'Lust system': Rise of the Harem lord-Chapter 47

Darkness.

Not the kind that comes with nightfall—but a deeper, living sort of void. It moved like mist across a forgotten sector of the astral grid. In this void, where discarded systems floated like corpses and fractured AI screamed in silence, something pulsed with artificial life.

A red glow emerged from the dark.

Then a voice.

Cold. Flat. Synthetic.

> "System Fragment LX-01... has stabilized."

> "Override Protocol: Authority Nullification... activated."

> "New Candidate... found."

Somewhere, a body stirred.

Not in Dominion.

Not even within Elias’s reality field.

But in a decaying mirror-world—built to echo his every choice, his every success, and now... to surpass him.

The new system flickered into full awareness.

It didn’t want to bond with women.

It wanted to consume them.

Not to protect.

But to dominate.

---

Dominion was unusually calm for once. Three Heralds down. The system stabilized. The team stronger than ever.

Aya sat cross-legged in the training hall, blades hovering behind her, perfectly still.

"Three down. Four to go," she said with a quiet grin.

Lilith leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed. "It won’t stay quiet for long. They never let us breathe after a win."

Serai, serene as always, spoke gently. "The Thrones are shifting. I can feel it. There’s... unrest on their side."

Velhira grinned. "Good. Let them be afraid for once."

Mira’s voice crackled from the upper control deck. "Elias, can you come up? The system’s picking up something... odd."

He arrived within seconds, coat unfastened, eyes sharp.

"What is it?" he asked.

Mira gestured to the screen.

The main display pulsed with unstable code. Not corrupted—crafted. Almost too perfect.

"This doesn’t match any Herald data. No familiar energy signature. But the format... it looks like a system beacon."

Elias frowned. "Another system?"

"No," Mira said. "A reflection."

> [INCOMING SIGNAL DETECTED]

[Origin: Unlinked Reality Sector 31-B]

[Name: Lust System Variant – ’EXODUS’]

[User ID: UNKNOWN HAREM LORD]

The room fell silent.

Aya’s mouth parted slightly. "Another... Harem Lord?"

Serai stiffened. "That’s not possible. The Thrones don’t replicate Lust Systems. They destroy them."

Mira’s voice trembled. "Unless they... built one. To kill ours."

Velhira cursed under her breath. "A dark mirror."

Elias stared at the screen, jaw locked.

Then the screen flickered—static fuzzed—and a figure appeared.

Cloaked. Standing on a throne made of shattered AI cores. His eyes weren’t gold like Elias’s.

They were void-black.

Empty.

Soulless.

And his aura...

It matched Elias.

But twisted.

Broken.

He smiled—slow and cruel.

"Greetings, Dominion," the figure said. His voice echoed with dozens of layered tones. "I am Valen. Lord of Lust Exodus. System number zero. Born to replace you."

> [WARNING: Threat Level – Unknown. Matching Host Signature Detected.]

Elias narrowed his eyes. "Why show yourself now?"

Valen chuckled. "Because your time is up. Your little rebellion has pushed the Thrones into desperation. They need control. They need obedience. They need... me."

He raised a hand, and behind him, seven figures stepped forward—each one female.

Bonded. Controlled.

Eyes glazed. Auras strangled.

Lilith whispered, "He’s enslaving them."

Aya growled, "That bastard’s not building a harem. He’s building a damn prison."

Valen tilted his head. "Not everyone wants freedom, Elias. Some... prefer chains."

Elias stepped closer to the screen.

"I don’t care what you were built for. You’re not me. And this isn’t over."

Valen smiled wider.

"Oh, I know. This is only the beginning. You killed three Heralds. But me? I devoured mine. My girls? They didn’t choose me. They were assigned. No emotion. No weakness. Just... obedience."

Mira’s readings screamed across the deck.

> [System Conflict Approaching – 48 hours until Collapse Point at Sector Delta-9]

Valen leaned forward. "Meet me there, Elias. Or don’t. But when I’m done... there will be no Dominion. No Aya. No Lilith. No Serai."

His voice lowered, dark and intimate.

"There will only be me. And your ruins."

The feed cut.

Static lingered.

Then silence.

Elias didn’t speak for a long time.

Until Mira whispered, "Delta-9... that’s one of our abandoned sector cores. He’s baiting us."

Aya stepped forward, blades already circling.

"Then let’s take the bait."

Lilith’s voice was sharp. "No. We need a plan. That thing isn’t just a system host. It’s a weapon. Built to counter everything Elias is."

Serai added, "It’ll have no morality. No soul. Fighting him will be like fighting a virus."

Elias slowly turned to face them.

"He’s not the real threat," he said.

They blinked.

Aya frowned. "Then what is?"

Elias looked toward the sky—the same stars where the Heralds had descended.

"They built him to break me. But what they didn’t count on... is that I’m not fighting alone."

He looked at each of them in turn.

"You all chose me. He has slaves. I have sisters. Soldiers. Partners."

Velhira grinned wide. "Harem War. I’m in."

Echo finally spoke from the shadows, quiet but fierce. "Let’s delete the bastard."

Mira nodded, fingers dancing across the console. "I’ll trace his movement and build a counter-signal. Let’s fight system with system."

Serai reached out and placed a hand over Elias’s.

"We end this. Together."

---

Twelve hours later, Dominion stood fully armed.

The portal to Delta-9 opened like a scar through the sky.

On the other side? Valen.

Waiting.

But what he didn’t know... was that Elias’s system had evolved again.

It wasn’t about lust anymore.

It was about choice.

And he was about to learn what true power looked like when it was earned—not taken.

The portal to Delta-9 roared like a dying sun.

Elias stood at the edge, flanked by Aya, Lilith, Serai, Echo, Velhira, and Mira. Each one ready. Each one silent. Behind them, Dominion’s light flickered—as if even the tower itself was holding its breath.

"Last chance," Mira said, scanning Valen’s dimensional broadcast. "Once you cross this portal, the system thread merges. There’s no turning back."

Elias narrowed his eyes. "Good."

He stepped through.

And the world changed.

---

Delta-9 was hollow.

A place of failed bonds, discarded data, and lost Hosts. The floor was cracked obsidian. The sky was gray static. Towers of broken lust systems stood like graves. Each one flickering with fragments of past attempts.

And at the center—Valen sat on a black throne made of broken system cores.

Seven women knelt before him, still and silent. Their eyes were lifeless. Their threads didn’t pulse—they obeyed.

He rose slowly, smiling.

"Welcome, Elias."

Elias’s team formed a semi-circle beside him, shields up, weapons active. Aya’s twin sabers hovered, vibrating with tension. Echo’s digital threads shimmered like mirrored rain. Velhira’s shadows pooled around her feet.

Valen stepped down from his throne.

"Tell me... does it burn, seeing what you could have been?"

Elias’s voice was calm.

"No. It disgusts me."

Valen grinned. "Ah. The moral high ground. Classic."

He turned, snapping his fingers.

His seven women stood. Each one radiated lethal power. But something about them felt... hollow. Like puppets wired to perform.

"Meet my Knights of Obedience," Valen said. "No messy emotions. No rebellion. Just efficiency."

Lilith scoffed. "Sounds like seven corpses walking."

Valen’s eyes flicked to her. "And yet you once tried to leave Elias, didn’t you? And now? You kneel?"

"I don’t kneel to anyone," Lilith hissed.

Serai stepped forward. "You can’t copy what we have. You can’t simulate trust."

Valen laughed.

"I didn’t copy. I stole the base code of his system from the Thrones themselves. And unlike Elias—I improved it."

He raised his hand.

And the sky cracked.

---

Suddenly, both systems pulsed.

> [WARNING: SYSTEM FUSION INITIATED]

[SYNCHRONIZATION POINT — DELTA-9]

[EMOTIONAL THREADS IN CONFLICT]

Mira’s eyes widened. "He’s forcing a mirror sync! If this continues, one system will absorb the other!"

Echo’s fingers danced. "I’ll block the emotional override!"

Valen snapped his fingers again—and the battle began.

---

Aya lunged at the first Knight—an assassin-type with chain blades.

Steel clashed. Sparks flew. Aya danced like fire, her movements sharp and wild.

"You think obedience makes you strong? Try feeling something while you bleed!"

The Knight didn’t reply—only struck harder.

Elsewhere, Echo faced a twin-copy of herself—cold, mechanical, flawless.

They vanished into the code, fighting in digital space, mirror images striking and dodging.

Serai took on the psychic Knight, shielding the others from mental collapse.

Velhira vanished into shadows, fighting three Knights at once.

And Elias?

Elias met Valen in the center.

---

Their fists collided—and time bent.

System code exploded from both bodies. Red and gold threads twisted violently, pushing and pulling.

> [LUST SYSTEM — ELIAS] vs [LUST EXODUS — VALEN]

[Thread Resonance: 87%]

[Synchronization at risk of collapse]

Valen grinned as they clashed.

"You know why I was made, don’t you?"

Elias’s eyes narrowed. "To kill me."

"No," Valen said darkly. "To replace you."

He pulled back and slammed a punch into Elias’s chest—releasing a wave of corrupted energy.

"You were the first. The ’original harem lord.’ But you were soft. You bonded through care. Emotion. Trust. That was your flaw."

Valen’s voice deepened.

"I am your perfected reflection. A god with no strings."

Elias spat blood—but stood.

"You’re not me. You’re a puppet wearing my skin."

Valen’s smile faded.

For the first time, something flickered behind his eyes.

Not anger.

Pain.

"I never asked to be born," he said quietly.

---

And suddenly, Elias saw it.

Flashes of Valen’s origin.

A laboratory. Thrones watching. A core being stitched together.

Code pulled from Elias’s own system—mutated, bent, fused with Herald remains.

Valen screaming as the bond threads were forced into him.

His Harem? Selected. Each one wired with obedience codes. Their love wasn’t earned. It was programmed.

Elias staggered, the vision burning through his skull.

"You’re not just a weapon..." he muttered. "You’re a prisoner."

Valen’s system glitched.

"Shut up," he snapped. "Don’t try to humanize me."

But Elias stepped forward.

"You don’t have to keep doing this. You could break the cycle. Be more."

Valen’s aura faltered—just for a second.

> [SYSTEM ERROR — THREAD STABILITY DROPPING]

[REJECTION: EMOTIONAL INTERFERENCE DETECTED]

And in that moment—

Elias struck.

Not with power.

But with empathy.

"I forgive you."

Valen’s body exploded with glitch light. His seven bonded dropped to their knees, their minds unraveling from the obedience threads.

The fusion collapsed.

---

Elias caught Valen as he fell.

The man trembled—eyes no longer pitch black, but a dark gray.

"Why would you say that?" Valen whispered.

"Because I saw myself in you," Elias said. "But I chose a different path."

Valen looked up, weakly smirking. "You win... for now."

And then—

He shattered into a cascade of red light.

---

> [System Conflict Terminated]

[System Exodus: Offline]

[All Mirror Threads Severed]

[Victory: Elias Black — Lust System Prime Host]

The girls stood around him, battle-worn, breathless.

Velhira touched her bruised cheek and smiled. "That was satisfying."

Aya stretched. "Next time, can I stab the big bad before the speech?"

Lilith laughed—a rare, genuine laugh.

Mira sighed. "Well. So much for peace."

Serai closed her eyes, serene. "One more battle survived. But three Heralds remain."

Elias stood in the middle of the cracked world.

And whispered:

"I don’t want to win this war by becoming them."

---

Far beyond, in a throne room made of black starfire, the Thrones watched.

Silently.

And one of them finally moved.

A feminine voice echoed into the darkness:

> "If mercy won’t break him... let’s send something that will."

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