My Wives Are Seven Beautiful Demonesses-Chapter 127 - No. Quest Complete!
[Location: DungeonโVampire Kingโs Castle]
[Floor Guardian Tamed] ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐๐.๐๐๐บ
Tti-ring!
[Floor Cleared: 89th Floor โ Vampire Kingโs Castle]
[Collected Souls of Vampires: 9997/10,000]
[Exp. Needed for the next level up: 23,999,075/24,000,000]
[Rewards: Random Skill Level Up, Access to Floor 90]
โStatus Window.โ
[Status Window]
โข Name: Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar
โข Race: Demon (Incomplete Primordial Fragment) / ???
โข Level: 180โ> 187
โข Job: Demiurgic Archon
โข Rank: A
โข Title: [Dances With Wolves], [The Forsaken Lucifer(Locked)], [He Who Shouldnโt Be Awake(Locked)], [God-Eater], [The One Who Creates in Defiance].]
โข HP: 7000/7000 โ> 7070/7070 (+500)
โข MP: 0/5090 โ> 0/5160
[Stats]
โข Strength: 800 โ> 807 (+50)
โข Agility: 619 โ> 626
โข Stamina: 700 โ> 707 (+50)
โข Intelligence: 509 โ> 516
โข Sense: 681 โ> 688
โAvailable Stats Points: 0)
Reduction in physical damage: 60%
โSystem, use that Random Skill Level Up card.โ
[โRandom Skill Level Upโ card is used.]
[Random skill selection...]
[Skill: Conquerorโs Coating] Lvl 39 โ Lvl 40
โSystem, now I am getting super suspicious. Except one time, where [Kingโs Call] was selected, every damn time [Conquerorโs Coating] is getting selected!... How is this random, then? From Level 2 to 40? Out of 39 times, this one gets selected for the whole 38 TIMES?!โ
The System did not respond.
Of course it didnโt.
It never did when I asked questions that brushed too close to truths it didnโt want acknowledged.
I exhaled slowly, steadying my breathing as the familiar crimson-black pressure of Conquerorโs Coating settled deeper into my bones. It wasnโt flashy. No explosion. No announcement to the world.
Just a quiet, undeniable weight.
The kind that made lesser existences instinctively bow... or break.
I flexed my fingers once. The air rippled faintly, like reality itself had stiffened its posture around me.
"...Youโre doing this on purpose," I muttered under my breath. "Youโre shaping me."
Still no answer.
Figures.
Behind me, the massive Behemothโformerly the Floor Guardian of the 89th floorโlet out a low, docile rumble as Eris patted its skull again, her tiny hands glowing softly.
"Good puppy," she declared proudly.
The creature, a monstrosity that could flatten a city district if unleashed, leaned its colossal head closer to her touch like a loyal warhorse.
Astra stared at the scene with dead eyes.
"...My king," she said faintly, "I believe my understanding of reality has permanently collapsed."
"That makes two of us," I replied flatly.
Sigh~
"Anywayโlook for the [Entry Permit], and Bob, take your crew to collect anything lootable!"
The words left my mouth automatically, almost like muscle memory.
Bob vibrated once in sharp acknowledgement, then took the remaining twenty-five [Shadow Infantryman] and surged outward like an ink spill across the ruined throne hall.
They moved with mechanical precisionโprying open collapsed coffers, dragging crystallized bones into neat piles, harvesting lingering soul embers from shattered vampire constructs. No chatter. No noise. Just shadows doing what shadows did best.
I watched them go for a second... then looked down.
Eris was still sitting on the Behemothโs snout, swinging her legs happily.
"Papa," she announced, patting the creature again, "puppy is good boy."
The Behemoth rumbled softly, a sound that felt disturbingly like contentment.
"...We are never keeping it anyway," I muttered.
"Eh? Papa no puppy?" Eris froze mid-swing. Her legs stopped. Her wings drooped. Her lower lip trembled, a faint shimmer of moisture gathering at the edges of her golden eyes.
But I didnโt budge, "Okay, then, choose one: Papa or Puppy."
"If you choose the puppy, then forget papa."
Eris froze.
Completely.
The dungeon itself seemed to hold its breath.
Her tiny hands, still resting on the Behemothโs bone-plated snout, trembled. The colossal creature sensed the shift immediately; its rumble faded into a low, uncertain whine, eyes flickering between Eris and me as if confused about whose will mattered more.
"P...Papa...?" Eris whispered.
The word was small.
Fragile.
It hit harder than any blade.
Astra sucked in a sharp breath. Paimon stiffened. Vael looked like he was about to crawl into the nearest crack in reality. Even Erebus, usually carved from cold inevitability, turned his gaze toward meโmeasured, unreadable, but alert.
Bob vibrated once. Very slowly.
A warning.
I crouched down until I was eye-level with Eris.
Not towering.
Not commanding.
Just... there.
"Eris," I said quietly. "Look at me."
She hesitated, then slowly turned her head away from the Behemoth to face me. Her golden eyes were glossy now, light wavering inside them like an unstable flame.
"Papa... angry?" she asked, voice trembling.
"No," I said immediately. "Papaโs not angry."
Her wings fluttered weakly. "Then... why Papa say forget...?"
I didnโt move.
Didnโt speak.
Didnโt intervene.
This wasnโt cruelty.
This was anchoring.
If Eris learned to prioritize everything equallyโif her emotional core attached indiscriminatelyโthen one day, when she was hurt, scared, or manipulated...
The world would burn.
She needed hierarchy.
She needed one absolute.
Her tiny fingers curled.
Thenโslowlyโshe slid off the Behemothโs snout and padded toward me.
The glow steadied.
She stopped just in front of me, hesitating for a fraction of a second...
...and wrapped both arms tightly around my leg.
"Papa," she said, voice firm despite its softness.
"Papa first."
GROWL!
"SHUT UP!" Conquerorโs Will slammed onto the Behemothโs soul like a mountain. "My daughter is sleeping."
Anger welled up in my eyes as my protective, or is it possessive, instinct
The Behemoth froze.
Not slowly.
Not hesitantly.
It froze the way concepts froze when reality itself decided something was non-negotiable.
Its massive jaw locked mid-rumble. The tremor that had been crawling through the floor died instantly, like a heart stopping between beats. Even the ambient mana of the dungeon seemed to flatten, pressed down by an invisible weight that did not roar, did not flareโonly existed.
Eris clung to my leg, eyes already drooping, tiny wings folding in on themselves as if reassured by something far deeper than sound.
"Papa..." she murmured sleepily. "Warm..."
I didnโt look away from the Behemoth.
My voice, when I spoke again, was quiet.
Flat.
Final.
"Stay," I said.
The Behemoth stayed.
Not because it wanted to.
Not because it was tamed.
But because something far older than instinct, far more fundamental than fear, had just been reminded of its place in the order of things.
Erebus exhaled slowly behind me.
"...Understood," he murmuredโnot to me, but to the situation.
He banished his spear and, in one fell motion, beheaded the behemoth asโ
[You killed a Chimera Vampire Beast King.]
[You have earned 100000 experience points.]
[You have collected (100) Soul of Vampire.]
...
[Collected Souls of Vampires: 10097/10,000]
[Exp. Needed for the next level up: 24,099,075/24,000,000]
[Level Up!]
[Quest Completed!]
[Normal Quest: Collect the Souls of Vampires! (1)]
Description:
โ Vampires are everywhere within the Vampire Kingโs Castle. Kill the vampires and collect their souls to receive special rewards. One soul can be collected from a single vampire, but on higher floors, there are vampires with multiple souls.
Quest clear condition:
โ Collect 10,000 souls.
Rewards:
โ Any one item available in the Store
โ +200 bonus Stat points
โ An unknown reward
[Claim it?]
Finally!
I stared at the floating prompt for a long second.
Thenโ
Claim.
The confirmation vanished without fanfare.
No fireworks.
No grand proclamation.
Just the quiet, familiar pull deep inside my chest, like invisible hands rearranging pieces of me that only the System could touch.
Tti-ring~
[Rewards Claimed.]
[+200 Bonus Stat Points Acquired.]
[Any one item available in the Store โ Pending Selection.]
[Unknown Reward โ Processing...]
The last line lingered longer than usual.
That alone made my skin crawl.
The System never hesitated.
Eris had already fallen asleep completely, arms wrapped around my leg, cheek pressed against my thigh, wings tucked in tight. Each slow breath she took radiated a gentle warmth that pushed back the oppressive chill of the castle.
I bent down carefully and lifted her into my arms.
She weighed almost nothing.
Too little.
Like holding a dream that might vanish if I breathed too hard.
"Papa..." she murmured, shifting slightly, tiny fingers gripping the front of my coat.
"Iโm here," I whispered automatically.
The glow steadied.
Behind me, the Behemothโs headless body still warm.
[Name: Kingโs Call]
[Level: 3]
[Type: Active]
โRequired Mana to activate: None
โ Creates a shadow soldier by extracting Mana from the recently deceased lifeform.
โ The odds of extraction failure will rise higher depending on the targetโs original Stat values, as well as the length of time since its death.
โ Share Senses: grants the ability to share senses with the Shadows, being able to use them as a means of remote monitoring. (New)
โ Number of shadows that can be extracted: 199/600.
...
So I did what any papa would do for his daughter.
"Rise UP!"
[Kingโs Call has commenced.]
[Attempting to extract....]
The shadow peeled itself from the Behemothโs corpse slowly.
Not violently.Not with resistance.
It was as if the creatureโs essence knew this was inevitable.
Black smoke coiled upward, thick and viscous, forming ribs, limbs, a hulking silhouette far more refined than the brute it had once been. Bone armour reshaped into shadow-plate, jagged yet disciplined. Burning eyes dulled into cold, obedient embers.
The new shadow knight knelt.
No roar.
No defiance.
Just submission.
[Kingโs Call was a success.]
[??? Lvl. 14]
โ Elite Knight Grade
I didnโt name it.
Not yet.
I stared at the kneeling shadow for a long moment, then dismissed it with a thought.
"Return," I said quietly.
The shadow dissolved, sinking seamlessly back into the darkness at my feet.
Erebus watched the process in silence, his expression unreadable. Only when the last trace vanished did he speak.
"My king, I guessed your thoughts. Earlier, you gave Lady Eris an ultimatum to establish priority."
Erebusโ voice was calm, but there was weight behind itโacknowledgement, not accusation.
I adjusted Eris slightly in my arms. She made a tiny sound, wings fluttering once before settling again, her cheek pressing into my chest like sheโd always belonged there.
"Yes," I said quietly. "She needs an axis."
Erebus nodded once. "Then you chose correctly."
Astra, who had been unusually silent for a full ten seconds, finally spoke.
"Wow. That was... terrifyingly mature of you, my king." She clasped her hands together theatrically. "You even kept her puppy, youโre going to surprise her, wonโt you? Truly loving father already~"
"Shut up." My cheeks flared from being caught.
***
Stone me, I can take it!
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