I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Dressed in a black mermaid dress with red embroidery, she reclined gracefully on the daybed, a cigarette holder in hand.

The large embroidered roses dazzled the eyes, almost as if the petals were swaying, emitting a fragrance that was utterly intoxicating.

Upon seeing John, the corners of her mouth curved into a slight smile.

"Long time no see."

Long time no see?

Though John's face showed no reaction, he was internally shaken.

He was certain he had never met this woman before, but why then...

Why would this woman say "long time no see"?

"Why are you standing there? I won't bite; come in," the woman said with a gentle laugh, slowly rising to her feet.

Her fair, long legs emerged from the side of her dress, utterly captivating.

It had to be said, this woman was a temptress, every move as enchanting as a siren's, her gaze fixed firmly on him.

No words were necessary; merely standing there, she was a spectacle.

"He really is heartless, to have already forgotten me," the woman said in a tone full of lament, her voice soft and tender.

It was as if she was genuinely cooing to John...

John regarded the woman across from him impassively, genuinely unsure where he could have met her, but...

His intuition told him that the woman was not lying.

That meant they truly had met, even if he couldn't remember it.

"Do you like the gift I've given you for our meeting?" the woman asked, her eyes twinkling as she put down her cigarette holder and started preparing tea with the set in front of her.

These old-fashioned tea-brewing methods had largely fallen into obscurity, but they seemed exceptionally natural in her hands.

She handled the ritual with a grace that suggested it was second nature to her, her movements fluid and practiced.

"Try it; I've practiced a long time for this."

She placed a cup of tea before John, who did not move closer but continued to watch her quietly.

"You don't need to be so guarded around me. If I had wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have made it here," she said.

In that moment, the room filled with the overwhelming presence of a transcendent-tier powerhouse!

A heavy weight pressed down on John's back, and for a moment, it seemed he might lose control of his legs and collapse.

But he resisted staunchly, his eyes fixed intently on the woman before him.

"See, if I really wanted to harm you, you would have no power to resist, so there's no need for you to be so tense," the woman said playfully, her laugh delicate.

The scent of roses in the air grew stronger, and John, his expression somewhat dazed, found himself involuntarily walking towards the sofa.

He looked at the woman before him and suddenly felt an impression.

This woman is truly beautiful! How could such a charming girl possibly have the capacity to harm anyone? He must have been mistaken; this lady was like a rose, delicate and undoubtedly deserving of careful protection, just as one would tend a rose.

John sat on the sofa, lifting the teacup before him, about to drink, but the next second a burning sensation surged in his chest!

[Ding! Successfully resisted one mental attack! Mental resistance increased by 60% for the next half hour!]

Heart of Dwarf!

The sudden warmth snapped John back to clarity.

He looked again at the tea in his hand.

What had appeared as a brownish brew was now unnaturally pink, still releasing steam and pink smoke that silently coiled into his nostrils.

He had almost been ensnared!

"I can't afford this tea!" John's voice sharpened as he flung the teacup in the woman's direction.

However, the faintly pink tea didn't reach the woman.

Instead, it was halted by an invisible barrier in the air, trickling down slowly and staining the carpet.

Seeing that his first attack had no effect, a flicker of interest passed through Amelia's eyes.

She looked at John and smiled lightly.

"It seems you've improved a lot since last time."

"This move no longer works on you, but... it doesn't matter. I can always find a way to handle you," she stated confidently, unsettling John.

He quietly watched as he gripped the Bloodthirsty Blade more tightly.

The blade trembled in the air, as if excited by something, or perhaps sensing the scent of blood.

The trembling of the Bloodthirsty Blade caught the woman's attention, but she showed no other reaction, just watching John calmly.

"I came here just to see you today. Don't worry, after I have looked my fill, I'll leave. You won't be troubled by me, and consider those people outside as a gift for our meeting," she continued.

"This place does indeed have some things that might be useful to you. You can take them all when you leave, but..."

She paused slightly, her gaze intensifying as she looked into John's eyes.

"I'd advise you to stop here with this matter; otherwise, you'll face much more trouble later. Victor can't wait for you too long."

John had been pondering, but the mention of Victor's name instantly enraged him.

"How do you know about Victor? What have you done to him?"

He had thought this was merely about dealing with the Dusk Sect, but he hadn't expected it to be linked to Archibald's affairs.

Without any hesitation, John drew the Bloodthirsty Blade! A streak of cold light flashed as the blade aimed straight for the woman's throat!

But…

John felt as if his blade had struck a protective barrier, unable to penetrate it!

How… how is this possible?!

He was acutely aware of the current attack power of the Bloodthirsty Blade.

He also knew very well how much strength he had used in that strike.

Yet now, he couldn't even breach this woman's shield?

John exerted all his strength, but found it utterly futile against the protective barrier before him.

"There's no need to bother; with your current strength, it's impossible to harm me," the woman stated calmly.

The gap between transcendent-tier and gold-tier wasn't a joke.

It was only because she found this young man somewhat to her liking that she had refrained from attacking him all this while.

John felt as if an invisible force in the air had entwined around his hands.

On closer inspection, he noticed a layer of pink smoke that had appeared out of nowhere, emitting a strong Rosie fragrance.

It felt as though he was immersed in a sea of flowers, and soon his mind began to feel dizzy, despite the mental resistance boost from the Heart of Dwarf.

He was struggling to control himself! How could his mind power, even enhanced by 60%, still not withstand the power of this Rosie fragrance?

The pale pink smoke twined around John's hands, gently forcing them open, and then additional wisps of smoke wrapped around his cheeks, creating a strangely intimate appearance.

The woman slowly approached as John realized he could slash her throat with the Bloodthirsty Blade with just a little effort.

But his body was gradually weakening, leaving him without the strength to command the Bloodthirsty Blade any longer.

The woman chuckled softly, reaching out to gently touch John's cheek, her eyes filled with admiration.

"You have really grown more impressively than I had anticipated."