am just a useless servant who cannot awaken his Life Aura like any other 2nd generation offspring of witches. There's no need to apologize to me." Vaan shook his head casually.
As the recovery spell continued to heal his body and remove his bruises, Vaan took a seat by the reading table and picked up a half-read book on magic crystal reactions.
"When we are alone, there is no differentiation between a witch and her servant. Only a man and a woman. If you were truly useless as you claimed to be, you would not be allowed in this private office, reading precious books of knowledge only witches-in-training are permitted to read."
Lady Eniwse's lips curled into a smile before ruefully adding, "What I value is that intelligence and unique thinking process of yours. And truthfully speaking, if you had been born a witch, the Wise Scholar title would have belonged to you."
"If, but I don't really care about such things as fame. I am proud to be born a man, regardless of the situations I find myself in," Vaan responded calmly while pulling out a drawer containing his written notes.
Listening to Vaan's words, Lady Eniwse shook her head with a slight smile. What was good about being a man? They can only live under the shadows of witches.
But then again, if Vaan were a witch, she would not get to experience his—Ahem, never mind. She felt conflicted.
Shortly after, Lady Eniwse suddenly recalled something before casually inquiring, "How is that weapon project of yours going, Vaan?"
Vaan paused for a moment before he replied honestly, "It's in its final phase, Lady Eniwse. Once I—"
Boom!
Suddenly, the wooden doors were kicked open before a young witch stormed into the back office with one servant following behind.
"Eniwse! How dare you touch my servants!" the young witch-in-training barked.
Lady Eniwse glanced at one of the four previous servants, whose legs had initially been broken with Mana Bullet, standing behind the young witch.
"It's Lady Eniwse to you, young lady. They deserved it for bullying my servant first." Lady Eniwse nonchalantly responded.
"Hmph!" the young witch-in-training snorted before stating, "It's just a useless servant anyway. So what if they bullied him?! Useless things should just die!"
The young witch-in-training immediately glared at the indifferent Vaan before conjuring an elemental spell, Fireball, with the intent to kill.
However, the Fireball dispersed instantly. A Mana Bullet had shot through it with a quick flick of Lady Eniwse's fingers while she was still seated behind her desk.
"Dare to attack my servant in my presence? It seems you have forgotten your place, Isabelle. Should I file an official challenge to teach you where you stand in this academy?" Lady Eniwse spoke coldly.
Shortly after, she added with a cold smile, "I am sure that many thirsty servants would like to have a look at your bare body on stage after I am done humiliating you in front of everyone."
Isabelle faltered with a slight change in expression after hearing Lady Eniwse's threat before spat stubbornly, "I admit that I am currently no match for you. But even if I can't punish him myself in front of you, I can still get my servant to do it for me!"
"Violence between witches is prohibited outside of official challenges, but even you are not allowed to interfere in a dispute between servants when another witch is also present! You can only blame your servant's incapability!"
"Luwg, beat that useless servant up for me!" Isabelle ordered.
"Yes, my Lady!"
Very shortly, Vaan was picked up from his seat with his book in hand by the servant Luwg before his face was clobbered without retaliating.
Lady Eniwse's face frosted at the sight before she spoke coldly, "Vaan, I grant you permission to fight back!"
"Yes, my Lady." Vaan's lips curled into a smile before skillfully breaking away from Luwg's hold.
He was just waiting for those words.
Ptui!
Some blood dripping down from his bleeding nose was spat out from his mouth before Vaan wiped his mouth with scorn, "Your punches are even weaker than Duvall's punches."
"Courting death!"
Lwug's expression darkened before lunging forward with his fists. However, his punches were gracefully evaded as Vaan closed the magic crystal reaction book in his hand.
"Slippery little bastard! Stop dodging and fight me!" Luwg roared.
"Brute force solves nothing." Vaan shook his head slightly before lecturing with a stern look, "Knowledge is power. Experience it!"
Bang!
Luwg's head was quickly smacked by the thick book in Vaan's hand before he could even react, causing him to be dizzy.
However, all he could think of was, 'this was what he meant by knowledge is power?' as he nearly coughed up blood from anger.
Before Luwg could recover his bearing, Vaan continued using the thick book to strike Luwg's head, stunning the person with consecutive concussions.
Seeing that her servant was losing, Isabelle's expression turned ugly before she sneakily exerted pressure on Vaan and made his body freeze momentarily.
Nevertheless, it was just enough time for Luwg to recover.
Vaan was suddenly struck with an Aura-enhanced punch in the chest, which immediately shattered his bones and catapulted him back as he sprayed blood sprayed from his mouth in the next instance.
His blood slammed against the cracking concrete wall before his broken body fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from a punctured hole in his body.
'So this is what it feels like to be struck by something enhanced with Aura?' Vaan thought as he laid motionlessly, soaking in his blood while barely holding onto his consciousness.
No one noticed that the Etherstone quickly absorbed large amounts of the blood due to Vaan laying on his stomach.
Ding!
<Sufficient blood tribute has been made>
<System synchronization has been commenced>
The bloodsoaked-Etherstone pendant disappeared as a sudden notification entered Vaan's head, causing him to nearly puke out another mouthful of blood from excessive indignance.
'Sufficient blood tribute…? Son of a…'
He had tried dripping his blood on the Etherstone before—in fact, it was the first thing he tried, and on multiple occasions at that.
Who knew that the problem was not a matter of dripping blood like in the cultivation stories but a matter of not dripping ENOUGH blood.
'Those two years of suffering…'
"Vaan!"
Lady Eniwse's enraged cry was heard, and the intense rumbles in the office were the last thing Vaan remembered before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
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