The Eternal Family



Verma Lust Vincias, with her black long hair cascading down her back, possessed an air of mystique and allure. The obsidian strands, as dark as a moonless night, contrasted beautifully against her porcelain skin, lending an exotic quality to her features. Her captivating black gauzy eyes held a depth that seemed to hint at hidden secrets and untamed desires.

As she rested on Harry's chest, her dark locks fanned out like a silken curtain on the water, framing her delicate face with an enigmatic charm. Wisps of steam from the bath rose around them, adding an ethereal quality to her presence. Her eyes, like pools of muddied darkness, reflected both a mischievous glimmer and a depth of wisdom acquired from a life filled with adventures.

Verma's gaze, as captivating as a moonlit forest, held a magnetic allure that drew Harry in, revealing a glimpse of the complexities that lay within her. The candlelight, flickering in the dimly lit room, cast shadows on her features, accentuating the contours of her face and adding an air of intrigue to her mysterious persona.

Her eyes, in particular, were captivating. Behind their gauzy darkness, one could sense a hint of untamed wildness, a spirit yearning for freedom. It was as if the depths of her gaze held a multitude of stories, whispered by ancient forests and hidden realms.

As Verma's fingers gently traced invisible patterns on Harry's skin, her touch carried a hypnotic warmth, creating an intimate connection between them. The contrast of her ebony tresses against her alabaster skin and the soft candlelight cast a mesmerizing spell, weaving a tapestry of passion and enigma.

In the midst of their shared bath, Verma's presence was a captivating blend of sensuality and mystery. The steam swirled around them, intertwining with the fragrance of exotic woods and a lingering scent of debauchery,

Harry exhaled as he looked at Verma's stat window, his hands held strongly around her waist;

[Verma Lust Vincias]

Strength: 6.9

Defense: 9.0

Agility: 7.1

Stamina: 7.6

Soul Limit: 3 (Impossible to increase)

Ability: Wood Manipulation (Stage 5)

Manipulate all elements that come in sync with wood.

Base stage: Can control wood to float and seeds to sprout at maximum.

Stage 5: The maximum control span is 10 kilometers.

Basic abilities [can be used in various unmentioned ways if the gifted is creative enough.]:

Verma possesses the ability to sense all wooden objects, including furniture and living trees within a 10-kilometer radius. She can feel their surroundings through the sense of touch since trees lack other senses.

She can also tap into the unique senses of plants like the insect eater and perceive the environment through their perspective.

She has the power to reshape wood using her mind. She can transform it into spikes as hard as metal or manipulate its form in numerous ways.

She can control trees to create golems, which can reach a size of up to 10 kilometers wide. The number of golems she can control depends on her stamina. Currently, she can control up to seven maximum strength golems and one half-strength golem.

She possesses the ability to control the vitality of non-gifted creatures and turn them into her obedient parasite slaves, as long as they are Rank 0. She can bring them under her complete control.

Harry, while enjoying his bath in the bathtub with Verma, glanced at the system and commented, "Your Gift is quite the deal.... It's like something designed for mad scientists. Are you one?"

Verma, resting on his chest and feeling serene, replied with a hint of mischief, "Sure, want me to add a mouse head on you?"

Amused, Harry ignored her and continued reading and finally came across Verma's Born-Dragon abilities:

The Monster Tamer: All unintelligent beasts will love Verma like their mother. The Hybrid races will also feel a slight aversion to acting against her.

The Beasteater: Verma can consume beasts to gain their qualities, such as the acute hearing of a cat or the fiery breath of a dragon.

Pausing, Harry's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Hey, Verma, isn't your Born Dragon ability too... overpowered?"

Verma lazily rested and replied, "No, that ability might seem great, but its just a bunch of bullshit, it has a lot of limitations. For one, it genetically changes you, allowing non-human body parts to be added in to allow for the animalistic ability to be added. For instance, I grew an extremely beautiful nine fox tails."

Chuckling, she continued, "But when you used my ability for the first time, you grew a monkey tail, and the second time, a goat horn. With both combined, you looked like a Monkey man..."

Suddenly feeling sour, Harry asked, "What is a Monkey man?"

Grinning mischievously, Verma replied, "Ah, I knew you would ask! It's a popular cartoon among commoner kids, featuring a Monkey man with a gift to help children in need. He looks hilarious!" Seeing Harry pout with a dark look, her vigor only grew, and she asked, "Do you want to try using my ability?"

"Is it completely random?"

"Yes."

"Hmm...But there seems to be a lot of potential here, if it was something I could choose, I would have went for it, But Random?"

"Then no, I don't want to use it," he said as he turned to the last part of her stats, That ability had to be looked into, since he felt there was some really huge potential there, but that was not for now...

[Draconic transformation: Change your body size to your liking. Maximum size - 10 meters. Minimum size - 1 cm.]

"Do people also steal this ability alongside the Born Dragon abilities? No, what is the process of stealing or giving a Born Dragon ability in the first place?"

Verma nodded. She had to be serious when it comes to stuff like this. "I really want to tell you the whole process now, but there is a problem... We have been talking for hours already, and it's about time your mom woke up. I can sense her heartbeat slowly returning from her sleep. She will wake up in about... half an hour. And what do you think will happen if she doesn't find one of her babies after waking up?"

Gulping, Harry asked, "You can sense heartbeats from here?" He was a bit curious if he could do that too.

"It's one of my parasites. I put an ant in your room. It's a unique Heart Eater ant, so I can sense heartbeats..."

"Hmm, I see... Then let's go," said Harry as he stood up from the bathtub, and the water scattered away from his body, leaving him completely dry.

"Where are we going?"

"To see your Mother-in-Law and bring back her memories," asked Harry in an eagerly questioning tone.

But Verma just shook her head and said, "What are you even thinking? Do you think taking back memories from the river of time is that easy?"

"Can we do it today?" Harry asked eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation.

Verma hesitated for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "No," she replied gently, "But we can start the process!"

A determined smile played on Harry's lips as he reached out his hand, extending it towards Verma. "Yeah, then let's go," he said, his voice brimming with determination.

With a radiant smile of her own, Verma reached out and firmly grasped Harry's outstretched hand. In one fluid motion, she rose from her seat, her movements exuding strength and grace. As their hands intertwined, a powerful connection sparked between them, like electricity in the air.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze as Verma stepped into Harry's embrace. The world around them blurred, fading into insignificance. They stood together, locked in an embrace that symbolized their unwavering unity and shared determination.

Their union transcended mere physical contact, conveying a profound sense of purpose and mutual support. In that simple act, they embraced not only each other but also the challenges that lay ahead, ready to face them head-on.

The sight of their joined hands and their unwavering gazes painted a picture of unwavering resolve.

It was a visual testament to their commitment, a visual declaration that together, they were an unstoppable force, ready to conquer any obstacle that dared to stand in their way.

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