Chapter Eight: The Power to Command
[Level Up!]
[Level 2 Reached!]
[Congratulations! Due to Divine Evolution, you have gained a new Class Skill: Divine Controller (SSS Rank)]
Crow stood silently as the system notifications flickered in front of him.
Power surged through his veins — a different kind of power than before.
Control.
Absolute, irresistible control over anything weaker than him.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
In his past life, he had seen legends of this kind of authority — players who bent monsters, even some humans, to their will.
But they had needed artifacts, armies, rituals.
He needed none of that now.
Crow walked back toward the surface, undead and Seraphina following silently behind.
The ruined streets were quieter now, the strong monsters cleared out by his earlier battles.
But ahead, near a collapsed fountain, he spotted something strange.
A girl.
She couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen — delicate, with silver hair tied into two loose braids, her clothing torn and dust-stained.
In her hands, she clutched a battered wooden staff.
[ Player: Elia (Level 1) ]
[ Talent: SSS-Rank Support Specialist (Blessed Spirit Healer) ]
Crow's steps slowed.
SSS-Rank.
Support Specialist.
An ultra-rare talent. One in a billion.
In the old world, players like her were worth entire armies — guilds would kill for someone like her.
Without protection, she'd be dead within days.
Either killed or enslaved.
Her violet eyes flickered up, wide with fear and exhaustion, as he approached.
Crow lifted his hand casually — and activated Divine Controller.
A faint golden ripple spread through the air.
Elia blinked.
Something deep inside her, something primal, cracked and surrendered without resistance.
She dropped her staff with a soft clatter —
then ran to him, her hands grabbing his sleeve desperately.
Her head pressed against his arm, trembling, like a lost child finding shelter.
"Master..." she whispered, voice small, hopeful. "Please... don't leave me..."
Crow looked down at her, expression unreadable.
Seraphina watched from the side, tilting her head slightly — not with jealousy, but faint curiosity.
Even Nine-Tails flicked an ear in lazy amusement.
Crow placed a hand lightly on Elia's head.
She stiffened — then melted immediately under the touch, clinging to him even tighter.
"I won't," Crow said simply. "You're mine now."
Her face flushed with quiet joy.
Crow turned back toward the city ruins, his forces now larger:
one ghostly assassin, one divine beast, one spirit queen, an army of the dead...
and now an SSS-rank support prodigy, hopelessly devoted.
The world was tilting.
And Crow would be the one to tip it over completely.
Chapter Eight End