Supreme Harem God System Chapter 2238 She is here

"W-Wait!!"

Vexarion called out but…

He soon realized the… beast, or whatever it was, couldn't listen to him. Even if it could, it wouldn't react to him because it… could not.

It was not intelligent enough to.

He…

He wouldn't get anything out of it.

So he…

He left again and continued searching for another world, another clue, anything that could bring him back.

At first, he had high hopes.

Even if the worlds he went to were dead, even if the entities he encountered did not have the ability to think,

the failure only made him more determined.

He told himself these worlds were too young.

He told himself he simply needed to travel farther.

He told himself that his allies… or at least soone, sothing he knows, must be sowhere beyond this strange region.

He imagined it clearly.

He imagined reaching a familiar star cluster, or… or seeing a familiar world, even a ruined world, even lingering aura traces.

He imagined a city.

He imagined a cultivator sensing him and reacting.

He imagined an ally responding through the call artifact.

He imagined kneeling before Lady Seraphielle's throne the mont he returned, telling her everything.

Not just about the Anomaly.

But about the truth.

That the real danger—

The crazy Chaos Heir, and the monster who held her hand.

He imagined saving himself.

He imagined redeeming his humiliation.

He imagined being… important again.

And that fantasy kept him moving.

Just like that, 'days' passed.

Actually, Vexarion had stopped counting properly at so point because of how… strange the flow of ti in this place was.

It didn't stop, neither did it move back. It moved like ti should but…

It simply… didn't feel like the ti flow he was familiar with.

He began noticing it in small ways.

His fatigue ca too slowly sotis, as if his body refused to acknowledge exhaustion. Then, other tis, it ca too quickly, like his strength vanished between one heartbeat and the next.

He thought maybe it was because of lack of rest. Yes, he was an Eternal who normally did not need sleep but… what his body and mind went through was anything but normal.

He could sense how lack of sleep would chip away at his senses and affect how he perceived things around him.

And since he had been tirelessly flying for 'days' with no signs of the enemy catching up to him, he knew he had gotten quite far and had lost them.

A short nap was possible.

Or at least that was how he tried to convince his mind, but the mont he closed his eyes and tried to sleep—

He saw that sa grin, his ears rang as that echoing, frightening laughter rang in his head, that agonizing pain that healed a long ti ago but still lingered.

Sure, his mind might be trying to forget it all, but his body?

It was broken far beyond what he realized.

Sleep was not an option.

Not for now, not for… the next few millennia.

The only thing he could do was to rest in the air, still hovering, eyes half-open, senses stretched wide.

He landed on dead stars and sat in silence, forcing his mind to calm. He tried to ditate, but it didn't work, because the mont his thoughts slowed, the mories rose.

All he could do was… move.

And as he moved, hope changed shape.

It beca less like a bright fla like it was at the beginning and more like a… thin thread. A thread that he was holding with all his might, but in his mind, he knew it could snap any mont.

He continued his journey, and in his journey, he found more worlds.

So had forests, so had deserts, so were made of stone with no water, so had storms that never ended.

So even had life but…

It was simple, wordless, and mindless.

A life that was of no use to him.

Vexarion tried everything.

He carved symbols of Light into mountains, hoping soone would recognize them and co. He raised pillars of golden energy into the sky as beacons, leaving them behind as markers.

But when he returned hours later, those pillars had already faded, like the laws of this region refused to let such things remain.

He tried to track his path by stars, but the stars shifted too subtly, like they weren't fixed properly yet.

He tried to force the call artifacts again and again; sotis they flickered, sotis they ward, once, he even heard a faint static sound, so quiet he thought it might be his imagination, and every ti it happened, it flared his hope.

He poured his energy into the artifact until the veins on his neck glowed but…

It died again.

Vexarion stared at it for a long ti.

His fingers tightened.

Then, suddenly—

Bam

Crack

He threw it. The artifact flew and shattered against a rock, its pieces scattering into the dust, and Vexarion…

He watched as those pieces drifted in the space; his breathing beca uneven as he realized he had montarily lost control over himself.

He tried to think about it. Was it anger? Frustration? Hopelessness maybe? And as his thought began to wander, his mind flashed back to Sharnoth clapping, cheering for him like he was a child.

'Good job! You are doing so well!'

His stomach twisted. He pressed a hand to his chest and forced himself to breathe slowly.

Then—

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"

He scread out loud, emptying his mind once again, letting go of all his thoughts.

"Control,"

He whispered to himself.

"Control yourself, you need to escape. You are the first that has the chance to. This wasn't ant to be easy; you wouldn't be the first if it was."

He began convincing himself, trying to make himself believe that what he was doing had aning, that it would all end eventually and that he…

He would return to his world.

He looked up at the sky.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

There were no ssengers, no divine projections, no signs of the Supre World of Light watching over creation.

It felt like he had been cut out of the Universe and thrown into a young corner no one cared about.

And that thought—

That thought was dangerous.

Because it led to another thought.

What if no one can find ?

He shook his head hard, as if he wanted to throw that thought out of his mind physically.

"No."

He muttered.

"They will.

They… must."

But even as he said it, his hope thinned again.

He started speaking less. He started flying without looking around much. He started ignoring beauty. There were places that were breathtaking—rings of floating stones around a dying star, auroras that moved like living curtains, oceans that glowed softly at night.

He did not care.

He only cared about one thing.

A sign.

A single sign that he was close. A familiar aura. A familiar constellation. A voice.

Soone.

Anyone.

At so point, he began hearing things that weren't there.

A whisper in the wind. A sound behind him. A laugh far away. Each ti, his body flinched like it had been struck. Each ti, he spun around, halo flaring, light bursting out in hopes of finding sothing but…

Nothing.

There was only… the familiar empty space.

Space that he had now begun to hate because it made him rember… her world.

That... grey land.

The nowhere.

Again, to shove that thought out of his head, he pushed harder, forcefully increasing his speed until it felt like his wings were giving out. He understood it: if he slowed down, his mind would sink.

So he ran forward like a man running from a shadow that lived inside his skull.

And then—

One day, after continuing this hopeless… torturous journey for he did not know how long, sothing changed.

For the first ti in a long, long while, Vexarion heard sothing that wasn't just the sound of stars colliding, mindless beasts roaring, water falling on the ground, or the winds moving. He heard…

A voice.

A coherent voice.

A voice that did not travel through air.

A voice that did not need permission.

A voice that didn't care about distance or strange laws.

"Children of the Universe…"

And the mont Vexarion heard it, he froze. His entire body went still, like the cosmos itself had grabbed him by the spine.

He knew that voice.

Even if he had been deaf, even if he had lost his mind, he would have known it.

Seraphielle Light.

The Infinity of Light.

His Goddess.

His Absolute.

His… salvation.

Vexarion's eyes shined so brightly that the dark around him seed to retreat. His chest rose sharply, like he had been drowning and finally found air.

He looked up at the sky, searching for the source.

And for the first ti in what felt like forever—

He smiled.

A real smile.

Not a broken one.

Not a desperate one.

A smile filled with… belief.

"She… she is speaking.

She is here."

He whispered, voice trembling.

Finally… it worked.

Finally… Light reached him.

The sky opened.

A Veil stretched across the void.

Seraphielle's vast, holy, and absolute face filled it.

Vexarion smiled, his eyes shining so brightly, resembling a child who saw his parent after weeks of darkness.

But then—

Then his blood turned cold.

Because behind the Veil… behind the Light…

Stood the demon that had haunted every second of his "escape."

"My toy is finally here~"