Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 85: New Status, Embrace Of the Unknown Night Goddess

Chapter 85: New Status, Embrace Of the Unknown Night Goddess

Justin skimmed through his status screen, eyes flicking over the numbers.

Name: Justin Black

Age: 18

Core Stats:

Dark Charm: 100

Greed: 100

Intelligence: 170

Villain Mindset (VM): 100%

Lust: 100 (Insatiable)

Love: 00

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Social Influence Stats:

Fear: 90

Reputation: 95 (Good)

Trust: 80 (Good)

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Scandal and Control Stats:

Scandals: None (Major)

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Snatched Souls: Martinez, Chloe, Isabella (100% All)

Abilities:SD Enhancement, Veilborn Flesh, Manipulator’s Heart, Soul Snatcher, Veiler’s Hunger, Wealth Snatch, Regeneration Infinity Peak.

Most of his stats were maxed the fuck out, which made sense. Every single move he’d made since getting the Veiler’s Mantle had been leading to this—the complete Veiler Body.

But was this really the peak?

He wasn’t so sure.

Something deep inside told him he was nowhere near his limit. The system wasn’t just handing him power—it was layering it, setting him up for something way bigger. His intelligence stat was still growing, which was proof enough. That shit refused to settle, like his brain was still expanding, still adapting.

His Love stat? Stuck at 00. As expected.

His social stats checked out.

Fear: High. If he wanted people to shudder in his presence, he damn well could.

Reputation: Good. The public liked him, which was useful.

Trust: Also good. His circle, his employees—they believed in him.

And then there was the Scandal tab. No major scandals—yet.

That part was honestly shocking. With the shit he’d pulled, he half-expected to have at least one headline dragging his name through the mud. But nope, nothing major really. For now.

And then, the Snatched Souls section.

Martinez.

Chloe.

Isabella.

The three women who had crossed paths with him since he got the Mantle. Their souls were his, locked in at a 100% claim rate.

It was a humbling thought.

For them. Not for him.

Anyway everything under the abilities section was passive, meaning he didn’t have to lift a damn finger for them to work. They’d kick in automatically, shaping reality around him, for him, depending on the situation.

He exhaled. Alright, that was checked off.

Now onto something far more important. Something that was about to make him filthy fucking rich.

"System, deduct $500M and upgrade Wealth Snatch to 5X."

[Ding! Upgrade complete! The Veiler now gains five times the wealth of any woman whose soul he snatches!]

Oh, fuck yes.

[Ding! Bonus rewards unlocked! Certain milestones and performances will now grant the Veiler random bonuses!]

[Ding! Random Shop Activated! The Veiler will be informed whenever an item is available for purchase!]

Justin nodded. Fair enough.

For some reason, the first shop had only ever given him production machines, which—honestly? Top-tier shit. A literal cheat code for making money. But still, the Random Shop felt like something he shouldn’t ignore.

The system had once told him there were no finished items for instant purchase—but maybe that was just bullshit.

He pulled it up.

[Ding! No items available currently!]

Of course.

Justin sighed. One day, he might actually ask the system where the hell all these mechanics, upgrades, and random perks were coming from. But he already knew the answer.

[You wouldn’t understand.] Or something between those lines.

Yeah. Fuck that. He wasn’t about to waste brain cells trying to debate a god-tier system.

So instead, he just gave up and moved on.

Justin stared at his balance.

One billion and some fucking $80M+ was supposed to be chilling in his account like a king on a golden throne. But nah. Life, or rather his own damn choices, had something else in mind.

A $300M debt, gone. A few $5M to Selena, vanished. $100M for Regeneration, snatched. And then the Wealth Snatch upgrade? That shit took another $500M like it was pocket change.

And now?

$175,000,000.

Poor bastard soul.

Justin exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. He was still rich as hell, but damn, watching numbers drop like that? That shit hurt.

He didn’t dwell on it too long, though. What was done was done. He’d make it all back—and then some. But right now? His stomach had other priorities.

The grumbling was loud enough to start a damn rebellion.

"Alright, alright, chill," he muttered, pushing off the chair.

He walked into his bedroom, stripping off his more refined clothes and throwing on something simpler—loose house pants, a black tee. Comfortable. Casual. Ready to raid the fridge.

But as he passed the giant mirror near his wardrobe, his gaze flickered outside.

And there she was.

The night goddess, spreading her veil over the entire world.

The sky was an endless abyss, thick and suffocating in its darkness. Stars flickered like distant secrets, scattered across a canvas painted in pure void. The moon, half-hidden behind wisps of lazy clouds, cast an eerie silver glow that barely reached the earth below.

The night wasn’t just a presence—it was a force. An entity. A dominion of mystery and silent chaos.

And yet, here at the Black Mansion, everything was still.

The towering estate stood like an unshaken titan, its walls kissed by the soft gleam of security lights. Beyond them, however, the forest loomed—its trees swallowing light whole, leaving only an unforgiving blackness that stretched into the unknown.

Crickets chirped. Other insects joined in, their tiny voices weaving into the eerie melody of the wilderness. The contrast was almost comical—inside, a fortress of power. Outside? A whole different beast waiting in the dark.

Justin walked over to the window, his bare feet making no sound against the cool marble floor. Instead of just looking out, he did something different.

He sank down, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, head resting lazily against the glass.

He just sat there.

Like, really sat there. Not the "I’m about to check my phone every two seconds" kind of sitting. Nah. This was elderly man on a rocking chair staring at the horizon type of sitting. The I’ve seen some shit, and now I just exist type.

No thoughts of power, money, or manipulation. No grand schemes turning in his head. No mental chessboards where he moved people like pawns. Just... nothing.

Just the quiet.

The deep, endless void beyond his mansion lights stretched out like some cosmic abyss, dark and vast, as if the universe itself had decided, yeah, let’s just eat everything tonight. The trees beyond his estate stood like silent guardians of the unknown, their twisted shadows creeping into the night like they had some ancient beef with the concept of light.

It was familiar. And yet, unfamiliar.

Like an old song you haven’t heard in years but somehow still know the lyrics to. Like a stranger’s face that feels like it belongs in a memory you can’t quite grasp. It sat in his chest, this weird, eerie comfort—both a home and a haunting.

And for some goddamn reason, he basked in it.

Not just a little. Full send.

The kind of basking where you lean back, exhale slow, and let that weird sense of peace sink into your bones. The kind where you forget the bullshit—the money, the power, the endless hunger for more—and just vibe.

Would it last? Hell no.

But for now?

Yeah. He’d take it.

Justin shifted slightly, letting his back rest against the cool glass of the window. The sudden chill sent a tiny shock through his skin, grounding him further into the moment.

The mansion’s lights carved out a lonely patch of brightness, but beyond that, the night took over, stretching endlessly, untamed and unapologetic. It was a void of pure nothingness—no rules, no expectations, just the raw, unfiltered chaos that the universe loved to sprinkle around like an overenthusiastic chef.

Beyond the estate, the forest pulsed with life. Leaves rustled as unseen creatures slinked through the darkness, their movements careful, calculated.

The air was thick with the quiet hum of nature, a steady rhythm of existence that carried on with or without him. The night wasn’t just present—it was alive, a kingdom of shadows ruled by a queen no one dared to challenge.

And she was everywhere.

Her presence didn’t just settle over the world; it claimed it. The way the darkness slithered through every open space, the way it absorbed everything in its path, the way it whispered secrets through the wind—it was dominance, pure and absolute.

And yet, despite all that overwhelming power, here, inside the Black Mansion, everything was still. Untouched. Unbothered. Like the world outside could rage and spiral, but this place? This was home. A sanctuary. A bubble of eerie, unshaken peace.

It felt... right. Like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Justin let his head fall back against the glass, staring up at the endless black sky. No stars. Dim moon. Just the unrelenting nothingness.

And for the first time in a long time...

He let himself enjoy it.

Nights like these used to be different. He’d sit here, nestled in his mother’s embrace, as she told him stories—of their family’s rise, of victories hard-earned, of how she and his father met, of the life they built together.

She had a way of making every word feel like history and prophecy at the same time.

Her voice had been the kind of warmth that wrapped around him, made him feel safe, made him feel like no matter what the world threw at him, he would be fine because she was there.

Now, she wasn’t.

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