Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 66 - I’m a Crook, Not a Saint

Lucas leaned against the car, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the roof as he broke the silence. "Diana, take me to the hospital."

Diana raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. "The hospital? Why? Did something happen?"

Lucas’s expression remained cold, but his tone softened just slightly. "My father’s there. I need to check on him."

Diana chuckled dryly, shaking her head. "And here I thought you didn’t care about him. What’s this? A sudden change of heart?"

Lucas’s gaze turned sharp. "This isn’t about him. It’s about me. Just drive."

Diana studied his face for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine. But don’t expect me to play chauffeur all day.I have plans after this."

Maya, sitting in the backseat, perked up. "Plans? What plans?"

"None of your business," Diana replied with a smirk before turning to Lucas. "What about her? She’s not exactly hospital material."

Lucas turned to Maya, his voice firm but calm. "Maya, you and Diana can head back home after dropping me off. I’ll handle this alone."

Maya’s pout was immediate. "But Lucas! I thought we’d have some fun together later!"

"You’ll have your fun," Lucas replied, his tone leaving no room for argument. "After I’m done."

Maya crossed her arms but eventually relented, leaning back in her seat with a dramatic sigh. "Fine, but it better be worth the wait."

Diana smirked, starting the car. "Let’s get this over with. I have my own performance to prepare for." She glanced at Lucas from the corner of her eye. "I need to practice my grieving widow act, after all. Convincing the world I’m devastated by Victor’s... departure should be a fun challenge."

Lucas didn’t respond, his mind already elsewhere. As the car moved through the city streets, his thoughts wandered to the hospital and the man waiting there—his father.

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the hospital. The atmosphere outside was subdued, filled with the faint murmur of footsteps and hushed conversations among patients and visitors. Lucas stepped out of the car, his expression cold and unreadable. Diana and Maya remained seated inside, as instructed.

"We’ll see you later," Diana said, leaning back casually in her seat.

Lucas didn’t respond. He simply adjusted his coat and strode toward the hospital entrance. The automatic doors slid open, and the sterile smell of antiseptics and faint traces of despair hit him instantly. Ignoring the receptionist’s questioning glance, Lucas made his way to the elevator, pressing the button to the third floor.

As the elevator doors closed, the familiar chime of the system rang out in his mind. The screen materialized before his eyes, vibrant and mocking.

[Look at you, the devoted crook playing the good son! Visiting your father while his condition is so... pitiful. Truly heartwarming. Or perhaps nauseating?]

Lucas exhaled sharply, his lips curling into a smirk. "Shut up. I’m not doing this out of devotion."

The system’s text flickered, almost as if it were laughing.

[Oh? Then what is it? Guilt, perhaps? Regret for stealing your stepmother right under your father’s nose? Or is it just another selfish ploy?]

Lucas’s smirk faded, replaced by a steely glare. "Say what you want, but no matter what kind of man I am—no matter what I’ve done—he’s still my father. He’s the only family I have left."

The system paused for a moment before responding, the mocking tone slightly subdued.

[Touching. Truly, I’m moved. Let me grab a tissue for these non-existent tears. Carry on, ’devoted son.’]

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and Lucas stepped into the quiet hallway. Nurses and doctors moved efficiently through the space, their footsteps muffled against the polished floors. Lucas walked with purpose, his expression unreadable once more, until he reached the room number etched into his mind.

Room 307.

He hesitated for the briefest moment before pushing the door open. Inside, the steady beep of a heart monitor filled the air. His father lay motionless on the hospital bed, tubes and wires connecting him to the machines that kept him alive. His face, once stern and commanding, now appeared fragile and pale.

Lucas stepped closer, his footsteps slow and deliberate.

The system chimed again.

[What’s the plan, Host? Shed a tear? Hold his hand? Or are you just here to remind yourself you’re the better man now?]

Lucas ignored it, his gaze never leaving his father’s face. "I’m here because I owe him," he said quietly, more to himself than to the system. "He’s my father. And that means something, even if everything else doesn’t."

The system fell silent, its presence lingering but offering no further commentary. For once, it seemed content to let Lucas have his moment.

Lucas pulled a chair to the side of the bed and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He stayed that way for a long time, the steady rhythm of the heart monitor the only sound in the room.

Lucas leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning his father’s fragile figure on the hospital bed. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor filled the room, blending with the sterile quiet of the hospital. After a moment of silence, he straightened up and spoke firmly.

"System," he said, his voice low but commanding. "How do I use Absolute Cure?"

The system’s familiar chime echoed in his mind, followed by the interface materializing before him. The text appeared with its usual mocking tone.

[Ah, finally curious about your miraculous little toy? Absolute Cure is simple: just touch your target. The effect will begin, and they’ll recover fully within seven days. Of course, the cooldown is one month, so use it wisely.]

Lucas smirked faintly. "Straightforward enough."

He rose from his seat, stepping closer to the bed. His father’s face, pale and sunken, looked nothing like the man Lucas had once admired—and resented. Without hesitation, Lucas reached out and placed his hand on his father’s arm. A soft, golden glow enveloped his palm, spreading across his father’s body like warm sunlight.

The hospital machines reacted immediately, emitting subtle beeps and hums as his father’s vitals stabilized. His breathing deepened, his complexion gained a healthier hue, and a faint sense of life returned to his otherwise still body.

[Notification: Absolute Cure activated. Target will fully recover in seven days. Cooldown: 30 days.]

Lucas stepped back, his gaze fixed on his father. A flicker of relief crossed his face, but it was fleeting, replaced by his usual composed demeanor.

The system’s voice chimed again, breaking the moment with its signature mockery.

[Impressive, Host. Truly selfless. But let’s not forget the real show. His body may heal in a week, but his mind? That’s another story. When he learns what you’ve done with his wife—your stepmother—how do you think he’ll cope with that?]

Lucas chuckled, the sound low and dry. He turned his gaze toward the system’s interface, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well," he said, his tone tinged with amusement, "I’m a crook, not a saint. But I didn’t steal his reality—just his wife. He’ll never know about the dirt."

The system flickered as though taken aback. [You’re shameless.]

Lucas shrugged, his smirk widening. "I never claimed otherwise."