It was late at night.
The streets were empty.
The neighbourhood was quite.
Save for one person, there was no one else in sight.
Jon was returning home from his third part time job, all tired and exhausted.
Born in an improvised family, he was forced to work since a young age. Desiring to break free from the chains of poverty that had been haunting him his entire life, he had been working especially hard in recent years, but it seemed to be leading him nowhere near his goal due to the trashy government running the nation and the businessmen looting it for all it's worth.
In country A, Inflation was at an all time high. The prices of groceries, taxes, and rent was increasing rapidly, but the salary wasn't, leaving the poor man to suffer.
Suddenly.
He felt an intense gaze on his back.
He looked over his shoulder in a flash.
But saw nothing suspicious.
'Am I imagining things?'
He looked ahead, only to look back in the very next moment.
A suspicious person had appeared.
They were dressed entirely in black.
The hood over their head cast a shadow on their face, hiding what they looked like.
Judging by their build, they seemed to be a man, but they could also be a woman as in this world, there was no shortage of woman who hit the gym and took testosterone injections to get buff like gym bros.
"What do you want? Why are you shamelessly stalking me?"
"I—"
They were using a voice changer so it was impossible to determine their gender just from their voice alone.
"I want your life!"
They pulled out a knife and rushed towards Jon.
"Crazy!"
Jon made a run for his life immediately while screaming for help.
Confront a jacked knife wielding psycho bare handed?
He wasn't stupid enough!
Straight ahead was a dead end.
He turned a corner and was rewarded with a stab to the chest by the person already waiting in ambush there, his throat filling up with blood, blocking the shrill scream that was about to erupt from his throat.
Right then, the psycho chasing him caught up and stabbed him in the back of his head several times, cutting his life short.
Just before he died, Jon heard a soft whisper.
[You have been chosen by the System!]
****
"Young master, I bed of you. Please accept my daughter into your service."
"I beg of you as well. Please accept me, Young Master. I will serve you well."
Jon blinked.
Two beauties with golden hair, equally enchanting eyes, and an attractive figure, were kneeling before him, looking up at him in anticipation like stray cats who wanted to be adopted.
One was really young like a woman in her late teens.
The other looked like a graceful woman in her forties.
The young one was slender with decent curves in all the right places while the old one had a voluptuous figure and thick mountain peaks, half the size of watermelons.
Jon couldn't avert his gaze from her assets for a while. He had never seen breasts so big in real life.
The pair of mother and daughter, who were both around the same height and dressed plainly, noticed where his gaze was stuck at and blushed furiously.
'Pervert,' Melody cursed him in her mind.
'Young master has grown up,' Amelia was happy to be seen as a woman by Jon.
Recognising he was being offensive, he looked away from Amelia's tits, wondering how he had ended up in this situation.
He had no idea how it happened or why two top notch beauties were kneeling for him and begging him to agree to their request.
Wasn't he just killed?
Ugh!
Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through his mind, and a flood of foreign memories surged into his brain,
forcing him to realize that he had transmigrated!
He had become a villager of the Leon Kingdom.
To be precise, he had become Jon of the Mountain Clan in a world where superhumans existed.
These superhumans were called battle masters.
They could perform extraordinary feats such as summoning rain or shifting the terrain.
Due to the existence of these battle masters, the status of ordinary people in the Leon Kingdom was quite lowly.
They were treated as slaves and could only do menial tasks or hard labour to survive.
The pair of beauties before him were Amelia and Melody. They were ordinary people.
Hearing his grunt in pain, both Amelia and Melody felt worried for him.
"Young master, are you alright?"
Seeing their worried gazes, Jon felt a level of joy he had never felt before.
"Ahem, it was nothing serious. I am fine. Don't worry."
Only after hearing it from his own mouth that there was nothing wrong did they feel less worried.
"About what I requested, I will do anything if you agree."
Amelia was ready to wrestle with him in bed for the sake of her daughter's future even though he was half her age and had grown up drinking her milk.
She was Jon's milk mother as his own mother had passed away when he was born.
As for why she believed he had such thoughts, it's because she caught him staring at her breasts so she thought he was interested in her, and it was actually in that moment that the the idea to satisfy his desires to fullfill her goals had popped up in her mind.
"Hmm."
A heavy hum escaped Jon's lips.
The beauties couldn't tell what he was thinking.
His expression was unreadable as he stared at them with inky black eyes that were still like the surface of a tranquil lake under a moonless night.
They didn't know that a storm of thoughts were swirling behind those calm eyes.
The Mountain Clan was the three strongest family in the Stone Village. And the stone village was considered the strongest village in the Leon kingdom. So the status of the mountain clan was not lowly. It was a minor noble clan with over a hundred years of history.
Becoming a servant of a descendant of this clan was a dream of many as it was the key to many opportunities!
Melody's life would change for the better if he agreed to Amelia's request, and what he would be getting in return was Amelia's gratitude and favour and perhaps a capable maid. It was a win-win situation.
"Alright, I agree."
What harm could accepting Melody as his maid bring him? It could only bring him benefits. So he agreed to Amelia's request.
"And just so you know, I have no desire to take ill advantage of you for agreeing to your request."
"Thank you, Young Master. Thank you very much."
While Amelia thanked him nonstop, Melody remained silent, her thoughts unreadable.
Jon didn't know whether she was satisfied with the result of her mother's effort or not but honestly he didn't care.
From now on, she would be his maid.
If she served him sincerely, he would treat her good.
If she plotted against him, then she can't blame him for being ruthless!