Chapter 179: A Huge Victory Party?

“…”

Rahu was speechless when he saw this; the Dimensional Devour was way too overpowered. Just its ability to absorb any element or Law made this ability way too terrifying.

And the system said, he could assimilate any amount of Dimensions.

One or two laws were already scary enough; what about a hundred? A thousand? A million? Or, heck, even the number ’billion’ was less!

Not to mention the resurrection part.

“No wonder it calls itself one of the forbidden physiques, if this was just one of the many abilities of this physique…Haah, I’d better not think too much about that for now.”

Rahu chuckled and shook his head, glancing up at the tower. A wide smirk broke out on his face.

“Well, well, it seems. Most of them are done, let’s go.”

He waved his hand and wrapped the three of them in a dimensional veil and disappeared.

…

Inside the tower

Azaria was panting hard while kneeling on the ground, with Seris and Zira lying on the ground. Breathing hard. They had just completed the sixth trial of defeating four humanoid light beings.

Azaria took a deep breath and slowly stood up with wobbly legs. She opened her mouth to speak.

“Alright, now let’s get back fast. Rahu may need us outside.”

Her voice was determined and also contained a trace of concern for him. Although she had absolute confidence in him…she, as his woman, couldn’t help but worry.

Just as Seris and Zira were about to reply, a playful voice echoed through the light realm.

“No need for that, I am done with my business.”

Rahu and the trio materialised above Azaria, slowly landing on the ground. Seris and Zira hurriedly stood up and rushed towards him.

Azaria too sighed in relief and walked over to him.

“Hehe, judging by your smile. It seems we have won!” Seris smirked and spoke in a playful voice.

“Indeed, congratulations, master. You really achieved the impossible!” Zira, too, nodded and spoke. Her eyes shone in reverence.

“Hehe, Rahu, we should plan a huge party for this victory!” Seirs said, there was a literally glowing bulb above her head.

Rahu raised his brows in amusement. “Party, huh? Sounds pretty fun,” he grinned. But then he paused.

“No, it’s actually a wonderful time to have a huge party.”

Suddenly, Rahu let out a laugh. Azaria looked at him confusingly. But he ignored her and slowly began to levitate. After reaching a certain point, he smiled and waved his hand.

In an instant, the space began to twitch and crack. Zira’s breath hitched as she slowly turned behind.

“W-What, no way!?” Azaria almost stammered when she saw the scene.

Behind them stood…cultivators. The female cultivators of Solterra and Yvaris!

Not one, hundred, or a thousand. There were a total of twelve thousand!!

“Y-You!? Who are you and why did you bring us here!” One of the women shouted; she was a girl from House Elyra.

“Yes! What are your intentions, and where are the rest of us?”

“Release us this instant!”

The woman shouted; their collective voices made Rahu smirk. The twelve thousand beauties were the finest and most beautiful among the cultivators that arrived in the realm.

Azaria and Seris looked at each other and gasped!

“No way, don’t tell me he— ?” Zira muttered in a shocked voice.

“Won’t his dick just fall off at this rate!?” Seris replied, her voice sounding scared.

“Shut up, Seris! Don’t say things like that!” Both Azaria and Zira slapped Seris from both sides.

“Oww!! You bitches! How dare yo—”

Rahu smiled when he saw the chaos beneath him, but he didn’t say anything. With a snap of his fingers, another woman materialised beside.

“Hm? Rahu? Wha—Oh” Miranthu raised her brows when she gazed at the scene below. She was confused at first, but when she saw the smirk on his face…she understood.

And from that understanding came shock!

“Did you really kill all the rest?” She muttered in a voice full of shock.

“Indeed, and I have a small task for you right now,” He said, moving closer to her ear and whispering some words.

The more Miranthu listened to his words, the more surprised she became. And at the end, she let out a chuckle.

“Are you sure about this? Well, I mean, even with the inheritance…” but she shook her head at the end.

Rahu took a step back with a smile on his face.

Miranthu took a breath. “QUIET!!”

Her voice, infused with Mana and her authority, quietened the chatters and conversations down below.

All the women slowly looked up. Mirantthu nodded when she saw this.

“Listen to me carefully now, because from this moment on, your fate has changed.”

Miranthu’s voice echoed with the tone of finality; it was calm yet absolute.

“You are the only ones who have survived the purge and have been separated from the rest of the cultivators that came with you. The other cultivators, whether men or women, are gone, Dead and Decayed. And now, what remains for you is a huge…opportunity.”

Her golden eyes swept across the twelve thousand women, causing them to tremble. Just as they were about to voice their thoughts, Miranthu raised her hand.

“There are even the members of my clan among you, so you do not have to think House Ravana is the one orchestrating this.” Then she stretched out her hand and pointed at the man standing tall beside her.

“This is Rahu. The one who conquered this realm and the Inheritance in the tower. He had shattered the entity and erased all and every challenge that stood in his way. So, before resisting…you should think twice.”

She paused, letting her harsh but truthful words sink in.

“Rejoice! From today onwards, you will be integrated into his harem. Not as prisoners of war or as enemies.” Her lips curled up slightly. “But as his women!”

Gasps and chokes rippled through the crowd of women. But before they could do anything else.

“Of course,” Miranthu continued, “Do not misunderstand your positions. You will be at the beginning and begin at the lowest rank as servants, attendants, and maids. Your loyalty, obedience, and usefulness will be the dominant factors to determine whether you rise…or remain where you are.”

There was a pin drop silence for a good few seconds, when her words echoed.

“W-What!? Everyone’s dead?”

“N-No way this is real!”

“I refuse to believe my husband perished!!”

The crowd of women was shocked when they heard this; they immediately protested!

Rahu smiled when he heard this; it was all within his expectations. After all, which women would just blindly follow whatever they spoke?

Just as Miranthu was about to speak again, Rahu raised his hand to silence her.

Taking a step forward, he stood in front of Miranthu. But didn’t speak as of yet.

Most women gasped when they saw him close-up. Rahu was like an otherworldly being, who had graced them with his presence.

Rahu finally opened his mouth to speak.

His voice wasn’t loud…but a tad bit gentle.

“You’re confused, you are afraid, you are…lost,” he said in a calm tone, his orchid purple gaze swept across the sea of women below, “And that…is natural.”

He took a step down, and his eyes suddenly took on a shade of deep gold. The moment that happened, the women went into an almost trance-like state.

“You can scream, you can deny, and you can cling to hope.” A mocking smile stretched on his handsome face. “Because believing otherwise would most definitely…shatter you.”

Several headstrong women trembled, and some clenched their fists; the rest just nodded slightly when their brains registered his words.

“But…let me make one thing clear to you,” Rahu continued, his purple-golden eyes shining as his tone changed.

“This realm and the people who had entered this realm were doomed from the very beginning.”

He raised his hand slightly, and the space behind him began to crackle. And a second later, it distorted. Forming a projection panel.

And what the women saw in that projection horrified them. Chains of radiant light, thousands of women bound, kneeling, and the rest…fallen on the ground, dead.

Their eyes were hollow and their wills broken.

A collective gasp spread through the crowd.

“This is the Radiant Monarch’s doing,” Rahu said, his voice indifferent. “That is a being—no, a God. Yes, whether you believe it or not, that god is a being who does not see you as people. In his eyes, you are only resources, cauldrons, breeding tools…Eternal Slaves”

The image then shifted and began looping endlessly. It was pain without death and obedience without any form of escape.

“These are just the ones that failed to complete his trials and…weren’t killed.” Rahu paused, his eyes narrowed at the women.

“They were claimed as slaves.” His golden-purple shone once again when he spoke the last few words. In an instant, panic and fear exploded through the twelve thousand women. Some instantly collapsed to their knees, and others began to sob openly.

“Do you think you have a choice? No, you never did. And I’ll remind you once again that the moment I leave this realm…It would collapse and vanish. You’d be either stuck here for eternity or…dead.”

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