My Milf System

I heard the Priestess scream for help as I chased after her captors. My feet pounded against the damp stone floor, breath ragged and my muscles burning. The tunnel narrowed, and at the far end of it, l began noticing the light from the night stars. I pushed forward, bursting into the open air.

But when l emerged out of the tunnel, l was too late.

The thing that waited for them wasn't a carriage pulled by beasts, nor was it any contraption I had known in my old world. It was a Phantom Chariot.

I admit, when l got reincarnated here, l thought these things were cars. I had only seen them parked in noble courtyards or lined up outside grand halls.

This particular one had a sleek frame, black as midnight, and it shimmered faintly with arcane sigils that pulsed in rhythm with the throbbing blue core at its rear. Wisps of spectral energy coiled from its wheels—if they could even be called that—hovering just inches above the dirt. I was stunned by how it operated to say the least.

Then, with a burst of mana, it surged forward, kicking up a spiraling cloud of dust before vanishing into the night.

"Tch." I clenched my fists. They had taken her.

These people had to be filthy rich. Owning a phantom chariot in this world wasn't just rare—it was damn near impossible unless you had wealth beyond measure. And more than that, a vehicle like that required an immense amount of magical mana to operate. Only a highly skilled mage could keep it running. Whoever these guys were, they weren't just rich. They were powerful as well.

But that wouldn't stop me. I had to save the Priestess. My freedom and my quest depended on it.

Just as I prepared to move, a mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

[System Initializing...]