My Milf System-Chapter 358. Grace

The Cathedral Church of Eldoria was as lively as ever, filled with people coming and going in steady waves of prayer.

Some recognized Asher—their male S-rank hunter—and waved as they passed.

At last, he stepped inside, Rin and Anna at his sides.

Almost immediately, his eyes found Priestess Seraphina. She was lighting candles at the altar, her figure framed in soft golden light. Asher approached her with a grin.

"Priestess... looking as divine as ever, I see," he purred, his gaze wandering. She wore a flowing white gown—loose and ethereal everywhere except where it strained against the curves of her chest, a stark contrast to the sacred surroundings.

"If it isn’t the pride of Eldoria. It’s been a while, Asher Reynolds." She extended a hand, which Asher took with a firm squeeze.

"Feels like an eternity," he replied.

After a brief greeting to Anna and a nodding acknowledgement of Rin—who kept her hood pulled low to conceal her demonic horns—Asher reached into his shirt. "So, I’ve managed to gather them all."

He pulled out necklace. Seraphina’s breath hitched; the color drained from her face as if the very air had been sucked from the room. "A complete Key of Ascension?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

"The one and only," Asher grinned. "And I want to Ascend. Right here, right now."

Seraphina swallowed hard, realizing this wasn’t a hunter’s boast—it was reality. She spun around, snapping an order at the nearby nuns. "Immediately! Ring the emergency bell! Do it now!"

The nuns scrambled toward the spiral stairs of the bell tower. Below, the worshippers who had been eavesdropping froze in shock. Then, the sound hit.

DING. DONG. DING.

The heavy bronze roar echoed across the kingdom, a relentless peal that signaled something far greater than a mere fire or invasion.

***

At the Hunters Guild, the GM Liloth Alvado dropped her pen, the desk full of paperwork forgotten. She stood, looking hot as ever in her gray shorts, high black boots, and a crimson top that mirrored her hair.

"What in the world...?" she muttered. The bell wasn’t stopping. It was a summons. She vaulted down the stairs, her voice booming through the hall. "Everyone! To the Cathedral! Hunters, knights—secure the streets! Ensure the civilians, the elderly, and the children get there safely! Clara, shut down the guild!"

"Yes, ma’am!"

Simultaneously, in the Market District, the chaos at Lick & Stick Enterprises reached a breaking point. A mob of noblewomen was practically storming the counter.

"We want the artificial penises!" they shrieked, shoving against the displays.

Banji held up her hands, sweat beading on her forehead. "Ladies, please! The Boss is the only one who can craft the slime dildos, and he’s out—"

"Liar! You’re hoarding them for yourselves!" one woman screamed.

The tension was ready to snap until the first toll of the bell reached them. The crowd went silent. The frenzy for pleasure was instantly replaced by the chill of a national emergency. Without a word, the market began to clear as vendors slammed their shutters. Banji and Kelly shared a look of relief and dread before locking up and joining the surge toward the church.

***

In a quiet corner of the city, Adrian stood shirtless before his mirror. He traced the jagged scar on his neck—a souvenir from the zombie apocalypse—but it wasn’t healing. Dark, necrotic veins webbed outward from the wound, crawling toward his heart like a localized eclipse.

He felt wrong. It wasn’t pain, exactly; it was a foreign coldness, a sense that his soul was being rewritten. He remembered the night it happened: He had seen a figure in the darkness. Its face hidden.

Before he could react, it had lunged toward him, it’s fangs sinking into his neck, drinking his blood.

When he fought back, it restrained him effortlessly. Clawed fingers wrapped around his throat—tight enough to kill.

But it didn’t.

Instead, it simply stared at him, licking the blood from its lips.

"You’ll make a truly spectacular pawn," the voice had hissed.

Then it vanished.

Adrian blinked at his reflection, shaking off that memory.

He reached for his glasses, but his vision blurred. He took them off, and suddenly the room was in high definition. He bared his teeth, recoiling as he saw four distinct canines lengthening into fangs.

The door swung open. "Brother, there’s an emergency—"

In a flash of predatory instinct, Adrian lunged. He caught his younger brother, Allan, pinning the boy’s arms with terrifying strength. He opened his mouth to strike the boy’s neck, but a flicker of his true self fought back. He shoved the child away, his face contorted in horror.

"I’m... I’m sorry, Allan. I didn’t mean to—"

Allan bolted from the room, screaming for their mother.

"What is wrong with you, Adrian?" his mother’s voice barked from the hallway. "Stop bullying your brother and grow the hell up!"

"I’m sorry, Mom," Adrian called out, his voice hollow. "It won’t happen again."

"It better not! Now get out here! Don’t you hear the bells?"

"I’m coming. Go on without me."

He watched from the window as his mother, his siblings, and his two fathers departed. He looked back at the mirror, then at a packed bag on his bed. He couldn’t stay. He was a ticking time bomb.

"I’ll only cause more trouble," he whispered, gulping audibly. "This is for the best." He grabbed his gear and slipped out the back.

***

Back at the Church.....

The Cathedral courtyard was a sea of people. Nearly every citizen of Eldoria stood packed together, eyes fixed on the stone dais. Priestess Seraphina stepped forward, her voice amplified by magic.

"I apologize for the sudden summons," she announced. "But I assure you, I bring tidings of great joy."

Among the crowd, Asher’s inner circle gathered.

"Think they’re handing out free food?" Brian asked, wiping a bit of drool.

"Glutton," Kira snapped. "Is that all you think about?"

Lorraine, the GM’s daughter, stood with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Beside her, Natalie scanned the crowd. "Where’s Adrian? Has anyone seen Four-Eyes?"

Cammy, Adrian’s new girlfriend, looked down, her pink bubblegum hair shielding her worried eyes. "He’s been... distant. Acting strange. I think something’s really wrong."

"I wouldn’t worry," Kira said with a smirk. "He’s a jerk, sure—but he can handle himself."

Their chatter died instantly as Seraphina’s voice rose to a crescendo.

"Today, the Gates of Heaven shall open! Today, you receive the Grace of the Gods! Our pride, our first male S-rank, Asher Reynolds, has achieved the impossible: He has secured the Keys of Ascension!"

Asher stepped onto the stage from inside the Cathedral, flanked by Anna and Rin. The crowd erupted, a deafening roar of disbelief and hope. The impossible had become reality. One by one, the citizens of Eldoria dropped to their knees, bowing in silent reverence to the man who held their evolution in his hands.

Asher looked out over the kneeling masses, a strange thrill running through him. He had really done it, hadn’t he? He had become a god among men.

To be continued...