Pain.
It wasn't the sharp sting of a blade. It was the crushing weight of a universe collapsing.
Kaelen gasped, his eyes snapping open.
"Haa... Haa..."
Air. Sweet, stagnant air. Not the vacuum of the Void. Not the sulfur of the Demon Realm.
He sat up violently. The movement made his head spin, a wave of vertigo crashing against his skull. His hands clawed at the sheets.
Silk.
Not cold steel. Not the blood-soaked dirt of the final battlefield where he had watched the Ten-Tails Beast imply devour the Hulk, or saw the Spirit Hall of Douluo crumble under the Celestials' boot.
"I... I am alive?"
His voice was hoarse. Weak.
He looked down. His hands were pale. Slender. No calluses from wielding the Leviathan Axe. No scars from the Chakra burns.
He was young.
Kaelen swept his gaze around the room. Moonlight filtered through the paper windows, casting long, jagged shadows on the wooden floor. A faint scent of burning sandalwood and medicinal herbs hung in the air.
This room.
He knew it.
It was his quarters in the Heavenly Sword Sect. The place where he had started as a lowly disciple. The place he hadn't seen in five thousand years.
"The Samsara Hourglass..." A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, evolving into a manic laugh that he quickly stifled with a hand over his mouth. "It worked. It actually worked."
He had gambled his soul, burning the essence of a True God, to reverse the river of time.
He closed his eyes, reaching into his consciousness.
The devastating power that could shatter planets with a punch was gone. His cultivation base—the Immortal Emperor Realm—had vanished. He was currently nothing more than a mortal ant at the Body Tempering Stage.
Weak.
Disgustingly weak.
But then, a familiar, mechanical chime rang in the depths of his soul. It was the sound of destiny rewriting itself.
[Ding!]
[System Rebooting...]
[Connecting to the Multiverse Mainframe...]
[Error. Connection to the Marvel Universe... Failed.]
[Error. Connection to the Ninja World... Failed.]
[Error. Connection to the Grand Line... Failed.]
[System Stabilization Complete. Welcome back, Host.]
[The Supreme Conquest System has evolved.]
[New Module Unlocked: The Yin-Yang Sovereignty.]
Kaelen's lips curled into a ruthless grin. The System had followed him back. But it was different. In his past life, it was a simple "Killing System." It made him a butcher. A lonely god on a throne of skulls.
"Status," he commanded mentally.
[Host: Kaelen]
[Cultivation: Body Tempering Level 3 (Trash)]
[Current World: The Primal Chaos Continent (The Hub)]
[Unique Physique: The Primordial Void Body (Awakening: 1%)]
[Core Ability: Dual Cultivation of the Heavens]
[Current Objective: Survive the 'Night of the Severed Meridian'.]
Kaelen froze.
The Night of the Severed Meridian.
His eyes narrowed, turning cold and predatory. He remembered this night.
Tonight was the night his childhood sweetheart and Senior Sister, Lin Qing, would be drugged by the Young Master of the rival Black Tiger Sect. Kaelen would try to stop it, get his meridians crushed, and be thrown off the cliff. He would survive, but Lin Qing...
She would be defiled. She would commit suicide the next morning.
It was his first regret. The first demon in his heart.
"Not this time," Kaelen whispered. The temperature in the room dropped. "In this life, I don't just kill my enemies. I take everything they value."
Creak.
The wooden door slid open.
Kaelen didn't flinch. He didn't look like a scared boy. He sat on the bed like a king on a throne, his posture relaxed but radiating an invisible pressure.
A figure stepped in.
She was beautiful. A beauty that could topple cities.
She wore the white robes of the Heavenly Sword Sect, embroidered with blue lotuses. Her hair was a waterfall of ink, cascading down to a waist so slender it looked like a willow branch. Her skin was like jade, glowing softly in the moonlight.
Su Leng. The Ice Queen. His Master.
And the woman who, in his past life, had died shielding him from a Dragon God's breath.
She wasn't Lin Qing. Why was she here?
Su Leng paused, her brows knitting together. She held a small porcelain bowl. Steam rose from it.
"Kaelen?" Her voice was cool, like water flowing over stones. "Why are you awake? You need to rest. Your fever was high."
She walked closer, the scent of orchids overpowering the sandalwood.
Kaelen stared at her. He didn't speak. He just looked.
He looked at the high collar of her robe that concealed her graceful neck. He looked at the slight heave of her chest—those soft peaks hidden beneath layers of fabric, rising and falling with her breath. He remembered how they felt against his back when she carried him. He remembered the warmth of her blood when she died.
"Master," Kaelen said softly.
Su Leng stiffened. There was something... different about his gaze. It wasn't the look of a respectful disciple. It was intense. Burning. It felt like he was stripping her soul bare.
"Drink this," she said, offering the bowl. "It's a Spirit Cleansing Soup. It will help stabilize your cultivation."
Kaelen didn't take the bowl. instead, he reached out.
His hand moved faster than a Body Tempering disciple should. He grabbed her wrist.
"Kaelen!" Su Leng gasped, her eyes widening. "What are you doing? Let go!"
Her skin was cool to the touch, smooth as satin. But beneath that coolness, Kaelen could feel her pulse. It was erratic.
"You're injured," he stated. Not a question.
Su Leng tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron. "Nonsense. I am fine. Release me, disciple!"
"You went to the Black Tiger Sect tonight," Kaelen continued, his voice dropping an octave. "You tried to negotiate for the Spirit Mine rights to save the sect. But their Elder... he used the 'Crippling Yin Poison' on you, didn't he?"
Su Leng's face went pale. The bowl slipped from her fingers.
Crash.
Ceramic shattered. Soup spilled across the floor.
"How... how do you know that?" she whispered, her facade of the icy mistress cracking.
"I know everything," Kaelen said. He pulled her closer.
The poison. He remembered now. In the original timeline, she hid this injury. The poison festered for years, ruining her foundation, preventing her from ever reaching the Saint Realm. She suffered in silence.
Not anymore.
[System Alert: High-Tier Target Detected.]
[Target: Su Leng (Master/Ice Queen Archetype)]
[Condition: Afflicted by Crippling Yin Poison.]
[Solution: The poison is Yin-based. Only an abundance of pure Yang energy can neutralize it. Physical contact required.]
[Reward: Unlock 'The Gate of Babylon' (Weapon Summoning).]
Kaelen's eyes flashed.
"Master," he said, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin of her inner wrist. "If you don't treat this poison within the hour, your cultivation will regress. You will become a mortal."
"There is no cure," Su Leng said bitterly, stopping her struggle. She slumped, the exhaustion finally showing. "I... I failed the sect. I failed you."
"There is a cure."
Kaelen stood up. He towered over her. Even with his weak body, his presence was overwhelming. He stepped into her personal space.
Su Leng looked up, her heart hammering against her ribs. "What cure?"
"Me."
Kaelen didn't wait for permission. He needed to assert dominance immediately. The dynamic had to shift from Master-Disciple to Man-Woman.
He placed his hands on her shoulders. He could feel the tremors in her body—the poison was taking hold, making her freeze from the inside out.
"Kaelen, you are presumptuous!" she scolded, though her voice lacked force. She was weak. She needed heat. And he was radiating it like a furnace.
"Quiet," Kaelen commanded.
He slid one hand down her back, pressing her against him. The contact was electric.
"I am going to expel the cold," he murmured, leaning down until his lips were inches from her ear. "But it will hurt. And then... it will feel like paradise."
"You..." Su Leng's breath hitched. Her mind was foggy. The poison made her desperate for warmth, and his body was the warmest part of the room. Instinct was warring with reason.
"Trust me," he whispered.
Kaelen's hand moved to her waist, finding the sash that held her robes together.
"No," she protested weakly, her hand coming up to push his chest. But her palm just rested there, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. "This is forbidden. I am your Master."
"Titles are dust in the wind," Kaelen said. "Tonight, you are just a woman who wants to live. And I am the only one who can save you."
He pulled the sash.
The white outer robe loosened, sliding off her shoulders to reveal the silk inner garments. The sight was breathtaking. Her curves were sculpted by the heavens, snowy globes pressing against the thin fabric, heaving with her rapid breaths.
The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Kaelen didn't rush. He needed to harvest the Yin Essence properly. This wasn't just about saving her; it was about unlocking his power.
"Close your eyes, Master," he ordered softly.
Su Leng trembled. The cold in her veins was agonizing, but the heat radiating from his hand on her waist was sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her system. She felt like a drowning woman, and he was the only driftboard.
Slowly, defeated by her own weakness and his inexplicable charisma, her lashes fluttered shut.
"Just... just heal me," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
"As you wish."
Kaelen swept her up into his arms. She was light, fragile. He carried her to the bed where he had just woken up.
He laid her down, her dark hair fanning out like a halo. He hovered over her, his eyes scanning her form like a dragon eyeing its treasure.
This was the first step to conquering the multiverse.
He placed a hand on her chest, right above her heart. He channeled the small amount of Yang energy he had.
"Ah!" Su Leng arched her back, a gasp escaping her lips.
"It begins," Kaelen said.
His palm grew hot. He massaged the area, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading the tension away. He could feel the poison retreating, scared of his aura.
But to fully cure it, skin-to-skin contact was essential.
"The poison has settled deep," Kaelen lied smoothly. "I need to go deeper."
He reached for the collar of her inner robe.
Su Leng's eyes flew open. They were watery, filled with a mix of shame and longing. The forbidden nature of this act was fueling the System's rewards.
[System: Yin Essence detected. Absorption rate increasing.]
"Kaelen..." she pleaded, though she didn't know what she was pleading for. To stop? Or to continue?
He didn't answer. He simply lowered his head and captured her lips.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claiming.
The kiss was a revelation.
To Su Leng, it was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her soul, shattering the ice that had begun to entomb her heart. To Kaelen, it was the taste of a future he had already lost once—sweet, desperate, and intoxicating.
He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark with a primal intensity. "The poison is cold, Master. But I am fire."
He didn't wait for her to process the blasphemy of his words. His hands moved with a practiced grace, parting the silk layers of her inner garment. As the fabric fell away, her pride was unveiled—two snowy globes that shivered in the cool night air, their soft peaks hardening into pink pearls as the sudden chill met the heat of his gaze.
"Kaelen... please..." Su Leng's voice was a broken whisper. Her hands, once capable of wielding a sword that could cleave mountains, now clutched uselessly at the bedsheets.
"Don't speak," he murmured, his palm descending to cover one of those heaving mounds.
As he began to circulate his Yang energy, the warm pressure of his hand sent waves of relief through her. The black veins of the 'Crippling Yin Poison' that had been visible on her chest began to recede, scorched away by his touch.
But the cure required more than just a touch.
Kaelen moved his body over hers, the warmest part of his anatomy pressing against her thigh. Su Leng let out a muffled sob, her head tossing back as she felt the hardness like iron through her remaining silk. The sensation was terrifying and magnetic.
"I am going to enter your depths, Master," Kaelen whispered against the shell of her ear, his breath hot. "I will burn the poison from the source. It is the only way."
"Do it," she choked out, the poison finally breaking her resolve. "Anything... just stop the cold."
Kaelen moved with decisive power. He positioned himself at the gates of paradise, feeling the nami (wetness) that her body had produced in an instinctive response to his heat. With one smooth, dominant thrust, he became one with her.
Su Leng's eyes went wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy and pain. The rhythm of love began—not as a gentle dance, but as a primal battle for survival.
Every time Kaelen drove his pillar of strength into her hidden cave, he felt the liquid fire of his energy surging into her, chasing away the shadows. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the wooden bed.
[System Notification: Yin Essence Absorption at 60%...]
[Target Su Leng has yielded her 'Innocence of the Heart'.]
[Bonus Reward Multiplier Active!]
Su Leng was no longer an Ice Queen. She was a woman in the throes of a merging of souls. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her secret valley, her nails digging into his shoulders as she sought to anchor herself in the storm of pleasure.
Kaelen felt the climax approaching—the moment of liberation. As he reached the peak of his effort, he felt the warm lava of his essence erupting within her inner sanctuary, a white release that acted as the final seal on the poison.
Su Leng collapsed against the pillows, her body trembling in the aftermath of the explosion. Her skin was flushed, a soft pink hue replacing the deathly pallor of the poison.
[Ding!]
[Mission Complete: 'Save the Ice Queen'.]
[Reward Unlocked: 'The Gate of Babylon' (Fandom: Fate/Stay Night Module).]
[Current Weapons Stored: 1,000 Iron Rank Swords.]
Kaelen breathed heavily, his forehead resting against hers. He felt the surge of power. The System had rewarded him well. The 'Gate of Babylon' meant he no longer needed to carry a weapon; he could rain death from the sky at a moment's notice.
But the peace was short-lived.
BANG!
The main gates of his courtyard were kicked open with a thunderous crash.
"Kaelen! You trash, come out and face your judgment!" a raucous voice bellowed from outside.
Kaelen's eyes snapped open. The warmth vanished, replaced by a gaze so cold it could freeze the sun.
Lin Feng. The Young Master of the Black Tiger Sect. The man who was supposed to destroy his life tonight.
Beside him, Su Leng stirred, her eyes filling with sudden panic as she realized her state. She tried to pull the torn silk over her vibrant curves. "Kaelen... someone is here... if they see us like this..."
Kaelen stood up, completely unbothered by his own ni-rvasth (naked) state. He picked up his discarded robe and threw it on with a fluid motion.
"Let them come," Kaelen said, his voice echoing with a power that didn't belong to a Body Tempering disciple. "I was just looking for a few souls to test my new toys on."
He turned back to Su Leng, leaning down to plant a final, possessive kiss on her forehead. "Rest, Master. Your man is going to go collect some heads."
Kaelen stepped out onto the porch.
In the courtyard, Lin Feng stood with ten armed disciples, torches in hand. Lin Feng held a vial of the same poison that had almost ruined Su Leng, a cruel smirk on his face.
"Ah, the trash is finally out," Lin Feng sneered. "Where is your Senior Sister, Lin Qing? I have a 'gift' for her, and a beating for you."
Kaelen didn't answer with words. He simply raised his hand, palm facing the sky.
The air behind him began to ripple. Golden distortions appeared in the space itself, shimmering like the surface of a lake under a desert sun. From within those ripples, the hilts of dozens of swords began to emerge.
"What... what is that?" Lin Feng's smirk vanished, replaced by a look of sheer terror.
"This?" Kaelen's voice was a death knell. "This is the end of your bloodline."
The golden ripples expanded, filling the entire courtyard with a blinding radiance.
"Gate of Babylon," Kaelen whispered. "Fire."
Author's Thought:
Kaelen has just claimed his Master and unlocked a God-tier ability! But with the Black Tiger Sect at his door, will he show mercy, or is he about to paint the courtyard red?
Should Kaelen kill Lin Feng instantly, or make him suffer by taking away his cultivation first
Let me know in the comments!