My Wives Are Seven Beautiful Demonesses-Chapter 72 - No. Demiurgic Archon
[Congratulations. You have been granted the Job โ Demiurgic Heir] ๐ฏ๐ป๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ท๐๐ฟ๐๐.๐๐ธ๐ข
Only now...
Only now could I spit out a sigh of relief.
"Fuu...."
What a difficult battle this had been.
[Will you accept this Job?]
"I will."
As if it were waiting, the System immediately displayed the following messages.
Tti-ring!
[Your Job has been set.]
[You will now be given the opportunity to change to a higher-ranked version of this Job through the amount of advancement points accumulated.]
[Calculations have begun.]
[Tallying up your advancement points....]
While that was going on, I looked at my remaining HP.
[HP: 17/2560]
"Haah..." A shaky exhale escaped me. My body felt like shredded parchment barely held together by willpower. My vision flickered between light and darkโSystem notifications blooming like dying stars before my eyes.
Tti-ring!
I reflexively raised my head.
[Youโve exceeded the expected time limit!]
[Bonus points will be granted.]
Bonus points, it said. But that was rather obvious.
โNot sure how long the expected time was, but well, I did endure for quite a long time, didnโt I?โ
I began smirking in satisfaction, then all of a sudden, several messages inundated my vision.
[You did not use Immediate Return Stone!]
[Bonus points will be granted.]
[You eliminated Fragment ฮฑ-01!]
[Massive Bonus points will be granted.]
[Total advancement points tally has exceeded the Job-specific point limit.]
[According to the Contract, you will be given a special reward.]
Tti-ring! tti-ring! Tti-ring!
โWhatโs this?โ
My ears hurt from all the beepings, but my focus was fixed elsewhere, and I didnโt care anymore. As a matter of fact, I couldnโt even hear those beeps now.
โA special reward?โ
Those words jumped right up at me.
A reward.
Not only that, it was โspecialโ, too.
Soon, follow-up messages popped up.
Tti-ring!
[Your Job has been upgraded from โDemiurgic Heirโ to โDemiurgic Archon.โ]
The words hung in front of meโeach letter radiating golden aetheric light, alive, pulsing. The text didnโt just appear; it carved itself into the world like divine authority being written into reality.
Thenโ
Tti-ring!
[Job Advancement Complete.]
[You have acquired Job-specific skills.]
[Unique Authority Unlocked โ "Genesis Core."]
[Authority Description: The right to create from nothing. The lesser echo of the Demiurgeโs power, bound by will, concept, and imagination. Limitless potential, infinite danger.]
[Warning: Mortal vessel integrity is insufficient. Synchronisation cap โ 0.01%.]
My body convulsed.
It was as if molten mercury poured into my veinsโtoo heavy, too divine. I fell to one knee, gasping as the remnants of the dungeonโs distorted light fractured around me.
My body convulsed.
It was as if molten mercury poured into my veinsโtoo heavy, too divine. I fell to one knee, gasping as the remnants of the dungeonโs distorted light fractured around me.
"Ghh...!โ"
A sound escaped my throat that didnโt belong to any human. My blood boiled into pure radiance, my bones vibrated like glass struck by thunder. The System wasnโt lying; this power wasnโt meant for flesh.
[Initiating Emergency Soul Stabilisation Protocol.]
[Lucifer Sigil โ Reinforcement Stage: Initiated.]
The sigil on my chest, once faintly dormant, burst open like an eye of light. Black and silver lines crawled across my skinโgeometric, divine, horrific in their symmetry.
I forced air into my lungs, my vision trembling between gold and crimson.
"This... is the power of creation...?" I whispered, half in awe, half in terror.
A tiny sphere of light hovered over my palmโno mana, no element, no attribute. Just existence. A drop of reality.
My instincts screamed to crush it before it crushed me, but I didnโt. I stared at itโat the formless potential it carriedโand then willed it to dissolve. The sphere blinked out like it had never been.
I fell to one knee, gasping. Every cell screamed. My body wasnโt built for this much raw existence energyโit was like trying to hold a star inside a human frame.
But then the pain began to change.
It shifted from destruction to reconstruction. My broken bones realigned. My skin shimmered faintly with ethereal light. My heartโonce demon blackโpulsed with alternating flashes of gold and crimson.
It wasnโt healing. It was reforging.
Bit by bit, I could feel the old vesselโDominicโs bodyโaligning perfectly with the transmigrated soul that had taken it. The gap between him and me was vanishing. The System didnโt erase the human soul; it merged it with the demonic one.
One consciousness. One will. One name.
Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar.
Tti-ring!
[Synchronisation Complete.]
[New Passive Skill Gained โ Demiurgic Physiology (Lv.1)]
[All Stats Increased by 250 Points.]
[Title Acquired โ The One Who Creates in Defiance.]
A slow smile crept onto my lips despite the lingering ache.
"Creates in defiance, huh... fitting."
I rose, flexing my fingers. The faintest motion sent ripples through the air, reality bending just slightly in response. I clenched my fist, and the distortion snapped back into place.
[Name: Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar.]
[Level: 51]
[Job: Demiurgic Archon]
Indeed, there was a new term added to my Job column.
The System definitely said that Iโd be able to get a higher-ranked version of my Job according to the amount of advancement points I had earned. And also, it mentioned that the point tally had exceeded the limits of the Job itself, too.
The end result from all that was this โDemiurgic Archonโ.
"So, is this...."
....The special reward the System was talking about?
Are you fu*king kidding me?
This is insane!
[Job-specific skills]
โ Active skills:
โข [Genesis Manifestation] โ Constructs temporary reality fragments using pure Aetheric Concept. Power, form, and scale are limited only by imagination and vessel integrity.
โข [Creation Reversal] โ Rewrites the last five seconds of a manifested constructโs existence. Cost: exponentially increases with each reversal.
โข [Aether Domain] โ Temporarily imposes the userโs conceptual laws on a localised area. Duration scales with SPIRAL control and soul stability.
โ Passive skills:
โข [Conceptual Instinct] โ Subconscious adaptation to metaphysical structures. Grants intuition toward reality manipulation and defensive creation.
โข [Luciferโs Insight] โ The eyes of rebellion. Perceive flaws, seams, and corruption in any existing structureโphysical, magical, or spiritual.
Tti-ring!
[Additional System Notice: Synchronisation below 1%. Usage of Demiurgic Skills carries the risk of soul burnout, existential collapse, or dimensional implosion. Proceed with extreme caution.]
I laughed softly, the sound breaking the still air.
"Yeah... no pressure at all."
Tti-ring!
[It is detected that the โUserโ hasnโt used the โRune Stone: Kingโs Callโ]
โWhat the fu*k is even that?โ I frowned, blinking at the new notification.
Tti-ring!
[Item: Rune Stone]
[Type: Skill]
โ This particular rune stone contains the skill โKingโs Callโ.
โ Crush or destroy it to acquire the said skill.
I reached out, hesitant.
โDestroy it... and take it.โ
The Systemโs words were simple, but the implications werenโt. I didnโt even know what the cost might be. I could feel the faint pulse of it already probing, testing my resolve. My body was still screaming from the Fragmentโs trial, my soul barely stabilised within the Demiurgic resonanceโbut a small, stubborn spark inside me whispered: I can handle this.
"Fine," I muttered. My fingers wrapped around the stone, the aetheric hum sharpening into a screeching pitch in response.
BOOM.
The Rune Stone cracked.
Not shatteredโcracked. Light spilt from the fracture lines like molten gold, and for a moment, I thought it might explode. I gritted my teeth, channelling my willpower into the stone, forcing it to yield. My pulse synced with the rhythm of the fracture, the tiny shards of power spinning around my hand.
Then, with a final snap, the Rune Stone imploded inwardly, the fragments collapsing into a concentrated core of radiant energy. My palm burned, my fingers tingled, and I felt something new awaken inside me.
Tti-ring!
[Skill Acquired โ Kingโs Call]
โDescription.โ
[Name: Kingโs Call]
[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 Number of shadows that can be extracted: 0/30.
A shiver ran down my spine as the Kingโs Call settled into my soul. It wasnโt just another skillโit felt like a fragment of dominion, an echo of sovereign authority that wanted me to bend life and death alike to my will. The energy pulsing through my veins seemed to whisper promises of armies and loyalty that would obey without question.
My gaze roamed the dungeon, everywhere littered the corpses of the knights Iโd torn apart. Silver shards of armour, broken swords, scattered in chaotic patterns, frozen in time like a war tableau. A dozen lifeless bodies still radiated faint traces of residual energyโenough for Kingโs Call to sense them, enough for me to tap into.
I flexed my fingers experimentally, willing the skill to awaken.
[Please set the command phrase to activate the Kingโs Call skill.]
โI gotta set a separate activation phrase for this skill?โ
I pondered for a bit, before muttering out almost instinctively.
"Rise... as mine."
When I did....
Wuuaaahhhh....
Thick, heavy moans resounded out from somewhere and at the same time, the shadows of the fallen knights began wiggling as if they were still alive.
I scanned my surroundings once more.
All the shadows found near me were beginning to move.
Soon enough, a black hand rose up from one of the shadows. It pressed down on the ground hard, and slowly, the arm attached to it rose up.
โOh my god!โ
My eyes opened wider and wider.
Those things were.... people.
No, soldiers possessing the outer appearance of a person!
Soldiers kitted out head to toe in jet-black armour climbed out of the shadows one by one.
โThis is my new skill??โ
By the time I recovered my wits, a couple of dozen soldiers were standing by my side, waiting.
[Kingโs Call was a success.]
Tens of soldiers were now surrounding me.
โWhat the hell is this....?โ
I approached the nearest soldier.
The first thing I did was to touch it. When I placed my hand on it, I felt something metallic.
As it turned out, the metal-looking armours werenโt just for show.
Indeed, these guys were all outfitted in real black armour and real weapons.
โAt first glance, they look like people, donโt they?โ
However, they werenโt people. I couldnโt sense any signs of life from them. They didnโt breathe, and there were no heartbeats I could hear.
On top of this....
"..."
I swallowed down my shocked gasp.
I sneaked a glance inside the helmet through the eye holes and found nothing but pure darkness in there. I slowly took several steps back after feeling like I was being sucked in.
โ....They are all undead.โ
Shadow soldiers โ monsters, pulled out from the shadows of the dead.
I swallowed down my saliva.
โIf these things are really my soldiers, then....โ
I raised my arm and pointed to my right.
And the soldiers all uniformly shifted their bodies to the right.
The end of my hand slowly moved to my front.
And the soldiers too followed after my hand and slowly faced their front.
I stood in the middle of them.
I did my best to calm my pounding heart and lowered my hand.
And at the same time....
Every single soldier knelt down before me.
They were moving according to my will.
"Hah..."
I let out a soft gasp of admiration as the ends of my lips arched up.
โIsnโt this so cool?โ
***
Stone me, I can take it!
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