Master of Lust-Chapter 178: What is Megan upto? [1]

Chapter - 178

[Shadow Skill Card]

[The Shadow Skill card as its name suggests, embodies the essence of stealth and cunning, allowing the bearer to move undetected through shadows and darkness. The card once used intertwines shadows, with a dark hue that seems to absorb light, hiding the user.]

[The primary ability of the Shadow Skill card is to grant the bearer temporary invisibility, rendering them unseen by both human and non-human entities. When activated, the card envelops the user in a cloak of shadows, effectively camouflaging them within their surroundings. This allows the user to bypass obstacles, evade enemies, and gather valuable information without raising suspicion.]

[In addition to invisibility, the Shadow Skill card enhances the User's agility and stealth, enabling them to move silently and swiftly through any environment. Whether traversing crowded streets or sneaking through enemy territory, the bearer can glide effortlessly, leaving no trace of their presence behind.]

[While the Shadow Skill card primarily focuses on stealth and evasion, it also heightens the User's senses, particularly their perception of light and darkness. This heightened awareness enables the bearer to anticipate potential threats, detect hidden dangers, and navigate through dimly lit areas with ease.]

[The invisibility granted by the Shadow Skill card is a nifty little trick up your sleeve in the world of gaming. It's like slipping on Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, but with a timer ticking away your precious minutes of stealth. Once you activate it, you're like a ghost, slipping through the cracks, unseen by all. But here's the catch: that invisibility ain't gonna last forever.

Nope, it's got an expiration date of fifteen minutes, and after that, poof! You're back to being as visible as a neon sign in Times Square.]

[If you wish to pause the shadow skill, you only need to tell us. And when you wish to become visible again, the system is at your disposal let the system know.]

[Before fifteen minutes, make every second count, you can use it to it's full limitation, because once that fifteen-minute mark hits, it's like the clock striking midnight at Cinderella's ball, you need to run to save yourself.]

Rick's heart raced with excitement as he laid eyes on the information about the Shadow Skill card. It was like hitting the jackpot after a long streak of bad luck. Finally, something in his inventory that wasn't just collecting dust. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Without a moment's hesitation, he crushed the card in his hand, unleashing a swirling black mist that danced around him like a dark serpent. It was both exhilarating and unnerving to watch as the mist enveloped him, melding with his form until he was one with its shadowy embrace.

With a newfound sense of confidence, Rick decided to put his newfound power to the test. With each step, the mist swirled and shifted beneath his feet, cloaking him in an otherworldly shroud of invisibility.

As he approached the classroom door, Rick felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The anticipation was palpable as he silently turned the handle and slipped into the room, the mist swirling around him like a protective barrier against the unknown.

With each cautious step, Rick navigated through the dimly lit room, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat.

As Rick stepped further into the room, his senses were assaulted by a whirlwind of sights and sounds, like stumbling into an alternate reality. What he expected to be a clandestine meeting or some covert operation turned out to be something entirely unexpected.

The room stretched out before him, vast and cavernous, filled to the brim with an eclectic array of objects and activity. It was like stepping into a fever dream, where the rules of reality seemed to bend and twist at every turn.

Rows upon rows of desks lined the space, facing a raised platform where a lectern stood proudly, overshadowed by a massive projection screen. The air buzzed with the low hum of conversation, a cacophony of voices blending together in a strange symphony.

As Rick's eyes scanned the room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation wash over him. This wasn't just any lecture theatre; it was a veritable hive of activity, alive with the energy of a thousand secrets waiting to be unraveled.

"What in the world is going on here?" Rick muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the din. His mind raced with questions, each more baffling than the last. Why was the room so crowded? What were all these people doing here?

As he took in the scene before him, Rick noticed something peculiar. The walls that once divided the space into separate classrooms had been torn down, creating an expansive canvas for whatever madness was unfolding within. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched to its limits, revealing a world beyond imagination.

Rick's senses prickled with unease as he sensed an eerie atmosphere settling over the room. Something was definitely off, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was stumbling into the middle of something he shouldn't be.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the unexpected sight before him. Female lecturers, faces he recognized from his time at the university, huddled together in secretive conversation, their laughter tinged with mischief. Girls bustled about with trays in hand, their movements purposeful yet elusive.

But it was Megan who drew Rick's attention like a magnet. There she was, amidst the whirlwind of activity, her presence commanding and enigmatic. Rick couldn't help but wonder, "What is she doing?"

His mind buzzed with questions, each one vying for attention as he tried to piece together the puzzle before him. What could possibly be going on in this dimly lit room? And why was Megan at the center of it all?

As Rick's gaze fell upon Megan seated at her desk, a sense of foreboding washed over him. She was surrounded by a small entourage of girls, their heads bent in concentration as they scribbled furiously under Megan's watchful gaze. The desk itself was a cluttered tableau of mysterious objects, their significance lost in the shadows.

Rick's curiosity burned like a flame in the darkness, urging him to step closer, to unravel the secrets hidden within this clandestine gathering. But something held him back, a primal instinct warning him of the dangers that lurked beneath the surface.

In contrast, Megan's posse of girls shot smirks at the boys like they were nothing but fodder for the slaughter. They ruled this room, their eyes gleaming with a predatory gleam as if they were queens and the guys mere slaves awaiting their fate. It was enough to send shivers down the spines of even the toughest dudes.

Amidst this power play, Megan herself sat with an unreadable expression, her thoughts a mystery to everyone else. Whatever schemes were brewing behind those cool eyes, one thing was crystal clear: it spelled trouble for the nerdy boys in the room.

On her orders and directions, the girls were prepared fully, they headed towards the boys one by one and stuck those labelled papers on their shirts front pocket.

Rick's brow furrowed in confusion, a whirlwind of concern and curiosity swirling within him. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that these kids were up to no good, far beyond the realm of ordinary mischief.

"This doesn't sit right with me," Rick muttered to himself, his thoughts a jumble as the cloak shimmered with a faint red glow, hinting at the cloak's hidden power.

"What's taking these clowns so long? I don't have all day," Rick grumbled impatiently, a hint of amusement coloring his frustration. Waiting was never his strong suit, especially when time was ticking away like sand in an hourglass.

Rick's curiosity piqued as he watched Megan orchestrating what seemed like a peculiar selection process. With a keen eye, she arranged the boys in a row, each positioned according to their looks and demeanor. It was like she was handpicking a team of heartthrobs, guys who were already campus legends with their charisma and swagger.

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The chosen ones, a motley crew of tall, skinny nerds from the college, stood awkwardly in line, their discomfort palpable. They were the cream of the crop, the top pedigree of the college, yet here they were, looking like deer caught in headlights.

Rick couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he surveyed the scene. "Is Megan seriously picking one of these guys to tie the knot with? And what's with all the nerdy Casanovas in the lineup?" he mused, amused by the sight of the usually smooth operators looking like lost puppies.

But his amusement quickly turned to concern as he noticed another row forming beside the boys'. Girls. Standing there with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, they mirrored the boys' unease, adding an unexpected twist to the whole affair.

"Is Megan playing matchmaker now?" he mused, scanning the lineup with amusement, "Or is it some sort of sex racket?"

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[A/N: 300,000 words milestone crossed]