Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 639: Commitment to Lord Hades

The system shop hadn’t just sold flashy abilities and spooky modes with dramatic nas. It sold upgrades. Real ones. Physical augntation that went way past what Dark Lord Mode gave for free.

Pills that rewrote muscle fiber density until my body stopped behaving like a polite suggestion and started acting like a weapon.

Elixirs that shaved milliseconds off nerve transmission until reaction ti beca instinct instead of thought. Treatnts that shoved the human body past its manufacturer warranty and straight into experintal hardware territory.

I’d been buying them for weeks. Testing doses. Adjusting combinations. Seeing what broke. Seeing what didn’t.

And I’d given them to Soo-Jin too.

Because if this war was going to be real, then pretending to stay human was just cosplay with better lighting.

We weren’t superhuman. Not in the comic-book sense. No flight. No lasers. No invisibility cloaks or dramatic the music.

But speed? Strength? Durability?

We’d climbed past what flesh and bone were supposed to handle.

That’s how I crossed fifteen ters in under two seconds. That’s how Soo-Jin yanked Linda down before the concrete finished exploding. That’s how we got people moving, doors slamming, engines roaring before the world’s deadliest sniper could ntally switch targets.

We beca sothing Volkov hadn’t planned for.

Sothing impossible.

"Training," I rasped, blood slicking my teeth. "Lots of training. And luck. Mostly luck."

"Bullshit," Ava said instantly. No hesitation. "But fine. Keep your secrets. Point is, Charlotte and Margaret are alive because you moved like physics was optional. And now Volkov missed his targets, which ans he failed his contract, which ans Dmitri is going to be furious."

"Good," I muttered. "Let him be furious. Let him co for next. No, I am going to him!"

"Peter—"

"He endangered my family." My vision dimd again, gray eating at the edges, but the rage stayed sharp and cold.

"My won. He put Charlotte and Margaret in his scope. He turned my birthday into a fucking active warzone." I swallowed blood. "Now he dies. Not arrested. Not imprisoned. Dead. I’m going to find Maksim Volkov, and I’m going to kill him. Then I’m going to find Dmitri, and I’m going to make him wish he’d stayed vanished."

Sirens scread into the garage like the world was finally reacting on a delay. Red and blue lights washed over concrete, over shattered glass, over the very large amount of currently decorating the floor.

Paradics spilled out of the ambulance in controlled chaos. Shouting. Gloves snapping. Scissors flashing as they cut my shirt away like it had personally offended them.

"Five GSWs!" one yelled. "Shoulder, chest, side, thigh, arm! He’s hemorrhaging!"

"Pulse thready! BP dropping!"

"IV now! Move!"

Hands grabbed . Needles slid into veins. Gauze pressed down on holes that definitely hadn’t been there earlier today. The pressure hurt worse than the bullets, but I was running out of oxygen and spite was the only thing keeping conscious.

Through the noise. Through the pain. Through the gray swallowing my vision whole.

One thought settled in with terrifying clarity.

The Charlotte mission hadn’t failed because I got shot.

It hadn’t failed because Volkov escaped.

It hadn’t even failed because Dmitri was still breathing.

It hadn’t completed.

The system had been waiting.

Waiting for to understand sothing very simple.

You don’t get rewards for half-asures. You don’t get credit for rcy that lets enemies regroup. You don’t leave monsters alive and then act surprised when they co back with better aim.

You finish what you start.

You burn it all down.

You make sure the people who threaten your family are buried so deep they beco geological features.

Dmitri made his move tonight.

Five bullets. A perfect sniper. Millions spent.

All to kill Charlotte and Margaret while I watched.

He failed.

And I was still breathing.

That ant it was my turn.

But he’d also proven sothing else.

He wasn’t going to stop. Wasn’t going to vanish again and lick his wounds in so hole halfway across the world. Dmitri had committed. All chips on the table. Revenge or nothing.

Which ant this didn’t end with warnings or deterrence or strongly worded threats delivered via interdiaries.

It ended with bodies.

Hades was about to get new tenants.

Several of them.

Dmitri.

Volkov.

Anyone else who looked at my family and thought "acceptable collateral."

They were all going to die.

Not eventually. Not after therapy and self-reflection.

Soon.

The paradics lifted onto the gurney, and the motion sent a fresh wave of agony tearing through what used to be my body. I coughed, blood spilling down my chin like I was auditioning for the world’s worst vampire cosplay.

"Sir, can you hear ?" one of them shouted. "Sir, stay with us!"

Yeah. Unfortunately. I could hear everything.

ARIA’s voice slid into my neural buds, steady and precise. "They’re secure. Estate lockdown is complete. They’re resisting, but they’re safe."

Of course they were resisting. My family treated ’lockdown’ like a personal insult.

Ava chid in next, dry as ever. "You’re not going to die, Eros. You’re far too angry to die. Statistically speaking, rage is an excellent survival chanism."

Good to know my personality flaws were dically useful.

The ambulance doors slamd shut. The siren wailed. We lurched forward, and every bump in the road felt like soone reaching inside and twisting the bullets for fun.

I stared at the ambulance ceiling, lights blurring into white streaks as my vision tunneled.

I thought about Dmitri.

About the exact mont he realized his perfect plan hadn’t worked.

About the way Volkov’s confidence was going to curdle when I finally stood in front of him.

About all the very creative ways I was going to make them regret existing.

Five bullets.

For my seventeenth birthday.

Great party. Five stars. Would not recomnd.

But I was still alive.

Still breathing.

Still very much a problem.

And now?

Now I was pissed.

Dmitri wanted to finish the Thompson family?

He should’ve made damn sure I was dead first.

Because now he’d given purpose. Permission. A reason to hunt him across borders and burn every resource I owned. To cash in favors people forgot they owed . To stop holding back anything.

He made it personal.

And when Peter Carter made sothing personal?

Bodies stacked up until the problem stopped breathing.

The gray crept in, soft and heavy, finally tipping into black.

I let it take .

But not before I carved one promise into myself, deep enough that even unconsciousness couldn’t scrub it out.

When I woke up, and I would wake up because dying was not on my calendar, I was going to repaint the underworld.

Dmitri first.

Then Volkov.

Then anyone else dumb enough to aim at what was mine.

Hades could start setting the table.

He was about to have guests.