Chapter 76 The Rose and the Snake 16
The scarlet devil pupils revealed in CC's eyes last night were like a poisonous thorn piercing his heart, making him unable to sleep or eat.
He had secretly imprisoned the elf in a magic circle for research, but the initial results were disturbing - the scarlet devil's eyes were not an illusion or a curse, but more like some kind of... unconscious resonance and contamination of power.
The source is unknown!
And Abraxas Malfoy... He glanced coldly at the man standing in front of the desk, his face still pale but his back straight.
Abraxas held a silver tray covered with black velvet in his hands, his posture respectful, as if offering tribute.
"Lord Voldemort," Abraxas said in a steady voice, without any emotion, "I have brought the 'return gift' you requested."
He slightly lifted a corner of the black velvet, revealing the... indescribable "fabric" underneath.
Even with Voldemort's great concentration, his scarlet pupils shrank almost imperceptibly the moment he saw the "sweater".
What a masterpiece that is!
The main color is chaotic, like vomit mixed with the colors of the rainbow, interspersed with winding dark green poisonous marks.
The stitching was crooked and uneven, some tight enough to wrinkle, others so loose you could squeeze a fist in. The neckline was ripped open, revealing almost the entire shoulder, while the cuffs resembled two giant sacks. The strangest thing was, the entire sweater seemed to be moving ever so faintly...?
There was a faint stench of sulfur and a cold, unsettling surge of magic.
The corners of Voldemort's lips curled up into an extremely cold and sarcastic arc.
"Malfoy... is this what you call 'love'?" He tapped his long fingers lightly on the table. "A collection of vomit... from the nest of the Acromantula?"
Abraxas remained calm, his gray-blue eyes staring directly at Voldemort, even with a hint of just the right amount of "sincerity" that had a sickly beauty.
"The materials were compulsorily provided by the system. But every stitch and every thread embodies my 'deep'...feelings for you, my Excellency."
He deliberately emphasized the word "profound." "It's a system mission, you know. To survive, I have no choice."
He held out the silver tray, "Please accept it, sir."
Voldemort's eyes were like cold probes, scanning back and forth between Abraxas's face and the poisoned garment in his hand.
System tasks? Of course he knew.
The empathic feedback from the Cruciatus Curse in the garden last night and the rules of the Thorn Brand also gave him a deeper understanding and fear of this damn contract.
Reject? Who knows if this damn system will trigger some weird penalty again, or increase that damn synchronization rate again?
A feeling of nausea, like being force-fed flies, and a rage of being restrained surged in his chest.
But more than that, it is a cold curiosity and desire to experiment.
He wanted to see what Abraxas was up to with this obviously poisonous sweater.
What will happen when you put it on? What exactly does that strange system want to do?
"Very good." Voldemort suddenly smiled, his smile was handsome but without any warmth.
He stood up, walked around the desk, and came to Abraxas.
The tall figure brings a strong sense of oppression.
He stretched out his hand, but instead of taking the silver plate, he directly grabbed the squirming, foul-smelling poisonous sweater!
It feels cool and smooth to the touch, with a slight pulsating feeling like a living thing.
A strong feeling of numbness instantly spread up along the arm.
Voldemort frowned slightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in the depths of his scarlet pupils, but more of it was cold inquiry.
He could clearly feel the poisonous magic power of the eight-eyed giant spider contained in the sweater, as well as... an extremely weak, yet extremely familiar, cold and pure fluctuation of dark magic power - it was the fragment of power that belonged to Abraxas in his body!
Sure enough! This guy had tampered with his sweater! The crimson in Voldemort's eyes grew even brighter, and murderous intent surged.
But he did not lose his temper. Instead, he gracefully took off his exquisite black robe in front of Abraxas!
Abraxas's gray-blue eyes widened slightly, as if he had not expected Voldemort to be so straightforward.
Voldemort threw his taken-off robe onto the chair, revealing a tight-fitting black silk shirt underneath.
Without even looking at Abraxas, he grabbed the colorful, squirming poison sweater with both hands and put it on himself like a battle robe!
The moment the poisonous spider silk touched his skin, a strong sense of numbness and a tingling burning sensation instantly swept through Voldemort's body.
The dark green poison marks seemed to come alive, like tiny poisonous snakes, trying to drill into his pores.
The foul smell enveloped him, and even though he had amazing willpower, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, and his face turned slightly blue.
Abraxas held his breath, his gray-blue eyes fixed on Voldemort's reaction, and...his neck and collarbone area exposed outside the wide collar of his poison sweater.
Voldemort suppressed the discomfort and put his arms into the sack-like sleeves.
The poisonous spider silk clung to his skin, cold, slippery, and carrying corrosive magic trying to penetrate it.
The moment he completely put on this "poisonous clothing of love"—something strange happened!
The golden lines on the side of Voldemort's neck, which had appeared since the system was linked, suddenly became hot and bright! Like a red-hot iron!
At the same time, under the skin near the golden pattern, extremely fine, spider-web-like dark green lines were rapidly emerging and spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The color and shape were exactly the same as the dark green poison marks on the poison sweater and the festering spots on Abraxas' fingertips!
"Ugh!" Voldemort groaned, feeling the flow of magic power in his body suddenly become extremely stagnant!
It was as if I was entangled and blocked by countless invisible spider threads! A strong feeling of dizziness and nausea came over me (hallucinogenic effect)!
His control over magic power, which he was so proud of, was actually seriously disturbed by this damn poisonous clothing!
What made him even more shocked and angry was——
[Ding! Mission: 'Knit a loving sweater for the capture target' completed!]
[The capture target's 'Happiness Value' increases instantly: 15%... 30%... 45%... 60%!]
[System Rating: S-Rank! The host fully understands the truth of 'beating is love, scolding is affection, wearing a poisonous suit brings deep affection'! Reward: Pain synchronization rate -5% (currently 50%), slight restoration of the host's magic power!]
The system's notification sound, accompanied by an exaggerated electronic cheering sound effect, exploded in the minds of both of them at the same time!
60% happiness value?! Voldemort was almost laughing!
At this moment, he just wanted to tear this damn poisonous coat into pieces and curse the person who wove it a hundred times! Where was the joy in that?!
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