[Warning: Mature Content 18+, Harem, System, No NTR!]

He was only ten years old when his world turned to ash. Hidden behind a door, shivering with helplessness and fear, the boy peered through the keyhole and watched his parents die. He never knew who killed them. He never even saw the faces of those who took everything from him.

The terror was too much for a ten-year old boy. His mind shattered, erasing that night from his memory. And then everything was blank, darkness in front of his eyes as he lost consciousness.

When his eyes opened again, a man stood before him, a stranger with a gentle smile and eyes filled with something strange… pity? Or something else?

"What happened here boy?”

“Happened where?”

“You don’t remember, do you?"

"Remember what…? Where is father? My Mother?”

"I guess this is for the best.”

“Good boy. Your father was my dearest friend… and now, you are my responsibility. From now on, you will be my son."

"You have no one left, boy… but I can make sure no one ever takes anything from you again." The man said gently.

And then that man forged him into something inhuman. A weapon honed to perfection, a shadow lurking in the underworld. The mere whisper of his name - Draugr, A ghost that never truly dies, sent grown men into cold sweats, their legs trembling beneath them. 

The boy soon outgrew his master and carved his own legend in blood. But all this while he never stopped searching—for the ones who killed his parents, for the truth, for revenge.

And finally, after fifteen years of silence, he was close. The last clue he needed was just within his grasp.

It was so close, yet just an inch out of his grasp. He was ambushed, a trap he never saw coming.

Wounded, bleeding out, fighting for his life against an army of men and women eyeing to claim his life, he should have died. But fate had something else stored for him.

Barely holding onto life, he stumbled into a girl—fragile-looking, yet completely unafraid of the monster before her. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Instead, she smiled.

She saved him. Took him to a hospital. And as he lay unconscious, she made her plans.

But when he woke up… He had lost everything, He remembered nothing.

Not just the truth of his parents' murder. Not just the years of searching. Not just the enemies and allies he'd made along the way. Not even his own name. 

Twenty-five years of his life—wiped clean.

Now, in a world that fears his very name, with ghosts of a past he can no longer remember hunting him in the shadows—he must decide: Is he still the Draugr they all fear? Or is he just a man searching for the pieces of himself?

And who is the girl who stole his fate and bound it to hers?

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When Lilith was done, the ballroom that was once erupted with laughs and the smiles of beautiful women, had now turned into a theatre of dread.


Lilith placed the white table cloth in front of Lucius, and Lucius was genuinely impressed by the pile of luxury accessories that lay on the floor in front of him.


He crouched down beside it, opening the bundle slowly like he was unwrapping his birthday present.


The Gold rings, watches, platinum bracelets, diamond necklaces, sapphire brooches, ruby rings glinted under the soft lights of the chandeliers. But the shimmers dulled under the greedy eyes of the women present in the room.


"Now is this what they call crowd funding?" he muttered, and turned towards the ladies, "You better not eye what's not yours. This is mine now."


In the meantime, the system was also done.


[You have robbed quite a hall, master. Impressive!]


Chapter 95 - [Chapter - 86] - On the run already