Aurora Village – 12:03 AM
Alex's POV
The summoning circle pulsed like a dying star—crimson veins threading through gold. Lyra stood at his left, sword planted point-down in the dirt, wings half-spread for balance. Blood still dripped from her blade, hissing where it touched the runes.
Alex's voice was steady now, post-orgasm clarity sharpening his thoughts.
"Name her… Elara."
The circle exploded upward in a column of emerald fire. Wind screamed. Leaves spiraled. A second woman stepped out barefoot, bow across her back, quiver humming with fletched arrows that glowed like fireflies.
[Unit Summoned: Elara – Moonshadow Archer]
Level: 12
Class: Divine Huntress
Loyalty: 100% (Irrevocable)
Hidden Trait: Goddess Fragment #2 – Hunt (Sealed)
Skills: Pinpoint Shot IV, Phantom Step III, Moonlit Barrage II
Elara's hair was midnight blue, braided with silver cords. Her armor—leaf-green leather reinforced with living vines—left her midriff bare, revealing a tattoo of a crescent moon over her navel. Eyes the color of storm clouds locked on Alex with predatory focus.
She knelt, bow touching the ground. "My arrows fly for you alone, my King."
Lyra smirked. "Took you long enough, sister."
Elara's lips curved. "Some of us prefer range."
[World Chat – Global]
Player42069: "HE DID IT AGAIN. TWO WAIFUS IN ONE NIGHT?!"
QueenBitch99: "Summon spam. Nerf incoming."
IronFistLord: "Reporting for hax. Where's the mod button?"
Alex muted it. Focus.
He turned to his new archer. "Perimeter sweep. Mark high ground. We're fortifying at dawn."
Elara rose, already nocking an arrow that shimmered into existence. "As you command." She vanished into the treeline with a rustle of leaves.
Lyra sheathed her sword. "Sleep, my King. I'll take first watch."
He wanted to argue—strategy, defenses, resource allocation—but his body betrayed him. The bed was calling. He stumbled inside, collapsed face-first into pillows that smelled like Lyra, and passed out.
Iron Bastion – 120 km Northeast
Lord Marcus "IronFist" Kane's POV
Marcus stared at the holographic map projected above his war table, knuckles white around a tankard of ale that had gone warm an hour ago.
[Territory: Iron Bastion (Village Lv.2)]
Population: 87 / 100
Army: 43 Ironclad Spearmen (Lv.5-7)
Defenses: Stone Wall (Lv.1), Ballista x2
His ability: Forge Legion – summon endless iron golems, but each cost 10x the resources of a human soldier. Efficient. Brutal. Boring.
The global announcement still burned in his vision.
Lord Alex has summoned [Elara – Moonshadow Archer]. Second subordinate in 6 hours.
Marcus slammed the tankard down. Ale sloshed over the edge.
"Two," he growled. "In six hours. My golems take days."
His advisor—a grizzled ex-marine named Reyes—cleared his throat. "Sir, intel says the kid's village is undefended. One good push—"
"No." Marcus cut him off. "We watch. We wait. Anyone who summons that fast has a hidden multiplier. I want eyes on Aurora before we commit."
Reyes hesitated. "World Chat's calling him 'Waifu Lord.'"
Marcus's laugh was bitter. "Let them laugh. Laughs don't stop arrows. Or cocks."
He zoomed the map. Aurora Village glowed green—1 km², no walls, two structures. Pathetic.
But two goddesses.
Marcus drained the ale. "Triple the night patrols. If he summons a third before dawn, we mobilize."
Silvermoon Enclave – 80 km South
Lady Seraphina "QueenBitch" Voss's POV
Seraphina lounged on a throne of living silver, legs crossed, one stiletto heel tapping rhythmically. Her palace—already a Town Lv.1—was a masterpiece of elven architecture fused with Earth prefab tech. Crystal chandeliers floated without wires. Walls shifted to display live feeds from scrying orbs.
Her ability: Mirror Dominion – create perfect duplicates of any creature she'd seen, including players. Loyalty 80%. Close enough.
Currently, three duplicates stood before her:
A copy of IronFist's best golem (upgraded with silver plating).
A copy of a native elf ranger (now wearing her colors).
A copy of herself (for… reasons).
The global announcement flashed across every surface.
Lord Alex has summoned [Elara – Moonshadow Archer].
Seraphina's heel stopped tapping.
"Two," she said softly. "And both female."
Her advisor—a sleek android she'd duplicated from a Tokyo tech mogul—spoke in a synthesized voice. "Pattern suggests harem mechanic. Possible evolution tree tied to—"
"I don't care about the tree," Seraphina snapped. "I care about the fruit."
She stood, silk dress whispering around her ankles. "Send a duplicate of the elf ranger to Aurora. Offer alliance. Trade. Anything. I want to see these 'subordinates' up close."
The android bowed. "And if he refuses?"
Seraphina smiled, slow and sharp. "Then we take one. Break her. Learn the summon code."
She flicked a wrist. The duplicate elf melted into silver liquid, then re-formed wearing traveler's cloaks. It bowed and vanished through a portal.
Seraphina turned back to the map. "Waifu Lord," she murmured. "Let's see how loyal your toys really are."
Demon Realms – The Ashen Rift
Lord Veyra's POV (SSS-Rank Tease)
Deep beneath a volcano that bled lava like tears, Veyra floated in a pool of liquid shadow. Her body was a suggestion—curves of darkness given form, eyes like dying stars. No one had seen her true face. No one ever would.
Her ability: Reality Rewrite – limited to one sentence per day, but absolute. Yesterday, she'd written:
"The Ashen Rift shall birth an army of 10,000 shadow wraiths."
They knelt before her now, silent, endless.
The global feed flickered in the air.
Lord Alex has summoned [Elara – Moonshadow Archer].
Veyra's laughter echoed through the cavern, shaking stalactites.
"Fragments," she whispered. "He's collecting fragments."
One wraith stirred. "Mistress?"
She ignored it, tracing a claw through the feed. Alex's face appeared—young, flushed, virgin until tonight. Lyra's wings. Elara's bow.
"War and Hunt," Veyra mused. "Who's next? Love? Wisdom? Lust?"
She leaned back, shadows coiling around her like lovers.
"Let him build his little harem. Let the world fawn. When he has all twelve…"
She smiled, teeth like black holes.
"I'll rewrite the sentence: 'Alex's subordinates belong to me.'"
The wraiths shuddered. The volcano rumbled in agreement.
Aurora Village – 4:17 AM
Alex's POV – Dream Sequence
He dreamed of a woman made of starlight, twelve silhouettes orbiting her like moons. Each reached for him, whispering:
"War is only the beginning."
"Hunt the hunters."
"Love will break you."
"Create us. Complete us."
He woke gasping, sheets tangled, cock hard again. Lyra was asleep beside him, one wing draped over his chest like a blanket. Elara stood at the window, bow drawn, eyes on the horizon.
"Movement," Elara said without turning. "Single entity. Humanoid. Approaching under white flag."
Alex sat up. "Hostile?"
"Unclear. Smells like… silver."
Lyra stirred, instantly alert. "Scout or assassin. Either way, we greet them with steel."
Alex dressed quickly—System-granted linen pants and a tunic that fit like it was tailored. He stepped outside.
The figure emerged from the treeline: an elf woman, hands raised, no weapons visible. Silver hair. Violet eyes. A duplicate.
She stopped ten meters away, bowing low.
"Lady Seraphina of Silvermoon sends greetings," she said, voice melodic. "She offers alliance. Trade. And…"
Her eyes flicked to Lyra, then Elara, lingering.
"…a personal introduction."
Lyra's sword was out in a blink. Elara's arrow nocked.
Alex raised a hand. "Terms?"
The duplicate smiled. "One night in your village. Unarmed. She wants to meet your… summons."
World Chat pinged in the corner of his vision.
QueenBitch99: "Clock's ticking, Waifu Lord. Tick-tock."
Alex looked at his two goddesses—War and Hunt—then at the elf.
"Tell Seraphina," he said, voice steady, "she can come. But if she tries to take what's mine…"
He let the threat hang.
The duplicate bowed again and melted into silver mist, vanishing.
Lyra sheathed her sword. "Trap?"
"Definitely," Alex said. "But traps can be sprung both ways."
Elara lowered her bow. "I'll take the ridge. Moon's full—perfect sniping."
Lyra cracked her knuckles. "I'll greet her at the gate. With a smile."
Alex exhaled. The strategist in him was already mapping angles, chokepoints, escape routes.
They think I'm a joke. A virgin with lucky summons.
Let them.
He turned to the summoning circle, still warm from Elara's birth.
"One more before dawn," he muttered. "Insurance."
He tapped the empty slot.
The circle flared—this time, soft pink light.
"Name her… Sylph."
Wind howled. Petals swirled. A third woman stepped out, barefoot, dressed in gossamer that barely qualified as clothing. Pink hair, golden eyes, a staff of living cherry blossoms.
[Unit Summoned: Sylph – Blossom Sage]
Level: 11
Class: Divine Healer
Hidden Trait: Goddess Fragment #3 – Love (Sealed)
She smiled, gentle and devastating. "Did I miss the fun?"
Lyra and Elara exchanged glances.
Alex grinned. "Just getting started."
[Global Announcement]
Lord Alex has summoned [Sylph – Blossom Sage]. Third subordinate in under 12 hours!
Achievement Unlocked: Harem Prodigy – +1000 Fame, +5 Territory Points
World Chat imploded.
Marcus in Iron Bastion crushed his tankard.
Seraphina in Silvermoon hissed a curse.
Veyra in the Ashen Rift laughed until the volcano cracked.
Alex looked at his three goddesses—War, Hunt, Love—and felt the weight of an empire settle on his shoulders.
"Dawn in two hours," he said. "We build walls. We set traps. And we send a message."
Sylph twirled her staff. Healing petals drifted around her. "May I suggest… flowers that explode?"
Elara nocked an arrow. "I'll mark the kill zones."
Lyra cracked her neck. "I'll sharpen the welcome mat."
Alex nodded. "Operation: Fuck Around and Find Out—begins now."