Chapter 60 - THE GHOST IN THE MANOR

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Nova slipped into Lucius Malfoy's consciousness with practiced ease—though this time, resistance met him almost immediately. Occlumency barriers woven from years of training flared in defense, their architecture sophisticated, layered, and reinforced with bloodline protections.

But Nova's mental power dwarfed Lucius's. And more importantly, he was currently in the form of Ghostfreak.

So he didn't need to shatter the defenses—Ghostfreak easily bypassed them. Rather than attacking the walls, he phased between the seams of thought, letting Lucius's own subconscious guide him in.

Inside, as he sifted through memories with surgical precision, Ghostfreak's anger flared—barely reined in.

Scenes of horrific cruelty played out—Lucius watching, participating, or ordering others to act. He treated the Cruciatus Curse as mere entertainment. Nova saw flashes of children broken in front of their parents, wives tortured while husbands were restrained.

It wasn't about ideology. They didn't care whether their victims were Muggle, Muggle-born, or even pure-blood. The so-called "pureblood supremacy" was just a smokescreen. In truth, it was all about power and indulgence.

Ghostfreak's fingers twitched, his lone eye narrowing. The urge to flay Lucius from the inside out flared—but he forced it down.

Soon, Ghostfreak floated out of Lucius's mind and took a deep breath—despite not needing to breathe, as he lacked respiratory organs. It's an instinctive human habit that Nova hadn't shed, even in alien form.

He had tried to possess Lucius so that he could force him to commit suicide. That would create far less chaos than a murder—Nova could easily disguise it as natural death using a mix of reality magic and his deep study of human anatomy. A clean disappearance would avoid political fallout.

Unfortunately, the manor's wards had a deep-seated anti-possession enchantment, keyed to Malfoy blood signatures. It was subtle—layered beneath external protections—but highly effective. Any mind-controlled or cursed subject attempting self-harm would trigger a magical lockdown and summon Auror-level alarms.

Although this world's magic wasn't geared toward direct combat like Black Clover's, its comprehensive magical systems were far more developed. Enchanted trunks and advanced potions were just surface examples of its intricacy.

Nova's plan had to shift.

His goal here tonight is to kill Lucius and control the Malfoy family's business and political influence by leveraging Draco against Narcissa. After all, Nova remembered how Narcissa had lied to Voldemort for her son's safety, that spoke volumes.

She might even spread her le—Ghostfreak shook his head voilently. Wait. Can he, an undead being, even feel lust? Or are Nova's MILF hunter instincts so powerful they bleed into his undead alien form? Terrifying...

Jokes aside, the plan was simple: use Draco as leverage, and subjugate Narcissa—not by force, but through the Trader's Contract.

She would be offered the same high-tier, mutually beneficial contract as Lily and Celise. But with less power, afterall Lily and Celise would control his entire buisness in their respective world's. In this world, he have already chosen Lily as the secratary so Narcissa will have less power than that if Lily, along with her son getting less benefits.

Like them, Narcissa would gain security, magical resources, and elevated status via the Trader's Shop, in exchange for lifetime loyalty and designated responsibilities.

In return, her child—Draco Malfoy—would receive access to the shop, resource discounts, guaranteed upgrades, and scalable benefits as the Shop's influence grew across the multiverse.

But unlike Lily and Celise's children who would enjoy a 60% lifetime discount on all Shop services, Narcissa's child would get roughly 10% discount with no added benefit of training to become as powerful as Voldemort or Dumbledore.

But still it's a staggering benefit, even though Nova hadn't even formally launched the Shop yet.

But once operational, the Trader's Shop would offer multiversal trade: artifacts, potions, knowledge, contracts, services, favors, even world-altering tools. Everything, except a few heavily restricted items.

This was Nova's vision.

Initially, he had considered branding himself as a "genie"—a wish-granter. And with his Wish-type X-gene, that would've fit. But fulfilling wild requests without enough power to protect himself would've been suicidal.

Now, with enough strength and a stable platform nearly complete, he could finally begin real interdimensional trading.

Coming out of his thoughts, Nova deactivated the Ghostfreak form with a pulse of green light. The alien's spectral body collapsed inward—leaving only his human form behind.

Instantly, the mansion wards detected him.

Ghostfreak had bypassed the wards by lacking magical resonance. But Nova's base form radiated high-tier energy—one with reality-altering properties. Though fundamentally more advanced than standard magic, its structural similarities were enough for the wards to register him as magical.

A cascade of alerts rippled across the estate. Internal barriers activated. Detection glyphs flared. Monitoring constructs deployed.

Lucius and Narcissa snapped awake. The room's ambient magic was now humming with charged tension.

Seeing a white-haired intruder with crystalline red eyes, Lucius's dueling instincts kicked in immediately.

Without hesitation, he raised his wand and shouted: "Avada Kedavra!"

A bolt of green death surged forward.

Nova moved in a blur. His Demon-Dweller Sword flashed into existence—its obsidian-black blade slicing through the Killing Curse mid-air. The spell was absorbed, completely devoured by the sword's anti-magic enchantment.

The impossibility of what they'd just seen made the couple freeze. Lucius stumbled back in disbelief. Narcissa, pale but poised, began drawing her wand.

Nova ignored the incoming hex.

He could already feel the manor wards priming themselves, reaching the threshold for full activation.

He didn't wait.

His four-leaf clover grimoire manifested beside him, flipping through its glowing pages with a low hum. When the correct spell shone in runes, he raised the Demon-Dweller Sword and spoke:

"Anti-Magic Domain."

A pitch-black field surged outward from the blade, spherical and absolute.

The effect was instant.

The wards deactivated. Lighting crystals shattered. Preloaded enchantments dissolved. The couple's wands turned inert—no more magical than sticks.

Even Narcissa's forming hex fizzled into the air.

Lucius stumbled backward, eyes darting between Nova and the now useless wand in his hand.

Overcoming his fear, he croaked,

"Who are you? I can give you money..."

Nova stepped forward, cold and steady.

"Who am I?" he said quietly.

"You don't need to know, dead men don't remember. All you need to understand… is that you shouldn't have sent those werewolves."

Lucius staggered back, pale and trembling. The useless wand slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor. He looked between Nova's glowing red eyes and the black sword now humming with quiet menace.

"You—You can't just kill me. I'm a Malfoy! The Ministry—" Lucius tried to muster his composure, but it cracked with every syllable.

Nova's expression didn't change. "You really think the Ministry even know? Do you think I would leave any evidence behind?"

Narcissa stood frozen, wand clenched tightly in her fist—until it sparked uselessly and went dead in her hand. Her eyes flicked to her husband, then to Nova.

"Who are you?" she demanded, voice quiet but steely. "What do you want?"

Nova's head tilted slightly.

"I want accountability. And I don't like cleaning up messes I didn't make."

He vanished in a pulse of speed—not with sound or light, just gone—and reappeared directly in front of Lucius, standing chest to chest.

Lucius let out a strangled gasp, but before he could move—

Nova's right hand slammed flat over Lucius's chest, directly over the heart.

A flicker of golden-white light spread from Nova's palm, faint but surgical. His fingers flexed slightly, feeling beneath skin, bone, and muscle.

"Stop."

The word wasn't loud, but it resonated.

Lucius's entire body seized.

Reality folded—not with drama, but with precision. Every electrical signal traveling from Lucius's sinoatrial node—the heart's natural pacemaker—was unraveled. The heartbeat stopped. Completely.

His eyes widened in sheer terror. He opened his mouth to scream—but nothing came.

A moment later, Nova's left hand tapped Lucius's temple, index and middle finger pressing lightly.

"Erase."

Another glow, this time laced with deep blue strands. A targeted reality shift, combined with his in-depth knowledge of human neuroanatomy.

A cluster of neurons in the medial prefrontal cortex—responsible for magical cognition and motor processing—were ruptured with atomic precision. The damage didn't leave a mark. No blood. No trauma. But inside Lucius's skull, the vital system that kept his higher function alive blinked out.

Lucius Malfoy dropped like a puppet with its strings cut—dead before his knees hit the floor.

Narcissa gasped and stepped back instinctively, her breath catching as her husband collapsed at Nova's feet.

"W-What did you do?" she asked, voice just above a whisper.

Nova didn't turn around. He crouched briefly to close Lucius's eyes, then stood again.

"I stopped his heart. Then I disabled a small cluster of neurons that would've allowed revival. Nothing flashy. No traces. No Dark magic. Now no medical procedure could revive him. Even when they inspect the dead body, all they would find is heart and brain failure."

He turned to face her, voice calm.

"But don't worry, I won't kill you....but I can't say same about your son.."

Narcissa paled upon hearing this and almost begged," Please dont do anything to my child."

The Trader smiled widely.

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