100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 340 - 339- Breeding God

And then it began to rain.

Not water.

’Gold’.

Fine particles of golden light drifted down from the wings like snow. Each particle glowed softly, leaving trails of luminescence as they fell.

They landed on the people gathered around Viktor.

On the old woman with the walking stick.

On the injured young man.

On the starving child.

On the scarred girl.

On all of them.

And the moment the golden particles touched skin—

’Healing’.

The old woman’s hunched back straightened. Her wrinkled skin smoothed slightly. Color returned to her cheeks. The walking stick clattered to the ground as she stood upright for the first time in years.

"I... I can stand..."

The young man’s useless arm ’moved’. Fingers that hadn’t responded in months suddenly flexed. He lifted the arm, staring at it in disbelief, tears streaming down his face.

"My arm! My arm works!"

The starving child’s hollow cheeks filled out. His ribs disappeared beneath suddenly healthy flesh. His eyes brightened, color and vitality returning like water flowing into a dry riverbed.

The scarred girl’s face... ’healed’. The ugly burn scar that had disfigured her for years simply ’vanished’, leaving smooth, unblemished skin.

She touched her face with trembling hands. "It’s... it’s gone..."

All around Viktor, the same scene repeated.

Malnourished bodies filled out.

Injuries healed.

Scars faded.

Illnesses ’vanished’.

People who’d been coughing blood moments ago suddenly breathed clear and easy.

Broken bones knit back together.

Chronic pain disappeared.

’All of it.’

’All at once.’

The golden rain continued for what felt like an eternity but was probably only thirty seconds.

And when it finally stopped—when the angel wings faded and the light dimmed—

The silence was ’absolute’.

Two hundred people stood frozen.

Staring.

Unable to process what they’d just witnessed.

Then, from somewhere in the crowd, a single voice.

Barely a whisper.

"Isn’t it... the power of a god?"

The words hung in the air like a pronouncement from fate itself.

And as if a dam had burst—

’"LORD VIKTOR IS A GOD!"’

"PRAISE THE LORD!"

"BLESS THE SAVIOR!"

One by one, people dropped to their knees.

Not out of duty.

Not out of fear.

Out of ’worship’.

The elderly woman who could now stand fell to her knees anyway, pressing her forehead to the dirt. "Thank you, my lord! Thank you! You are divine!"

The young man with the healed arm prostrated himself completely. "I pledge my life to you! Take everything I have!"

The mother clutching her now-healthy child sobbed uncontrollably, bowing over and over. "You saved my son! You are a god! A god!"

And the wave spread.

The healthy villagers who’d witnessed the miracle.

The merchants who’d come seeking profit.

The guards Viktor had hired.

The children.

’Everyone’.

They all knelt.

And as they did, something ’changed’ in the air.

Viktor felt it immediately.

A strange energy began flowing toward him. Not physical. Not magical in the traditional sense.

It was... ’faith’.

Raw, unfiltered ’belief’.

The conviction of two hundred souls that he was something ’more’ than human. That he was touched by the divine. That he was a ’god’.

The energy swirled around him like a visible aura—golden motes of light that only he could see, streaming from every kneeling person and flowing into his body.

It felt... ’intoxicating’.

Power. But not the crude strength of muscles or magic. This was something deeper. More fundamental.

The power of ’worship’.

And then—

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

The familiar blue window materialized in Viktor’s vision. But the text was different. Glowing. Pulsing.

[DIVINITY TRIGGER ACTIVATED]

[HOST HAS RECEIVED SUFFICIENT FAITH ENERGY]

[CALCULATING DOMAIN...]

[ANALYZING HOST ATTRIBUTES...]

[ASSESSMENT COMPLETE]

[CONGRATULATIONS]

[HOST HAS BEEN DESIGNATED AS:]

『BREEDING GOD』

[DOMAIN: FERTILITY, CONCEPTION, BLOODLINE ENHANCEMENT]

[DIVINE ABILITIES UNLOCKED]

Viktor stared at the notification.

Blinked.

Read it again.

’Breeding God? Do not expect less from a punk like you system’

Viktor’s eyes lingered on the system notification, his mind racing through the implications even as his expression remained serene for the crowd.

[BREEDING GOD ABILITIES - DETAILED BREAKDOWN:]

『ADAPTIVE PHALLUS』

- Cock size adjustable once per day (Minimum: 7 inches | Maximum: 12 inches)

- Size locks for 24 hours after adjustment

- Girth scales proportionally with length

- Current Setting: 8 inches

『ESSENCE MANIPULATION』

- Semen flavor customizable per partner preference

- Can produce nutritious milk-like substance from cock

- Pheromone control: Adjustable scent and taste

- Addictive properties: Each ejaculation inside a woman increases her psychological and physical dependency

『WOMB PENETRATION』

- Cock can pierce through cervix without causing pain

- Direct womb insemination for maximum breeding efficiency

- Triggers euphoric response in partner during cervical penetration

- Cum deposited directly into womb has 3x transformative effect

『FLAVOR ENHANCEMENT』

- Female partner’s pussy taste improves with each fuck

- Progressive sweetness/flavor development over time

- Partner’s bodily fluids become addictive to Host

- Maximum enhancement reached after 10+ sessions

『COCK ADDICTION INDUCTION』

- Each breeding session creates psychological imprint

- Women develop physical craving for Host’s cock specifically

- Withdrawal symptoms if denied for extended periods

- Can be temporarily suppressed through Host’s will

Viktor’s cock twitched in his pants as he read the abilities.

’Fuck,’ he thought, feeling heat surge through his body. ’This is... actually perfect.’

The system wasn’t done.

[DIVINE MANDATE ACTIVE]

[As Breeding God, Host must maintain active worship through physical demonstration]

[Current Faith Energy: 2,847 units]

[Faith Energy can be converted to:]

- Enhanced healing (100 units per casting)

- Temporary stat boosts (50 units per hour)

- Divine manifestations (500+ units depending on scale)

- Chances of breeding with the devotee increase if faith energy is transferred to her.

IMPORTANT: Perform Certain Breeding Tasks to Earn more faith energy

[Recommended Actions:]

1. Publicly establish divine authority

2. Introduce harem as blessed vessels

3. Recruit priestess as conduit for divine connection

4. Perform breeding rituals to sustain faith energy with multiple women and create a cult

’So I need to fuck to maintain the god status,’ Viktor summarized mentally. ’And the more public worship I receive, the stronger I become.’

He dismissed the system window with a thought.

The crowd was still kneeling, waiting. Silent. Reverent.

Viktor took a deep breath.

Showtime.

He raised both hands, and the gesture alone made several people gasp as if he’d performed another miracle.

[ Corrupting the image of what others see temporarily to create loyal devotees: 1000 Faith Energy used to blind the minds of people present in the premises. ]

"My beloved people of Millbrook," Viktor began, his voice carrying that perfect blend of warmth and authority. "What you have witnessed tonight is not my power alone."

Confusion rippled through the crowd.

"I am but a vessel," Viktor continued, placing one hand over his heart. "An apostle chosen by forces far greater than myself. The divine has seen fit to bless me—to work ’through’ me—so that I might serve you."

Murmurs of awe.

"I do not claim to be a god," Viktor said, his dark eyes sweeping over the kneeling masses. "But I am ’connected’ to the divine. I am the bridge between mortal and celestial. Through me, blessings flow."

He gestured to the healed people around him—the elderly woman now standing straight, the young man flexing his restored arm, the child with flesh on his bones.

"These miracles are not mine to claim credit for," Viktor said humbly. Even as his cock hardened slightly from the sheer ’power’ he felt flowing through him from their worship. "They come from the source. From the God of Life. The God of Fertility. The God of Creation."

"Praise the God!" someone shouted.

"Praise the Apostle!" another voice added.

Viktor smiled beatifically. "But a vessel cannot function alone. Just as a river requires tributaries, just as a tree requires roots... an apostle requires foundations."

He turned toward the platform where his wives stood.

"Come," he called to them. "Stand beside me."

Mira moved first, her heavy pregnant body swaying as she descended the platform steps. Her massive breasts bounced with each movement, drawing eyes despite the reverent atmosphere.

She took her place at Viktor’s right side, one hand resting on her slightly swollen belly.

"This," Viktor announced, "is Mira. My first wife. Mother of my first child."

Gasps.

"She is blessed," Viktor continued. "Chosen to carry the bloodline forward. Through her, the divine will manifest in physical form."

Mira bowed her head humbly, but there was a knowing gleam in her green eyes.

Helena descended next. Her enormous breasts swayed heavily as she moved, the fabric of her dress straining. She took position on Viktor’s left.

"Helena," Viktor said warmly. "My second wife. Caretaker. Nurturer. Also blessed with child."

Helena’s cheeks flushed pink, but she smiled radiantly at the crowd.

Kaida came third, her athletic body moving with warrior’s grace. She stood slightly behind Viktor’s right shoulder, crimson eyes scanning the crowd protectively.

"Kaida," Viktor introduced. "My third wife. Guardian. Protector. She too carries the blessed seed."

Kaida’s hand drifted unconsciously to her flat stomach, where new life was just beginning to form.

Bella approached nervously, her cat ears flat against her silver hair. She practically pressed herself against Viktor’s side, seeking his protection from so many staring eyes.

"Bella," Viktor said gently, stroking her head. The gesture made her purr audibly, and several people in the crowd smiled at the adorable sight. "My fourth wife. A symbol of how all races are welcome under the divine’s embrace."

Bella’s tail swished, and she nodded shyly to the crowd.

Finally, Elara emerged. Her pink hair caught the torchlight as she moved, creating an almost ethereal glow. She took her place among the other wives, though her pink eyes darted nervously.

"Elara," Viktor announced. "My fifth wife. Newest addition to our blessed family. She too will soon carry the divine seed."

Elara’s face went crimson, but she didn’t protest.

The five women formed a semicircle around Viktor—a visual representation of his harem, his breeding stock, his foundations.

The crowd stared in awe.

Then someone shouted, "What about the priestess?!"

"Yes!" another voice joined. "Is the holy priestess also blessed to be your wife?!"

All eyes turned to Olivia.

She stood frozen on the platform, her white robes seeming to glow in the torchlight. Her golden-amber eyes were wide, her hands clasped in front of her chest.

Viktor turned to look at her.

Held out his hand.

"Olivia," he called. "Come here."

She hesitated only a moment before descending the platform. Her thick hips swayed beneath her robes as she approached, and Viktor caught the subtle bounce of her heavy breasts with each step.

She stopped in front of him, close enough that he could smell her—something floral and clean, like temple incense.

"Olivia is not my wife," Viktor announced clearly.

Disappointed murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"She is something far more important," Viktor continued, his voice rising. "She is my ’conduit’. My connection to the divine source. Through her, I receive the blessings. Through her, the power flows."

He placed one hand on her shoulder. Even that simple touch made her shiver.

"Olivia will serve directly beneath me," Viktor said, emphasizing the word ’beneath’ in a way that made Mira smirk. "She will be the priestess of our new faith. The one who maintains the temple. The one who ensures the divine connection remains strong."

Understanding dawned on faces throughout the crowd.

"He’s truly an apostle..."

"If a priestess serves under him..."

"The church recognizes his divinity!"

Olivia’s eyes widened as she realized what Viktor had done. By positioning her as his direct servant—someone who ’chose’ to serve beneath him rather than being his wife—he’d essentially declared himself above the church’s authority.

He wasn’t claiming to be a god.

But he ’was’ claiming to be the god’s chosen representative on earth.

Which, in practical terms, meant he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and call it divine will.

"My lord," Olivia whispered, her voice trembling. "What you did earlier... that healing... that was true divine power. I felt it. As a priestess trained in sensing such things, I know the difference between magic and miracles."

She looked up at him with those golden eyes.

"How did you... where does that power come from?"

Viktor smiled.

His hand moved from her shoulder to cup her cheek. The gesture was intimate, possessive, and made several people in the crowd shift uncomfortably.

"I need your help, Olivia," Viktor said softly. Loud enough for nearby people to hear, but quiet enough to seem personal. "To refill my connection. To channel the divine energy properly."

His thumb stroked her cheekbone.

"Will you help me?"