Chapter 278: Lucy, the Dark Lady

Luke stood outside the well, training again. He had to practice shifting into mist while still in female form. The last thing they needed was for him to materialize as a man in the middle of a dress, or worse, a maid outfit. If that happened during the banquet, Allison wouldn’t be able to bail him out by triggering the necklace’s enchantment.

And honestly… he really didn’t want anyone seeing him as a guy dressed like that.

“What is it, human?” Franky’s voice hissed as Luke pulled the familiar rune from his inventory.

“Take a good look, snake,” Luke muttered. “I’m enduring the greatest embarrassment of my life. I’m sharing this moment with you so you’ll understand that we both know suffering.”

The image of the serpent etched into the black stone glowed faintly. “I don’t understand. What embarrassment? You look… different.”

“I turned into a woman, temporarily. See? Maybe now that you know we’ve both endured a similar kind of ordeal, you’ll finally agree to become my familiar.”

A tongue-clicking sound crackled from the stone. “And why is that embarrassing to you? You only look like a female human rat. What of it?”

Luke rubbed his forehead. “Fair point. To you, humans are rats. So I guess gender doesn’t really matter.”

“I’m not falling for your tricks, human,” the snake said coldly. “Changing your appearance won’t make me your friend. I hate you. I always will.”

Before the familiar could rant further, Luke shoved the stone back into his inventory.

“Impressive, Luke,” Artemis chimed in dryly. “A snake is more evolved than you, and its society doesn’t even care about gender.”

“Yeah… but honestly, I think the snake is right. It doesn’t really change anything that I look like this. I was just caught off guard.”

He paused, thinking. “Damn, the snake actually helped me. In the end, these are just bodies of flesh… it doesn’t change a thing. We’re all just rats.”

“Now you’re starting to understand how gods think. Your body is just an expensive shell, your true self is your soul, and souls have no gender.”

“Great. Can’t believe a snake and a perverted soul just gave me good advice.”

“Yes, Luke. It doesn’t matter what you choose to be… as long as, at the end of the day, you let your lovely friend Artemis watch you bathe naked.”

Luke groaned. “Okay, and we’re back to the usual nonsense.”

He pulled out another item: the angel’s mask. Gray stone, cracked and veined like old marble, carrying the memory of that brutal battle.

[Mask of the Fallen Stone Angel (Unique)

Description: In the final moments of its forsaken life, the angel, abandoned by its own kind, was offered something it never expected: mercy. And that mercy came from a demon. In her final breaths, moved by unimaginable compassion, she sealed all the power she had left into this relic. Not for redemption, but for hope.

“May my Lord realize, when the moment is right, the value hidden in something as simple and frail as this.”

Enchantments:

[Statue Form (Ancient)]: While wearing the mask, you take on the form of the Fallen Stone Angel, becoming indistinguishable from a statue.
[Angel Soul Fragment (Unique)]: A slumbering fragment of an angel’s soul resides within this mask.
Requirement: Soulbound.]

“I also ended up figuring out something else interesting in the process,” he murmured, turning the mask over in his hands. “It’s possible to activate a soulbound item’s enchantment on someone else.”

He’d been wearing Allison’s necklace, and she had managed to trigger its effect on him. Not every enchantment worked that way, of course. His kukri’s magnetic return, for example, would only pull the blade back to his own hand. But things like Statue Form or even gender change? Transferable.

There had to be soulbound weapons out there with raw damage boosts or magical effects. If the target didn’t suffer the penalty from those bonus damages, then the whole concept would be pointless. He should have realized sooner. Still, it was an important discovery.

“Artemis, what if I gave Charlie a bunch of items and had her trigger the effects on me? That way I’d stack power without the system noticing.”

“It depends,” she replied. “The System is a cosmic force. It can’t be tricked, and it enforces limits. You can only equip ten rings, for example. Try to slip on eleven, and one will just deactivate. Same goes for armor pieces. You can’t wear two chestplates. If you did, the second one would be useless. Try twenty rings, same deal.”

“Then how am I wearing Allison’s necklace and yours at the same time?” Luke asked.

“Because I’m not a necklace, idiot,” she snapped. “I’m the jewel itself. I don’t count as equipment. Open my item in the inventory and see for yourself.”

[Artemis Invention (Unique)
Description: A prototype crafted by Samael, the Inventor.
‘A gift to help you on your journey. Good luck. It was collecting dust in my workshop anyway.’

PS: I am not liable for any discomfort it causes. – Samael

Enchantments:

[Spatial Storage (Ultra-Rare)]: Grants access to a massive pocket dimension. Non-sentient biological organisms can be stored in temporal suspension.

[Artemis (Unique)]: This necklace contains the soul of Artemis.
Requirement: Soulbound]

“The description doesn’t list me as equipment,” she said. “It only mentions the enchantment. That wording came from Samael.”

“I still don’t get it…”

Luke glanced down at the two necklaces around his neck. There was no way he could show up at the banquet wearing both without drawing suspicion.

“I’m not equipment. Samael just added a chain to make me look more personalized. What I really am is a magic gem. Think of it this way: the System only lets you wear one crown at a time, right? But you can embed multiple enchanted jewels into that crown to make it stronger. It’s still a single item, but boosted by accessories.”

Her voice carried a hint of pride. “I fall into that same category. If you ever wanted to pop me out of the necklace and slot me into a ring, I’d still work. Call it a gray area in the System’s rules. Samael’s an item crafter, after all. He knows how to bend the framework.”

Luke studied the gemstone set in the necklace. It was obviously larger than a ring stone, but if Artemis insisted it could fit, then the System probably shrank it down or adjusted things somehow.

“Then why give me a stone instead of a proper necklace?” he asked.

“Because… let’s just say interesting things might happen someday if you learn how to fuse items.” She chuckled softly.

He let the subject drop, tucking the angel’s mask back into his inventory. The angel woman said nothing; she was asleep.

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“Now that it’s just the two of us, and you’re still in the form of a woman, I wouldn’t judge you if, say…” Artemis began.

Before she could spin her thought into some deranged perverted suggestion, Luke turned on his heel and headed back to the hideout.

***

“Try the dress on, Luke,” Evangeline said, patient in that pointed way that meant she had already asked three times.

“Not a chance.” He stepped back as if the fabric radiated poison.

“You’re already transformed. I need to see the fit so I can adjust it.”

“I refuse.” He turned sharply on his heel and started for the door.

“Are you really going to jeopardize the mission over a tantrum?” Evangeline narrowed her eyes. “Didn’t you just say in the end your gender doesn’t matter?”

“Yeah, but I wanted something more Natasha Romanoff, not Ada Wong.”

“For this mission, it has to be a dress. Are you done stalling or not?”

Luke turned back around and yanked the gown out of her hands. “Fine. Give me the damn thing.”

Stalking toward the makeshift changing area, he shoved the curtain aside with all the grace of a condemned man.

“I’ll help,” Allison offered, moving in.

“Not necessary. I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll be shirtless until you get the dress on. Remember the rule: don’t look at your own chest.”

Luke exhaled a long, exasperated sigh. “We’re infiltrating one of the most dangerous places in this world, and that’s what you’re worried about?”

“Lucy’s privacy,” Allison said, dead serious.

“Great. Now I actually feel embarrassed.”

Evangeline reclaimed the dress, stepping in with brisk efficiency. “Dramatic. Come on, I’ll help.”

He gave in. He didn’t wear the necklace all the time, only during training, so Luke was still a man most of the time. But when he was a woman, he still kept his loyal war companion. The necklace didn’t completely alter his gender, so he still kept his little friend. In the same way, when Allison used it in the past, her private parts weren’t changed either.

Out of paranoia, he had even run tests in the last few days, quiet, careful experiments to make sure there wouldn’t be any permanent side effects on little Luke Jr. The results had been reassuring. His blade was still sharp, should the day ever call for it. Artemis, thankfully, had been denied the chance to make jokes during the process.