2025-12-29 08:11:23Jaxen’s "marital suite" was a windowless stone cell in the sub-basement of the Valerius Spire. It smelled of ozone and ancient dust. To the Valerius family, he wasn't a son-in-law; he was a piece of equipment, stored near the plumbing where he wouldn't offend the guests.
[System Notification: Environment Scanned.] [Mana Density: 400% higher than the Rust-Sinks. Passive absorption active.]
Jaxen sat on the thin cot, watching the violet veins of the Void Heart pulse beneath his skin. Most people would die from the "Mana Fever" in this room. To him, it felt like breathing pure oxygen after a lifetime underwater.
A sharp kick echoed against his iron door.
"Get up, trash. The family wants to see their new pet," a voice sneered.
The door swung open to reveal Caspian Valerius, Seraphina’s brother. He was dressed in high-collared silk, his fingers adorned with rings that glowed with offensive magic. Beside him stood two guards, laughing.
"Do I get a suit for the wedding dinner, or is the 'trash-can' look permanent?" Jaxen asked, standing slowly.
Caspian’s smile vanished. He stepped forward, his palm erupting with a localized gravity spell. The air around Jaxen grew heavy, designed to force him to his knees. "Watch your tongue, Null. You’re only here because my sister has a strange obsession with 'taming' you. To me, you’re just a parasite."
Jaxen didn't kneel. He stood perfectly upright, the Void Heart effortlessly swallowing the gravitational pressure. To Caspian, it looked like Jaxen was just stubborn. In reality, Jaxen was literally eating the spell.
[Siphoning Gravity Well... +2% Void Energy.]
"Is that all?" Jaxen asked.
Caspian’s eyes widened. He increased the output, his face flushing red, but Jaxen didn't even blink.
"Enough, Caspian," a cold voice rang out.
Seraphina stood in the doorway. She looked at Jaxen, her Golden Eye flickering. She was confused. By all logic, Jaxen should be gasping for air under Caspian’s spell. Instead, he looked bored.
"The dinner is starting," she said. "Move."
The Valerius dining hall was an arena of arrogance. Twenty high-ranking family members sat around a table made of solid mana-crystal. Jaxen was seated at the very end, his plate empty while the others feasted on rare, mana-infused delicacies.
"A toast!" Lord Valerius shouted, raising a golden chalice. "To the most expensive trash-can in the city! May he last at least a month before he bursts!"
The table erupted in cruel laughter.
"I heard he was the top of his class in theory," an aunt remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps he can explain the theory of how it feels to have no soul?"
Jaxen ignored the insults, his eyes fixed on the walls. He wasn't listening to them; he was reading the runic security arrays etched into the architecture. He was looking for the weak points in the Spire's "Heart."
"Jaxen," Seraphina said, leaning toward him. Her voice was low. "You haven't touched your water. Are you afraid we poisoned it?"
"Poison would be a mercy compared to this conversation," Jaxen replied.
The table went silent. Lord Valerius’s grip tightened on his chalice until the gold groaned. "You have a lot of spirit for a man whose father is currently working the midnight shift in the toxic vents. One word from me, and he doesn't come home."
Jaxen’s eyes turned pitch black for a split second. The temperature in the room seemed to drop by ten degrees.
"Dinner is over," Seraphina interrupted, sensing the shifting tension. "It’s time for the first session. Jaxen, with me."
They entered the Purification Chamber, a room lined with lead and obsidian. In the center was a single stone pillar with silver shackles.
"Strip to the waist and bind yourself," Seraphina commanded.
Jaxen obeyed, his lean, scarred physique exposed. Seraphina sat cross-legged on a raised dais opposite him.
"My magic is 'Solar-Grade,'" she explained, her voice losing its edge and becoming clinical. "It’s powerful, but it produces 'Scorched Residue' in my veins. If I don't purge it, I’ll burn from the inside out. Usually, we use expensive crystals to absorb the waste. But you... you’re a Void. You will take it all."
She closed her eyes. A blinding, golden aura erupted from her body. The heat was instantaneous, turning the room into a furnace.
"Prepare yourself," she warned. "This will feel like liquid fire."
She slammed her palms onto the floor. Two arcs of jagged, black-gold lightning shot across the room, slamming into Jaxen’s chest.
Jaxen’s head snapped back. His muscles spasmed.
To Seraphina, it looked like he was in agony. She felt the massive discharge of toxic energy leaving her body and pouring into his "empty" vessel. She expected him to scream, to beg her to stop.
But Jaxen was smiling.
Internally, the System was screaming with notifications.
[Warning: Toxic Solar Mana Detected!] [Void Heart filtering... 10%... 40%... 100%.] [Conversion Complete: High-Grade Void Essence Refined.] [Level Up! Level 23... 25... 28!]
The "waste" they despised was the purest form of energy he had ever tasted. It was like pouring jet fuel into a race car.
After an hour, the light faded. Seraphina slumped, sweating and exhausted, but her mana-veins were clear. She looked up, expecting to see a charred corpse or a dying man.
Jaxen stood there, unbinding his wrists. His skin wasn't burned. In fact, he looked healthier, his eyes brighter, his posture more dominant.
"Is that it?" Jaxen asked, his voice steady. "I was expecting more from a Valerius."
Seraphina stared at him, her Golden Eye spinning frantically. "Impossible. That was enough waste-energy to blow up a building. How are you still standing?"
"Maybe I'm just a very big trash-can," Jaxen said, walking toward the door.
He stopped at the threshold, looking back at her. "By the way, you should tell your father to check the Spire's Southern Stabilizers. I noticed a hairline fracture in the mana-flow while we were eating. If it blows, this whole Spire drops into the Sinks."
He walked out before she could respond.
Back in his cell, Jaxen closed his eyes.
[Current Void Storage: 15%.] [New Skill Unlocked: Void Vision (Phase 1).]
He activated the skill. The stone walls of his cell became transparent, revealing the glowing "nervous system" of the building. He tracked the golden veins of mana as they pumped through the floors, all leading down... deeper than the sub-basement.
He followed the lines with his eyes until they converged on a massive, pulsating red light deep in the bedrock.
The Blood-Core.
Jaxen’s heart raced. The Valerius family wasn't just using mana; they were siphoning the life-force of the city’s ancestors.
Suddenly, a notification flashed red in his vision.
[Warning: Unauthorized Soul-Trace Detected. You are being watched.]
Jaxen looked at the corner of his ceiling. A tiny, invisible magical eye was hovering there.
Someone knew he wasn't just a battery.
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