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[HSRGSS] Chapter 58: An Absurd Meeting
🕑 Added 2025-07-23 00:46:29 +0000 UTCAs Lucian entered the script, he succeeded in avoiding Nous.
He had known the fact that, just like in every web novel, a System was more often than not always above the most powerful being in the world the protagonist had transmigrated to.
If not for that, Lucian would never have dared to take the risk of provoking Nous.
As it turned out, he was right.
Now that he was inside the script, even Nous couldn't come after him.
'No doubt, the Godly Script System's standing is higher than that of an Aeon. Even Nous failed to calculate my existence with THEIR godly brain—no wonder THEY wanted to trap me.'
Thankfully, Lucian had waited three days until the script's cooldown was almost over before seeking out Herta. He needed to make sure the script was ready the next time before doing something reckless like that again.
'Amphoreus again, huh... and this time it's Castorice...'
Lucian recalled that Castorice was that pitiful young woman who had never had a friend since childhood, living in loneliness for a thousand years. Unfortunately, as always, he still had no idea what the script's completion conditions or requirements were.
Just as Lucian was thinking about it, his field of vision suddenly pulled away and zoomed out, just like before.
It was as if all the scenery flooded his eyes at once, bringing a momentary sense of disorientation.
Gulp~
'What's going on? Water? Am I... underwater...?'
Lucian noticed that his whole body felt icy cold, as if he were soaking in water, while his mouth, nose, and ears were all filled with water.
As soon as Lucian opened his eyes, he was instantly stunned.
Because... what he saw was a perfect butt with golden ratio curves, which, in the next moment, began pressing down toward his face.
Judging by how supple and pink the butt was, Lucian instantly determined that it belonged to a beautiful woman, but even so, that was no reason for her to be sitting on his face.
A slender hand, dripping with water, suddenly shot upward at an unbelievable speed and angle—it was frighteningly accurate, reaching out to block the unsuspecting butt that was about to press down on his face!
Pa!
As soon as Lucian's hand touched the butt, the feeling against his palm was soft and delicate, with surprising elasticity and a hint of warmth—the sensation was like an electric shock, making his nerves tingle.
"KYAAA—!!!"
In that instant, the butt's owner let out a piercing scream, instantly springing up and spinning around to see what was happening.
As a result, she saw a man emerging from the water.
Just like that, their eyes met.
Lucian saw a young woman's face, so beautiful it was breathtaking, twisted in shock, anger, and shame.
'Oh, it's her...'
Lucian instantly recognized the woman as the protagonist of this script, Castorice.
At this moment, she looked about eighteen, though maybe a bit older, since Castorice was, after all, an immortal, and her appearance after reaching eighteen would never change from then on.
Under the sunlight, Castorice's unprotected breasts gleamed brightly, boldly showing the charm of their pink cherry to Lucian.
'Did she get so shocked that she forgot to cover them?'
Lucian couldn't help but wonder in his mind while his eyes appreciated the beautiful scenery.
Castorice, who was frozen in shock, finally realized that the person in front of her was a man.
Did this man hide in the water to peep at her while she bathed?
Having lived all these long years, Castorice had never once had a man see her naked like this, so her mind went completely blank, and she did not know how to react.
Swish!
Instinctively, Castorice raised her arm high, her slender palm cutting through the air with a sharp whistle as she used all her strength to slap Lucian across his face—the gust from her palm was so fierce that her fingertips seemed wrapped in a visible aura of death that could chill one's soul.
However, just before touching Lucian's face, Castorice suddenly stopped her hand, because she remembered that anyone she touched would die.
As a kind-hearted person, Castorice could not bear to kill someone who did not want to die—even if that person was a pervert, it was not a crime worth death.
However, Lucian reacted quickly as well.
Just as Castorice stopped her hand, Lucian's left hand shot out like a snake, his fingers closing like steel claws, swiftly and accurately grabbing her slender wrist that carried a curse of death!
Castorice's wrist felt icy cold, frail, and so thin that it seemed it would snap with just a little force. More importantly, Lucian realized that when he grabbed her wrist, she had already eased her strength, which meant she hadn't truly intended to slap him.
"Alright, listen first. I swear with every fiber of my being, this is just a misunderstanding." Lucian explained quickly, trying to justify this absurd meeting. "I swear I just happened to show up here by accident."
Indeed, it really was a misunderstanding.
Yes, he did see plenty of 'VIP content,' but this situation was 'force majeure'—he opened his eyes and it was right there.
What could he do?
As Lucian's words fell, Castorice's shame and anger were instead replaced by a surge of surprise, not because of his excuse, but because of their physical contact.
Castorice widened her eyes, and all her struggles and all her shame froze in an instant as she stared at Lucian's hand. Now, within her purple eyes, the flames of shame and anger were suddenly extinguished, replaced by disbelief.
Looking down at her own wrists, Castorice saw that Lucian's hand was firmly covering skin she had never allowed anyone to touch.
No disintegration.
No withering.
No sign of death spreading across his skin.
Clearly, the man before her was still alive and well.
Soon enough, as the icy river water wrapped around her waist, chilling her to the bone, it finally yanked Castorice out of her soul-shaking shock.
"L-Let go of me! Don't look!"
Castorice's voice trembled, carrying both the relief of surviving some disaster and the struggle to hold back the raging storm inside her heart.
Lucian immediately let go.
As long as Castorice did not slap him, he had no reason to keep holding her. He was, after all, a gentleman, not a pervert.
On the riverbank, a white dress, underclothes, and long white socks lay quietly on the grass like abandoned butterfly wings. Castorice almost pounced toward them, moving with a kind of panic she had never felt before.
In a hurried manner, Castorice grabbed the soft fabric, wrapping it around her wet body, and when the cold fabric clung to her chilled skin, it made her shiver, yet it also gave her a fragile sense of security.
As sunlight outlined her tense profile, Castorice's fingers shook slightly, failing several times to slip through the tiny laces while her lips pressed tightly together, as if she were enduring some great hardship.
Every rustle of the fabric and every gentle tug at the laces echoed her chaotic emotions.
'He... that man who appeared so suddenly from the river bottom...'
'Is he still there?'
'How much did he see?'
'No, more importantly... Why is my curse of death useless on him?'
Splash!
Right after Castorice finished getting dressed, she heard the sound of water splashing behind her.
Lucian climbed ashore at just the right time because he had purposely waited until Castorice finished dressing before coming up, so this introverted and shy princess wouldn't feel threatened.
He understood well that after going through something so crazy, she was bound to feel uneasy. He did not want to scare off the script's protagonist and end up having to chase her down to complete the script.
Rip!
In the next moment, Lucian tore off his wet clothes, then used the power of Abundance to instantly form new ones.
Nodding to himself, Lucian then looked over at Castorice, seeing that they now stood ten meters apart.
Lucian had originally thought Castorice would leave or remain silent, but he did not expect her to approach him on her own.
As Castorice stopped five meters away from Lucian, she spoke up with a tense expression.
"Who... are you? Why didn't you die?"
Upon hearing this, Lucian smiled wryly.
Rather than caring about her naked body being seen by a male stranger, Castorice was far more concerned that the stranger who had touched her was not dead.
'Yep, she really is a kind woman...'
Lucian thought with emotion, then answered Castorice's question.
"Simple. Because I'm an Emanator of Abundance, so I can't die."
He then stepped forward, reached out his hand, and continued in a gentle tone.
"If you don't believe me, wanna try again?"
Castorice did not know what an Emanator of Abundance was, but from the sound of it, it should be something very powerful.
Castorice looked at Lucian's earnest face, then at his hand.
She honestly wanted to try, but she was scared... because if she failed, this man would die by her hand...
As Castorice hesitated, a warm yet firm hand suddenly reached out and grabbed hers without hesitation.
"See? You can't kill me."
Lucian grinned brightly, his eyes shining.
