I am the God of Technology

Chapter 158 Young Master Jameson

Chapter 158 Young Master Jameson

About 3 hours ago...

"Young master Jameson, your product has been delivered to your chambers. Do you require anything else?" A middle-aged butler in a black and blue suit greeted a young man before him with a subservient bow.

The young man, seated before a desk where he was pouring over some documents, raised his head and smiled slightly. "Finally, I needed a reason to ditch these shitty ass documents and have some fun!"

He stretched his body, which was not very tall at 5'9 and was quite effeminate with jade white skin, slanted eyes, a small nose, and thin, pink lips. In a way, he could be described as handsome, but his reputation was completely black, unable to give anyone a good impression of him!

He stood up from the table and flourished his black robes, which were meant for wizard apprentices, and strode out of the room without even acknowledging the butler, leaving him there in a bowing position until he came back.

The butler seemed to have expected this and maintained a subservient expression, but a hint of hatred flashed in his eyes as the fellow passed by. The young man either did not notice this or did not care as he hummed all the way back to his chambers.

Two servants were posted outside, two young females with bleak eyes and slight bruises on their faces and exposed parts under their maid uniforms. When they saw Jameson appeared, deep fear flashed in their eyes and their bodies trembled, but they respectfully bowed and called out to him.

Jameson did acknowledge these ones, if not for anything but for the fact that he needed to verify something. "Haha, my beloved pets. Have my goods arrived?"

"Y-Yes, young master Jameson. It is inside and waiting for you." One of the maids responded in a shaky voice.

"Good! You guys can go and take a break and do whatever it is that lesser beings do to pass the time. Come back in about an hour or two." Jameson commanded with impatience as he pushed the door open and walked in.

The two young girls shared a look and a deep look of hatred showed on their normally sweet faces, but they lowered their heads and left the area, knowing what was going to happen next but not wanting to acknowledge it.

When Jameson pushed open the door, despite living here almost all his life, his eyes were once again dragged onto the lavish walls of his bedroom, adorned with rich tapestries depicting scenes of ancient magical battles, creating an aura of arcane grandeur.

A grand four-poster bed dominated the room, its dark mahogany frame draped in regal crimson and gold silks that cascaded to the marble floor. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and enchanting glow across the chamber.

A mahogany desk sat by the window, piled high with grimoires, scrolls, and alchemical instruments, a testament to the young master's false dedication to his magical studies. Nearby, a lavish sitting area boasted plush velvet chairs and a low table adorned with mystical artifacts and a crystal ball.

The room was perfumed with the delicate scent of exotic incense, and the large windows framed by heavy silk curtains offered a breathtaking view of Arcanum Haven's enchanted forests and crystalline lakes.

In this chamber of luxury and refinement, young master Jameson of the Arthur clan found respite and inspiration for his personal pursuits.

Lying on his bed was one of them. It was a humanoid female with blue skin and gills around her neck, as well as fins on her elbow, behind her ears, and on the back of her calves.

She was breathtakingly beautiful and was filled with allure given her skimpy form of attire. In terms of body proportion, she could even give the likes of Aisha a run for her money.

The moment Jameson saw her, his breathing hitched, and his entire body became warm. He felt like he was about to explode and could not help but walk over quickly, intent on taking his prize.

At this time, the young lady on the bed was long awake, her eyes dazed as she was still coming to terms with the events of the last 24 hours. She was happily coaxing her father to buy her a new set of jewelry by acting cute, and she was about to succeed as her father's indulgent expression appeared.

Then suddenly, a bunch of mages at the 3rd Rank and above descended upon their clan and began slaughtering everyone. This shocked both her and her father, the clan leader, because they had a cooperative and friendly relationship with humans.

Why would they do this? Unfortunately, the attackers gave no answer and killed the older generation right away while capturing all the young ones, from infants to those freely pubescent like herself.

Above that age, they were not spared, even though they could have use as captives. It was as if the humans absolutely did not want any evidence of their actions to leak out, and mature people of her clans were harder to control.

Her father tried to fight, but he was besieged by more than ten of them and slaughtered. Her mother cried, which caused the humans to all rush over with greed and collect the drops, shouting about the value of mermaid queen tears.

Then they captured her mother, the only one of the older generation to be sealed, along with herself. Since then, she had been restricted and carted over to this place secretly before she was tossed onto this bed.

The moment she saw the pale and effeminate young man who was staring at her with undisguised lust and desire, with a tent in his pants, she understood her fate. Immediately, extreme hatred burned through her body as she understood why this happened.

Why?! Just because of some human's list, her entire clan had to be slaughtered? If that was the case, he could have made the request to her in private, and she would have gladly acceded if it meant sparing her people!

Seeing the hatred in the mermaid princess's eyes, Jameson moaned slightly. "Yes! That's it, that's exactly what I want!"

He stepped forward and grabbed her face and brought it closer to himself, allowing the mermaid princess to see the craziness in his eyes. "Show me more of your hatred! This won't be fun without it!"

After that, the torture began.

A few hours later, just as Jameson was about to finish up, he felt that something was wrong. His lower body began to burn up as if it were on fire, and it quickly rushed up to his torso and then his head.

"P-Poison…! Ugh!!" He only had time to recognize what it was before he fell to the side on the bed, entering a state of shock that would certainly lead to death.

The mermaid princess, who had been used and abused, rose up shakily, wiping the blood from her lower body and glaring at the shuddering young master in his last moments of life.

Hatred flashed through her eyes, but there was even more satisfaction at seeing his fate. She disdained this fellow and the entirety of his clan. If her race could be killed and captured for playing around, would they have survived this long in a world with light and dark forces?

They were either an ignorant, up-and-coming magus clan or one who had become so arrogant they thought retribution would never come to them. Whatever the case, now given a temporary leash on life, the mermaid princess knew she couldn't stay here.

She walked to his closet and took some usable clothes, wore them, and then climbed out of the window, falling towards the pool at the back of the manor. From there, hopefully, she would make her escape.

At this time, while the room was silent, Dante passed through the wall and glanced at the open window. Spirit sense could not hear sounds, but he could tell what went on in here using simple deduction.

He didn't pass any comments or judgment; that was not his job to do. He walked up to the bed and glanced at the frozen body of Jameson, which only had a little bit of life left. Dante waited until that flame of life was but a candle flame and then injected Jameson with something.

The nanites in the fluids coursed through his entire body, placing themselves in his organs and integrating thoroughly with his entire body to the point where he would never be able to separate himself unless he discarded his body.

[Connecting to subordinate AI chip… done! Feel free to give any commands.]

"Run a diagnostic on his body and begin repairing his functions," Dante commanded.

Immediately, the nanites began to work, consuming the poison that was ravaging his body with ease and turning it into energy that was used to power them in repairing his body as they converted the poison to proteins.