Is it all over now? Sylvaris floated alone in the void, the darkness pressing around him like a cold blanket, the world that had just crumbled now nothing more than fading echoes in his mind. The mory was gone. Aureve was gone. But he hadn’t returned to reality, not yet... He hovered sowhere in between, suspended in silence, weightless and alone... but unsurprisingly, not even slightly shaken.
I had no idea a woman like her would carry so much pain... hiding it behind that confident smirk and sharp tongue like it was armor. But maybe... maybe that’s for the best. His lips curled slightly, eyes narrowing in the dark as he crossed his arms behind his head. Since I plan to beco the next Demon Lord, it’s only right that I have a woman like her by my side. Soone who knows how to burn... and still beg.
He let out a soft laugh, low and amused, the kind that rumbled from the chest like smoke.
She might even help find and kill the current Demon Lord. Or hell... maybe ta her instead. His grin widened, the darkness around him offering no protest.
I knew the Demon Lord was supposed to be a vampire, but a woman? Hahaha—fuck, that’s amazing. Imagine fucking the Demon Lord...
His head tilted back as he let the thought fully take over, unashad, unfiltered.
She might lt my dick. But I’m ready to give it a try.
He didn’t seem concerned about the fact that the trial hadn’t ended. He didn’t panic. He didn’t scream for an exit or question the delay. No, Sylvaris was utterly at peace in the void, floating with nothing but thoughts of sex, conquest, and what kind of moans he could drag out of a creature that ruled over demons.
Typical Sylvaris.
[Congratulations, Sylvaris.]
The voice ca suddenly, soft yet commanding, slipping through the void like a breath against his ear—familiar, dangerous, unmistakably smug.
"Who...?" he muttered, eyes narrowing in the dark. He knew that voice. He knew it.
[What a pity... you forgot the woman who gave you everything. This power, this life... maybe I should take it all back...] the voice replied, feigning disappointnt, but Sylvaris caught it—there was a ripple underneath, like she was barely holding back laughter, savoring every second of her little act.
"Nyxaria..." he said with a grin, the na echoing through the void like a crack of thunder, his voice filled with recognition, annoyance, and just a hint of admiration. "Of course. How could I ever forget my master... the teacher who taught how to fuck goddesses."
He tilted his head, smirking into the darkness. "Hey, hey—listen. How about you let fuck you next, huh? I’m telling you, I’ll give you the kind of pleasure even a divine body like yours hasn’t tasted. I still can’t believe I only got to have fun with Seraphina last ti... not enough. Nowhere near enough..."
He made a show of groaning, hand to his heart like he was wounded. "I’m suffering here..."
[Hahaha! Ryan, that’s a good one! I knew I chose the perfect candidate to be the next Harem God.]
His smile snapped.
"Don’t call by that na," he hissed, voice ice-cold now, the grin gone, the weight of mory dragging poison into his tone. "I buried it long ago. Ryan was a loser. A fucking virgin who jerked off to phone screens and fake fantasies, dreaming of won who wouldn’t even look his way. But I’m not him anymore. I’m Sylvaris. The man who fucks who he pleases, when he pleases. The man who holds the power to conquer this world."
His eyes narrowed into the dark. "I don’t ever want to hear that filthy na again."
[Aww... poor Sylvaris. Did I hurt your pride? Did I dig up sothing dirty? What a pity that I don’t give a shit.]
Her voice was honeyed venom now, soaked in amusent. [I’ll call you Ryan when I want to. And if you complain one more ti, maybe I’ll strip your powers away... or better yet, I’ll remove your dick entirely. Hahaha! How about that? Scared yet, my little beast?]
"Fuck you!" he snapped, no hesitation, all fire.
[Tsk... no fun. I was hoping you’d beg a little, give a whimper, so entertainnt. What a waste. And here I thought I could tease you until you cried. Tch, you’re tougher than I rembered.]
Her tone changed again, a little more serious, a little less mocking—but not without that ever-present amusent curling beneath every syllable.
[Anyway, my dear Sylvaris... I reached out through the system because I wanted to personally congratulate you on your new achievent. And I hate to admit it, but I was impressed. I thought for sure you’d try to fuck Aureve right there, shove your dick in and call it therapy—but you didn’t. You actually held back. You gave her sothing real. You acted like a man. Not a beast. You understood her pain, her emotions... it was almost admirable.]
"What do you know of human emotions?" Sylvaris growled, rolling his eyes, teeth grinding. "You only know how to break people. Manipulate them. Tear them apart for your own gas."
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "And I don’t need your praise. I did what I felt was right. Nothing more. Next ti? I might let my dick do the talking again, who knows. Depends on the woman. Depends on the mood."
He hated to admit it, but a part of him had gone soft in that mont. And maybe... maybe that was the right choice. Maybe, had he chosen lust over truth, things would’ve ended far worse than they did.
But of course, he’d never say that out loud.
[Trying to act tough, huh? Fine, be my little alpha. But let give you a warning, Sylvaris—one that even your oversized ego shouldn’t ignore. The path you’re walking might just lead to your doom.]
Her voice lost its teasing lilt for a mont, dipping into sothing colder, more ancient—sothing real.
[Let give you a hint, since I’m feeling generous today. The Harem God System doesn’t just rely on your cock. It’s not just about who you fuck and how hard they moan. If you can’t love the won you add to your harem—truly love them, bond with them—then you might start losing your powers to them. And if that happens... they might even be able to steal the system from you completely.]
The words hung in the void like chains of divine law, heavy and final.
[You don’t want that, do you? To be stripped of everything? To be turned into a slave by the won you thought you owned? Hahaha~ Just imagine it, my little king. So let it be a warning to you—choose wisely who you bring into your harem. Love isn’t optional. It’s the price.]
The silence that followed hit him harder than her laughter ever could.
Sylvaris stood frozen, floating in that void, her words crashing into him like lightning from the fucking heavens. He didn’t flinch, but his breath caught. His jaw tightened. And for the first ti in a long ti... he thought.
Love...? Is it really necessary...?
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