Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic



Those who stayed out all night, and long days- in the cold, and in the rain, stalking their prey. These nitty-gritty hunters needed every advantage they could get. From spatial rings, to weapons, to maps, and information- every advantage was an advantage.

And that was were Nexus,

And the second class of people came into the picture.

As a manager, or an owner, Nexus could leverage on the needs of the hunters by providing top notch auxiliary help- in the form of potent elixirs, special high grade weapons, customized information, and a shit ton of other stuff. 

Nexus' eyes rolled greedily as dollar signs appeared in his eyes- flickering like a jackpot machine.

He had it all figured out!

Using the gold he had made from the the Russell family as capital, he could set up his own agency. By selling services to the highest and most serious hunters, he would create an elite and enviable clientele- dominating the market by making his products and his brand a subject of attraction.

He would be the Gucci of this particular industry.

Nexus' eyes flickered dangerously as he rode the wave.

Why stop at one bourse? He could expand beyond a single building. He could open franchises, expand into chain stores, absorb all other fine hunters' lodges, and blow up into a mega conglomerate! 

Nexus' grin was so wide, an entire bunch of bananas could easily fit in.

Who says cultivators had to be poor or lead a life of monks?

Zen masters had their own paths. He had chosen his- and with the whole of his heart, Nexus was determined to squeeze out every bit of money he could get from this continent- and become as rich as a god!

"What are you grinning about?"

Monica's invasive voice came intruding right into his daydreams. He didn't realize he had been grinning.

"I'm going to build a mega business and become a wealthy man Monica. Just watch and see."

Monica said nothing, but she took his words to heart.

As the rising sun bathed the meadows with warmth, and licked up the dew that had settled on the thousands of blades of grass, both of them remained mute as they sunbathed under the clear blue sky. 

One lying down, and the other sitting cross-legged, they both stayed there, each lost in their thoughts, each enjoying the scenery one last time- imprinting the view in their hearts.

Their quest had ended.

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One and a half day later, after traveling through the shortest route back to town, the duo pulled up before a major junction in the streets. The reddish orange evening sun hung in the western sky, dangling just a short distance above the horizon- hinting at sunset coming soon.

Turning his hip slightly in the saddle, Nexus wrenched his right leg up, and slid towards his left- sliding off of Monica's horse, and landed on the ground with a neat bounce.

The journey had been smooth this time.

Monica had been kind enough to let him ride with her this time. It was an uncomfortable thirty six hours of having her small butt pressed up against his crotch- and forcing himself not to have an erection.

Even now, as he dismounted, the fruity smell of her hair products was still all over his chin.

"So, I guess this is it then. . ." the red head was speaking now.

Straightening his breeches on the ground below, he echoed;

"I guess it is," he looked up at her. 

She was on her horse, hands clutching the reins, back straight in a regal poise- evidence of proper horse riding training from youth; 

"Mon, no matter what happens, I don't think I'll ever completely forget this adventure."

She laughed softly; "Well, if you decide to write that book, make sure you cast me in a flattering light."

"Oh for heaven's sake," he protested aloud; "I was just kidding about that!"

Chuckling, she kicked her horse's sides, and galloped away into the stony busy streets of the city- leaving Ni Yang (Nexus) behind in a cloud of dust. She didn't say goodbye. 

She just kept trotting straight ahead, perfectly in the middle of the saddle, her legs and stirrups equidistant to each other, her red hair and crimson colored cape bouncing vibrantly under the color of the setting sun.

She didn't even turn for a last glance. It was a decision that would hunt her later on- anytime she would take a trip down memory lane.

Cruising through the town's square, she took a series of turns through the city's magistrate court, and finally, she pulled into the lonely street of the exchange in a slow trot. Effortlessly, she slid of her horse, and led the animal to a chestnut tree by the entrance. 

After tying the reins to a tree, she turned towards the entrance.

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"I want to cash in the rewards on this quest-" she dropped the color tagged ribbon on the receptionist's desk.

This time, the receptionist on call was a chubby middle aged woman with a cherubic face, and a ridiculously high pitched voice;

"Glad to have you back Miss Russell," she squeaked as she collected the ribbon; 

"I have this color code in my records as a C-rank quest, and uhmm. . ." she flipped through a stack of papers;

". . .for the wind wolves?"

Monica mouthed; "Yes."

"Wonderful," she chirped; "I heard they are a real nasty bunch. Well then Miss Russell, the price tag for this quest is five silver coins for every low rank wind wolf, and a gold coin for every B-rank."

Monica nodded.

"Excellent!" the woman cheesed energetically; "Now please, tender in the proof of your kills and–"

Monica flicked her spatial ring, and pulled out the massive head of one of the B-rank leading wolves!

"Goodness! Is that a–" the chubby woman swallowed as she took in the gnarly sight.

Thanks to Nexus' destructive flames, the ugly head was burnt crisp black. The eyes had peeled from the sockets, and the flesh around the snout was eaten in completely by the Heavenly Flames.

Through its severely burned jaws, its rows of unnaturally sharp teeth were visible and still arraigned in order.

And that was just the first evidence.

While the lady was still gawking at the prize, Monica whipped out another B-rank leading wolf's tail! It was far bigger, bushier, and fuller than the regular wind-wolf. Its length alone exceeded the full length of a human leg- from hip to toe.

Its thickness was as buff as a thick woman's thigh.

Mindlessly, as though it was some piece of furniture, Monica laid it on the table- next to the head. Tongues began to whisper in ears, and heads began to spin in the common room, directing every pair of eye in the room towards the red headed veteran hunter.

A gust of hushed excitement and unbelief rippled through out the lodge- cloaking Monica in a shadow of mystery.

She tapped twice on her spatial ring again- and reached into it. This time, a collective howl rose up from the audience. The gasps of unbelief saturated the air, and enveloped the whole venue in a dense cloud of hot, spicy, juicy news.