Chapter 1: System Acquisition.
"Didn't you hear me? I said kiss it!" Spencer declared coldly towards the maid before him, who was staring at him with a stunned gaze.
He sat on his luxurious bed with his right foot stretched in her direction, his posture radiating a newfound sense of absolute authority that the room had never witnessed before.
The heavy silk sheets bunched beneath him as he leaned back slightly, watching the confusion flicker across her features like a dying flame.
"Are you thinking of disobeying an order?" he added, feigning a cold look that acted like a physical splash of water to her face, instantly snapping her out of her stupor.
"Of course not y-young master!" the maid replied in a flustered manner before hurrying over to where he sat. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed her apron, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for a way out of the command she had just been given.
Though she was clearly begrudging, the weight of his gaze forced her to comply.
She slowly bent her knees, descending until she was level with the floor, and pressed a kiss against his foot.
Such a feeling secretly left Spencer in awe, though he did his best to mask it behind a look of indifference. He had spent his entire previous life as a normal citizen but seeing this level of submission first hand, left him in shock.
As for why he had requested for her to do such a humiliating thing, it wasn't merely out of a sudden streak of cruelty. It was because he needed to prove something fundamental about his new reality.
[Ding: Annabel has gifted you +0.1ST]
The translucent window that flickered into his vision was the very thing he wanted to prove, the existence of this system panel that had appeared in such a timely manner.
The blue light of the screen was invisible to the maid, but to him, it was the most beautiful sight in this world.
Truth be told, he wasn't actually the true Spencer Luminous, but a transmigrator who had taken over the former's body in a twist of fate.
He now inhabited a form with a head of silky smooth black hair, a handsome face that looked like it had been sculpted by a master, and a pair of entrancing emerald green eyes that seemed to glow with a sharp, internal light.
Like every webnovel reader who had ever imagined themselves in such a position, he had been eager to see whether the truth of him possessing a 'cheat' upon his transmigration was real.
Behold, it actually was. He hadn't just been given a second chance at life; he possessed a system known as the Prefix System.
It was a mechanical marvel that promised him endless power so long as he managed to gain the insults and displeasure of those around him.
After gaining news of acquiring such a unique system, he realized that he needed a way to test if it was actually real, What better way to try it out than to make use of the person standing directly before him?
Of course, Spencer wasn't a heartless bastard by nature, but the main reason he had decided to make use of the maid was because of the life the former Spencer had been forced to endure.
Being born the talentless son of the Luminous household, a powerful noble family in the kingdom, the original Spencer's life had been a constant stream of ridicule and scorn.
The neglect from his parents and siblings was so profound that even the mere servants of the household had begun to admonish and treat him with bitter contempt. Such a reversal of the natural order wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for the original Spencer, who had developed a timid and weak personality after so many years of emotional abuse.
He was a tiger who had forgotten it was a tiger, making him a perfect target for the vassals of the Luminous family to pour their frustrations on.
This maid was one of the worst offenders. Her name was Annabel, his personal maid, who was supposed to be his closest attendant and protector within the walls of the estate.
Instead of siding with the previous Spencer, she had spent her years making him feel bad about himself.
She had played a great role in making sure he remained as timid and cowardly as always, using her position to whisper persuasions and ensure his spirit stayed crushed.
Now, looking down at her as she pulled away from his foot with a face red from a mixture of shame and anger, Spencer felt the system confirm her resentment. The experiment was a success, and he felt no need to linger on the moment.
"Well, what are you still doing here?!" Spencer suddenly shouted at her, the sudden volume of his voice stunning the maid once more.
The silence that followed Spencer's initial outburst was heavy, lingering in the air like a thick fog that Annabel found herself unable to see through.
She stood there, her feet rooted to the spot, looking at the young man she had spent years looking down upon as if he had suddenly grown a second head.
The shift in the atmosphere of the room was palpable, brimming with a tension that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end.
"I don't understand, young master..." she began, her voice trailing off as she struggled to find the right words to address this sudden, inexplicable change in his demeanor.
Spencer's eyes narrowed, the emerald depths of his pupils flashing with a sharp, predatory light that seemed to pierce right through her.
"Are you brain dead or something?! Where is my goddarned food?! Isn't your job that of a maid? Can't you tell that this young master is hungry?"
Annabel blinked, her confusion momentarily overriding the burgeoning sense of dread in her chest.
She had served him for a long time, and she knew his schedule better than anyone, or at least she thought she did until this very moment.