Arcane: Begging for Help in a Parallel Universe!

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The spacious and luxurious reception room was filled with the intoxicating aroma of tea.

Good Luck Sister bit her lip, feeling nothing but frustration and humiliation. Being manipulated by a boy ten years her junior was an unbearable disgrace. Yet, she knew her business was unfinished—her revenge was far from complete. She couldn't stop here. She couldn't let it end like this.

"What do you want?" she asked, walking toward the sofa opposite Link. Leaning against the backrest, she tugged at her collar, exposing more of her fair skin.

"Don't use your usual tricks on me," Link said without sparing her a glance. "To me, you're less enticing than a blueprint."

Taking a sip of tea, he continued, "Tone down the act. I know you're used to using beauty as a weapon, lowering people's guard to turn the tables. But to me, the value you represent far outweighs your appearance."

He set down the teacup, now three-quarters full.

"This cup still has three-quarters left," he warned. "You'd better hurry, or I'll turn you into a specimen and gift you to someone."

Leaning back, he crossed his legs and interlaced his fingers over his knee, his gaze cold and indifferent.

Good Luck Sister lowered her eyelids and sat down, pouring herself a cup of tea. Cradling the cup in her hands, she asked, "How much do you know about me?"

"If you mean your identity as the daughter of the famous gunsmith Abigail Fortune, your vendetta against Gangplank, your years of revenge, and your rise to power—yes, I know it all," Link replied, taking another sip of his still-scalding tea.

"Half left now."

He placed the cup back on the table, making sure she could see it clearly.

Good Luck Sister stared at her teacup, contemplating her next words. "Whatever you want, I can give it to you."

"I already told you," Link snorted. "Your value, your significance."

Taking another sip, he left only a quarter of the tea remaining.

Good Luck Sister met his gaze, her heart pounding. As he lifted the cup again, she shivered and quickly spoke.

"I've been in Bilgewater for ten years. I know every person, every place."

Link paused, lowering the cup slightly.

Seizing the moment, she continued. "I know every dock, every alley. I know Bilgewater's geography, its gangs, their habits, their territories, and their members."

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I know where to fence stolen goods, where to buy contraband, and where the valuable cargo is stored."

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as Link raised the teacup again.

"Wait, wait!" she blurted out. "I... I..."

As the cup reached his lips, she clenched her teeth and whispered, "If you're willing, I'll do anything for you—be your guide, your companion, even your blade. Just... spare my crew!"

Link set the cup down and smirked. "How noble of you."

"They've followed me for years. I can't just watch them die for me."

"But if I let them go, do you think I'll have peace?" Link countered. "The more grateful they are to you, the more likely they'll seek revenge on me."

"No, I don't—" she shook her head vigorously, her red hair swaying.

"Good, because I don't either," Link said, crossing his arms. "To be honest, what I want is simple."

"Tell me."

"Gangplank's head."

Good Luck Sister's eyes widened, her lips trembling. "Are you serious?"

"That's just a small part of my plan, Sarah," Link said, his voice calm yet firm. "What I really want is all of Bilgewater."

"Can you give it to me?"

Silence fell between them.

Good Luck Sister lowered her head, weighing the consequences of Gangplank's death, picturing Bilgewater without him, and calculating her own value in this new reality.

Then, she looked up, her confidence and elegance restored. With a charming smile, she said, "Of course, my captain."

"I told you—I know Bilgewater inside and out. If you can kill Gangplank, I can help you take control of the entire city. I'll be your right hand, your blade, your shield."

Link remained expressionless as he lifted the teacup, drinking until only a thin layer of liquid remained. Tilting the cup toward her, he showed her how little was left.

"Last bit, Sarah. My patience is running thin."

His tone sent her heart racing. She bit her lip and whispered, "What do you really want...?"

As he brought the cup to his lips again, she shot up from her seat. "Alright, alright! Let's talk specifics."

Link set the cup down and studied her.

"To be honest, I don't think you have what it takes to help me conquer Bilgewater."

His words stung.

"Strength is essential to rule, but more importantly, one must survive the Harrowing and ensure Bilgewater sees another day."

He leaned forward. "I don't see that in you, Sarah."

She clenched her fists.

"You rely on wits, charm, and the ruthlessness you learned from Gangplank," Link continued. "But the one thing you lack is power."

She bit her lip in frustration. He was right. If she had the strength, she wouldn't have spent years hiding in the shadows.

"But I'm different. I have both brains and brawn," Link said, clenching his fist. "Your greatest value to me is your knowledge of Bilgewater."

He reached for a crystalline dagger, running a finger along its blade. "So, I'll give you two choices."

"One: become my white glove. Devote yourself to me—body, mind, and soul. Your future, your fate, will be mine to command."

He smirked. "Two—"

Before he could finish, Good Luck Sister slammed her hand on the table. "I choose the first one!"

Link raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to hear the second option?"

"No. I choose the first one."

"You're sure?"

She gritted her teeth. "No matter what the second option is, I choose the first."

Link chuckled. "Fine. I was going to offer you a partnership—to rule Bilgewater together."

He pricked his finger, letting a few drops of blood fall into her teacup.

Good Luck Sister blinked, then gave a coquettish smile. "You really know how to joke."

"If you know I'm joking, then stop playing games."

Once enough blood had dripped into the cup, he pushed it toward her.

"Drink this. From today onward, you are the glove of Link Star Ferros."

His voice was steady, unwavering.

"You will think as I think, act as I command. My will shall be the gears that drive you, and my gaze shall be the direction you charge."

He leaned in slightly.

"And in return, I will give you everything you desire."

"Revenge. Wealth. Power. Even eternal youth and immortality."

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