However, confirming that he still retained his male identity brought Kloeber a great sense of relief. If he were to be completely transformed into a woman, he would find it extremely difficult to adapt. Just the thought of it made him feel uncomfortable all over.

  Once his mood had somewhat settled, Kloeber began to closely examine the cell that held him captive. The four walls of the cell were constructed from thick marble. He reached out his hand and gently tapped on the wall. A dull and heavy sound echoed back, indicating the wall's impregnability.

  After that, he paced over to the cell's sole window. The window was only fifteen centimeters in height, and it was crisscrossed with sturdy iron bars both horizontally and vertically. Escaping from this place seemed like an impossible dream.

  Kloeber sat back down on the hard bed and fell into a brief period of contemplation. "Well, the most pressing thing right now is to gain a deeper understanding of the worldview of this world," he mused to himself.

  So, he focused his attention and carefully looked up the introduction about the worldview in the Succubus system. After some thorough study, he finally obtained a preliminary understanding of the general situation of this world.

  The world he was in now was called the Isming Continent. It was a wonderful world jointly composed of various races, including humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, the undead, and demons.

  On this vast continent, humans were currently the most powerful race, occupying more than sixty percent of the territory. There were three of the most powerful human empires on the continent. In descending order of strength, they were: ①Goreya Empire, ②Taliesinwell Empire, and ③Slovanmo Empire.

  At the same time, there was also the Holy Light Papal States, which was established with the Holy Light Church as the highest faith across the entire continent. In the western part of the continent, there were chaotic and disorderly orc tribes and the Subhuman United States. In the north, the undead race constantly eyed the rich territory of the continent with covetous intent, having long desired it.

  In addition, there was a Demon Gate sealed on the western coast, known as the Devouring Ruins. It was said to have been the site of an ancient super empire.

  "I see," Kloeber murmured softly to himself, roughly constructing the basic framework of this world in his mind. What surprised him even more was that in this world, magic was indeed real and not just an illusory legend.

  With this thought in mind, he leaned against the cold wall and continued to search for more information in the system. After a while, he seemed to have discovered something important, and his eyes suddenly lit up. It turned out that in the introduction of the worldview, it was mentioned that although slaves couldn't resist their contract masters, if they could find a divine artifact, there was a possibility of nullifying the contract.

  "Then, if I can manage to escape and find the divine artifact, can I change my current tragic fate of being a slave?" Once this thought flashed through his mind, it took root and grew rapidly like a seed. Kloeber immediately stood up and walked over to the prison wall, starting to observe it carefully.

  "I'm afraid this wall is dozens of centimeters thick. Using ordinary methods, it's definitely impossible to break it," Kloeber muttered with a furrowed brow and a solemn expression. "Can't break it?" He was suddenly taken aback, as if he had just remembered something crucial. "That's right, Dark Mage!"

  He quickly opened the occupation skill list in his mind and checked it. He found that he currently had three skills in total.

  [Dark Fireball] Level 1, Attack Power: 5 points, Mana Consumption: 5 points.

  [Dark Magic Shield] Level 1, Defense Power: 6 points, Mana Consumption: 3 points.

  [Dark Eye] Level 1, Allows you to see things clearly in the dark. Mana Consumption: 1 point, Duration: 10 minutes.

  "There's mana consumption. Does that mean I have a mana pool, just like in a game?" Kloeber was filled with doubts. To his disappointment, he couldn't see his own mana pool at all, so he had no way of knowing the exact amount of remaining mana.

  "It seems that the only way to get an accurate mana value is by casting magic and counting the number of casts," he thought to himself. Otherwise, using magic randomly without knowing the value would undoubtedly be a waste of precious mana.

  Kloeber brought his thoughts back and walked to the cell door. He grabbed the doorknob with both hands and gave it a hard shake. However, the door didn't move an inch and was as solid as a rock. This door was made of pure iron, and its defensive power was surely stronger than that of the wall.

  The only offensive magic he had at the moment was the Dark Fireball, but it didn't seem suitable for breaking through this iron door no matter how he looked at it. "It won't hurt to give it a try. Since I'm trapped in this cell with nothing else to do, I might as well take this opportunity to test my magic," Kloeber encouraged himself.

  Without hesitation, Kloeber stood about five or six meters away from the cell door. Since this was his first time using the Dark Fireball magic, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

  The system promptly gave a prompt: "Please recite the incantation according to the following spell."

  Kloeber took a deep breath and began to recite the incantation aloud without hesitation: "With the spirit of darkness, I gather the power of fire and burn everything! Dark Fireball!"

  As soon as he finished reciting the incantation, Kloeber immediately saw a strange fireball start to gather in his palm. This fireball was completely different from the usual red flames. It was a mysterious purple color, with an eerie blue glow intermingled in it.

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  Moreover, the fireball kept growing larger. Strangely enough, Kloeber couldn't feel any heat from it at all. "It feels like it's about the size of a basketball. Let's throw it and see," he thought.

  Kloeber gritted his teeth and pushed the fireball forward. The fireball shot towards the iron door like an arrow leaving the bow, at an astonishing speed.

  With a loud bang, it was like a thunderclap exploding inside the cell. Kloeber was secretly amazed at the speed of the Dark Fireball. At the same time, he stared at the iron door nervously, full of anticipation of seeing it broken open.

  However, to his great disappointment, while the roar echoed through the cell, a mysterious purple magic array suddenly lit up on the iron door. In less than a second, the Dark Fireball that hit the magic array melted away as quickly as snow in spring, leaving no trace behind.

  "There must be a magic spell cast on this door. I guess it's to prevent prisoners from escaping," Kloeber shook his head helplessly, a hint of frustration showing on his face.

  But such a loud noise was very likely to attract the attention of the knights. Kloeber immediately perked up his ears and pressed himself against the cell door, listening carefully to the sounds outside. What puzzled him was that despite the big commotion in the room and several minutes having passed, no one came to check on the cell.

  "Could it be that the magic array absorbed the sound as well?" Such a thought flashed through Kloeber's mind. Since that was the case, why not take this opportunity to conduct a few more tests? He could also accurately figure out how much mana he had.

  Kloeber was determined. After making sure it was temporarily safe outside, he immediately started to channel his magical power again, preparing to cast the second Dark Fireball. Then came the third, the fourth. After casting the fifth Dark Fireball, he suddenly felt as if his magic power had been completely drained and he could no longer cast any spells.

  "It seems I should have about twenty-five magic points," Kloeber gasped, estimating silently in his heart. But he thought this might not be all of his magic power, and there might still be some remaining that hadn't been exhausted.

  So, he tried to cast the Dark Magic Shield again. In an instant, a blood-red magic shield formed in front of him, protecting him comprehensively. It lasted for about ten seconds before gradually disappearing.

  Kloeber calculated silently in his mind, "In that case, my magic value should be twenty-eight points, and I can't cast a second shield anymore." What about the Dark Eye then? With a hint of expectation, he immediately gave it a try and found that he just had enough magic power to cast the Dark Eye one more time.

  After Kloeber cast the Dark Eye, he began to look around. A trace of surprise showed on his face. Originally, he thought that the Dark Eye should be like the night vision goggles in movies, and the images he saw would be green and blurry.

  However, to his surprise, after casting the Dark Eye, everything around him was as clear as in the daytime, with every detail vividly presented. "What a magical spell. Calculating like this, I should have twenty-nine magic points now," Kloeber exclaimed in amazement. "Come to think of it, that queen is at the Grand Archmage realm, with a level between 110 and 130. With my current combat power, I'm probably no different from an ant in her eyes."

  A sense of powerlessness welled up in Kloeber's heart. "And that female knight Aena, judging from her realm as a Forbidden Palace Knight, her combat power presumably won't be weak either."

  Just at this moment, Kloeber suddenly felt something was wrong with his body. "What's going on? I feel like I have low blood sugar, and my whole body is shaking?"

  Kloeber wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and his body trembled uncontrollably. For a moment, he couldn't control himself and slowly fell to the ground. "I feel so terrible. Who can come and save me..." Kloeber's voice grew weaker and weaker, and the scene in front of him gradually became blurred.

  It was only the next day, after looking up the worldview, that Kloeber learned this was a serious consequence of exhausting his magic power. At this moment, his vision gradually blurred, and his consciousness began to become confused. Finally, his eyes went dark, and he fainted.

  "Wake up. Don't play dead. Wake up!" In a daze, Kloeber seemed to hear a voice that seemed to have traveled through endless darkness and softly reached his ears.

  For some reason, in this cold cell, this voice made him feel a trace of long-lost warmth. When he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the arms of a knight. When he saw the person's face clearly, Kloeber's mind instantly cleared. "Isn't this Aena?"

  When he first time-traveled here yesterday, time was pressing, and Kloeber didn't have the chance to take a good look at Aena's appearance. Now, he finally had the opportunity to observe this female knight.

  Aena's hair, as resplendent as gold, shimmered with a bright and gentle luster. Each strand fell smoothly over her slender shoulders, like flowing golden silk. That dazzling golden hair seemed to wordlessly tell of her noble birth and unique temperament.

  Her eyes, which radiated a golden light, were like deep and mysterious lakes. The water was crystal clear, yet they revealed an unreadable look of determination. She wore a pair of knee-high white silk stockings as white as snow on her lower body, tightly hugging her slender and straight legs, perfectly showcasing her elegant leg lines.

  The delicate patterns on the silk stockings sparkled with tiny glimmers under the faint sunlight shining through the cell window, adding a special touch of refinement to her. She was dressed in a dark blue female knight's outfit, which fit her well and just right accentuated her graceful figure and charming curves.

  There were several white nameless flowers tied around her waist. When the gentle breeze blew, the skirt fluttered gently behind her, setting off her feminine softness and elegance. Overall, she was so beautiful that she didn't look like a knight who had been fighting on the battlefield all year round, but more like a pampered princess.

  "Still not awake?" Aena slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows and stretched out her slender, jade-like hand, waving it gently in front of Kloeber's eyes.

  Kloeber wasn't bewitched by her beauty. Instead, he just felt that there was a huge gap between this woman's external image and her cold and stern inner character.

  "If you're awake, come with me right away," Aena said. There was always an involuntary hint of coldness in her eyes, as if there was an iceberg in her heart that could never be melted.

  But what struck Kloeber as strange was that everything about Aena, from her every move to her indifferent gaze, made him feel as if he was facing an emotionless robot.

  "Could it be that this female knight captain grew up in an extremely rigid and strict family environment, which is why she has such a personality?"

  Looking at her back, Kloeber, with his background as a psychologist, instinctively began to analyze her words and deeds. Kloeber let out a helpless sigh. Now that he was a prisoner, he could only endure it for the time being.

  However, just halfway through their walk, Kloeber felt his stomach growling with hunger. Since he time-traveled here yesterday, he hadn't had a drop of water or a grain of rice.

  "Is this how these people treat their servants?" Kloeber silently grumbled in his heart. But not long after walking, his eyes suddenly lit up. A rich and alluring aroma wafted to his nose.

  In front of him, there was a long dining table. The table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth that glowed with a soft luster under the sunlight. On the tablecloth, there were all kinds of rich and dazzling delicacies.

  There were rare birds that flew in the sky, fresh fish that swam in the water, and domestic animals that ran on the ground. There was everything. Was this just breakfast? It was already so sumptuous? Kloeber shook his head helplessly and secretly marveled in his heart. As expected, the luxury of the royal family's life really exceeded his imagination.