The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"I can't believe this..." Sol sat on the edge of his broken bed looking at the goddess with an expression of disdain and disbelief. "This contract that you forced on me, does it have any kind of requirement?" He asked, staring at Ikaris who was prostrated before him humbly with her hands in her lap and her head slightly lowered.

"Yes, my lord," The woman responded with a smile. "I could find no way to cement your magic in this magicless world, so while you are indeed able to use your magic, you will also need to replenish it, and this world has no such properties."

"So when I've used it all up, my magic will simply be gone forever?" Sol asked depressed, but withdrew his thoughts when he saw the gaze she returned.

"Of course not, so long as I am here by your side you will be able to draw power from my dimension as many times and in however much quantity you please," She answered, slightly opening her mouth as a blush crossed her cheeks again. "Through intimacy," She added, and Sol almost choked on air after she said it.

"Intimacy?" He narrowed his eyes staring at the slave crest imprinted on her tongue like a tattoo.

"Yes, to show my unyielding devotion for my lord, I have placed my crest in several areas acrossy body best suited to pleasing you,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sol's eyes went wide as he thought about the implications.

"Everything I do is to better serve you-"

"Okay, I get it!" Sol snapped and grabbed her hands when she attempted to undress before him.

"M-my lord, you are grabbing me so roughly~!" Ikaris stuttered staring at Sol's hands gripping hers tightly. "This is my first time being handled with such... Assertion!" She closed her eyes and began squirming, causing the former warrior to grit his teeth in annoyance at her antics.

"So you truly went and made yourself my slave, huh?"

"Body and soul," Ikaris answered without missing a beat.

Sol stood and started massaging his temples, looking at his worn down t-shirt and his torn pants, and then looking at his apartment again.

"How pathetic I was back then," He thought. "I spent every day wanting to die, to escape the hell I thought I lived in, but after being summoned to another world and fighting holy wars for a whole decade, I realise now how ungrateful I was back then,"

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He shook his head and looked at the former goddess once more.

"I can at least get my old life back, and live in relative peace here on earth, compared to what you put me through, this life I used to live doesn't seem so bad, so I'll make use of it, thank you," He gave her a nod.

"I'll try to forget everything, my friends and spouse I can never get back, the lives, deaths, all of it, I'll take this chance you've granted me and live to the fullest of my ability."

"If you reward me my lord, your magic is replenished twofold," She remained on the ground staring up at him expectantly.

"Reward?" Sol asked curiously.

"Yes, any form of intimate contact will do, there are numerous crests all over my body after all, and in special places as well," She crept closer to him, and Sol felt shivers across his shoulders at the gaze she gave him, it was lustful, predatory, lecherous.

"How much of a pervert are you, Ikaris?" He asked out of curiosity, but regretted it when she suddenly grabbed his hand and placed it on her head. "O-oi!"

"Please, pet my head," She requested, and subconsciously, Sol began running his fingers across her hair, but before anything could happen, his door was flung open and another young man barged in.

"Oh my,"

"You're late again you dumb... Huh?" The man stopped in his tracks and stood there staring at Sol with his eyes wide and his mouth wide open.

"What was your name again?" Sol cleared his throat, looking at the young man and trying to remember his past life, was this a friend or an enemy?

"Um, sorry, I barged in without even knocking, where's the scrawny loser who usually lives here?" The man asked confused, alerting Sol once again that he looked nothing like his past self.

"My lord, I think he means you," Ikaris regarded Sol respectfully as she stood and took her place by his side, staring at the man with a cold and almost hateful expression after he had interrupted her reward and insulted Sol in the same breath.

"I'm the one you're looking for, Ken, it's me, Sol." Sol gave the young man his full attention, taking note of how well dressed and well-fed he seemed in contrast to the Sol of the past.

"Huh, no way," Ken stepped closer in and stared at him more closely, and then looked at Ikaris by his side and back at him again. "No way, Sol couldn't get a girl to kneel in front of him even if the world was ending-"

"Watch your tongue you lesser being, my lord has had many kneel in his presence -"

"Cut it out, Ikaris," Sol looked around at her and then back at Ken when she huffed and went silent.

Ken was wearing plain clothes, but they were brand new, his shoes, his hair, everything reflected the fact that he was well-off, and as Sol stood there he couldn't help comparing himself to this man who was supposed to be his friend.

"Who is this?" Ken looked at Ikaris again, ogling her barely covered clevage and staring at her exposed leg poking through the seams of her garment, she was stunning, what was she doing in this cheap rundown place. "Is this some kind of blackmail?" He scratched the back of his head with a smile. "Does this bastard have dirt on you, miss?"

"Bastard?" Sol narrowed his eyes and held out his hand when he sensed the hostility in Ken's words, as well as the hostility Ikaris showed after being ogled by a lowly magicless human.

"Okay, forget it, I didn't come here to get mixed up in any of your business, I need you to do another run for me, my client's been busting his ass off, and he's from your college so you get to go to school today, at least," Ken raised a small package he had been holding on to and shoved it in Sol's grasp.

"Ah, that's right, I used to do drug runs for this bastard because he promised he'd help me land a good job in his father's company, I was a pushover, no wonder I kicked the bucket with a cup of ramen in my grasp," Sol shook his head and shoved the package back into Ken's grasp.

"Deliver this filth yourself, I have classes," Sol looked at Ikaris as he walked past Ken who was too shocked to speak.

"Come on, today should be a Thursday, I have afternoon classes so we can visit the mall before we go.

"You are taking me with you?" Ikaris asked shocked as she gleefully bounced behind him.

"I figured you'd just follow me either way, plus I don't trust what you'll do to anyone who isn't me who walks through this door," Sol grabbed a set of keys and a wallet off a small table by the door and opened it.

"I'll buy you some clothes too, you are gonna draw too much attention dressed like a Greek goddess, I just want a simple life so there's no way I'm gonna have you draw attention to me, I'm buying you some simple clothes,"

"What is a Greek goddess?" Ikaris asked stepping through the door after him.

"Just come,"

"Yes, my lord,"

"Ken," Sol stood at the opened door with his slave. "What are you still doing in my shitty apartment, get the hell out and get lost,"

"What did you just say to me?" Ken looked around at him soaked in anger at being told to get lost.

"I said get out of my shitty apartment, and fuck off," Sol stood his ground as the man angrily stomped over and stood facing him with a scowl.