Baron's Son with -9,999,999 Reputation Point-Chapter 141: Feelinghood
Lucas finished wiping his body, making sure no trace of water remained, then changed into clean clothes. After that, the room felt calmer, as if his thoughts had neatly settled as well.
A transparent light shimmered in the air.
[SYSTEM ACTIVE]
(≧▽≦)ノ Yoo~
Let’s exchange PP, your Progression Points are fully ready~
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Lucas rolled his shoulders once, then nodded.
"Ready. Prepare yourself."
Without hesitation, he immediately exchanged everything.
The Exchange Menu opened wide before him. Rows of strange items, glowing artifacts, tools with suspicious descriptions, all of them passed by just like that. Lucas was not interested enough to look any longer. He already had the Great Hoe. That single tool alone was troublesome enough for this world.
His gaze stopped at the seed section.
Fast-Growing Tomato Seed, high-yield variant.
Fast-Growing Chili Seed.
High-Nutrition Wheat Seed.
Sweetroot Seed.
Blueleaf Herbal Seed.
Golden Bean Seed.
One by one, he exchanged them. The PP count dropped sharply, continuing to shrink until it was completely drained. Pouches filled with seeds appeared one after another in a faint purple glow, falling onto the floor in front of him.
[(⊙_⊙)
...That’s a lot of seeds.
Even though in this world, tomatoes are the only crop with the highest economic value, you know?]
Lucas crossed his arms.
"It won’t be stable if I rely on tomatoes alone. Besides, all of these are top-tier quality, right?"
[SYSTEM] (￣▽￣)b
Of course. Premium quality, flawless.]
Lucas smiled.
"Good. Geralt has been gossiping about me being a genius Alchemist. I just have to play the role. Makes things easy."
[(¬_¬)
Wow, truly benefit-oriented.
Don’t forget, the humans around you aren’t background characters. This is a fantasy world, but they are real humans.]
Lucas raised an eyebrow.
"Huh, since when did you get this wise? Did you get upgraded again by your CEO?"
[(╬ಠ益ಠ)
Hey! What CEO?!
I was created by an Absolute Being, alright!!!]
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Meanwhile, Silvara was bathing.
Water flowed slowly along her shoulders, thin steam filling the stone chamber, yet her chest felt even tighter. Her hand clenched around her own thigh. There, the marks from Lucas’s nails were still faintly visible, not completely faded yet.
Silvara stared at them for a long time. Her breathing grew short, uneven.
Why... is it so hard to breathe?
Her thoughts spun out of control.
What if he disappears?
What if one day Lucas really leaves?
"I..." her lips trembled. "Ah... what is wrong with me..."
She closed her eyes, growing more confused with herself. The feeling was too unfamiliar, too strong to simply ignore. The image from the horse stable earlier resurfaced, the moment her tears fell without her realizing it, right in front of Liona, without warning, without control.
Silvara drew in a sharp breath.
I cried... in front of someone else.
Her hand gripped her thigh even tighter.
If he really leaves... what am I supposed to do?
Silvara lowered her head, wet hair covering her face.
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The room was silent, lit only by the soft glow of lamps reflecting off thin curtains and elegant furnishings. The Baroness stood alone before a painting hanging on the wall. It depicted Lucian, wearing the arrogant gaze she once knew so well.
She stared at it for a long time, saying nothing.
"Forgive me, Lucian..." she finally said, her voice quiet, almost a whisper. "I couldn’t tell you apart... from Lucas. Back then."
Her hand rose slowly, touching the frame of the painting. Regret lingered in her eyes, mixed with a weariness she had kept carefully hidden for years. She remembered how she treated Lucian, giving him more money, thinking it would fix his behavior, believing wealth alone could tame him, yet the money only dulled him briefly before he erupted again.
The Baroness adjusted the painting slightly, making sure it sat neatly against the wall, as if placing the past back where it belonged.
After that, she stepped back once.
A long breath escaped her lips.
Whether it was meant for Lucian, or for Lucas who now walked a different path, she was no longer sure. The room fell silent again, leaving behind a woman standing still, staring ahead, with feelings she could not fully put into words.
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In his study, the Baron sat behind a large wooden desk, his pen still moving across the paper. Documents about the Farmers’ Guild lay neatly spread out before him, filled with scribbles and added notes. Strangely, there was no sign of irritation on his face. On the contrary, a broad smile was clearly etched there.
"Hopefully, that boy can do what he wants," he murmured softly.
His hand paused for a moment. His thoughts drifted back to the past, to Lucian. He remembered that he once thought the same way back then. He had hoped, he had given space, he had allowed things to unfold with the belief that everything would improve. Instead, the opposite happened. Lucian grew into a depraved, stubborn figure, difficult to save.
The Baron let out a quiet breath.
"But this is different," he said to himself. "This is not for him."
He looked back at the papers before him, this time with a calmer sense of conviction. There was something about the young man, the way he thought, the way he made decisions, that made the Baron feel he was not repeating the same mistake.
At the very least, this time the outcome would be different.
The pen began moving again.
"For now," the Baron murmured, his voice low but firm, "I will consider him my own son."
In the silent study, only the sound of the pen scratching across paper remained, marking the beginning of something that was slowly starting to change.
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The next day, morning arrived with pale light slipping through the window. Lucas yawned widely, rubbing his face as he walked slowly toward the door.
A cheerful interface glow appeared in the air.
[SYSTEM]
(≧▽≦)ノ Come on, cheer up, king! Big day!
Lucas nodded, letting out a short breath. "Yeah, yeah. Okay, okay."
He stepped forward, reached for the door handle, and opened it.
And froze.
Silvara was standing right in front of the door. Her eyes were red, dark shadows ringed her eyelids, a sharp contrast to the face that was usually firm, cynical, and immaculate.
Lucas blinked. "Silvara?"
