Quickly blocking off anyone, I found myself in a room. I could have pushed all that during the fight, but no longer. Right now, I needed to clear my head, and I needed answers, fast!
’Okay, system, what the fuck was all that??!’
I scread as I seated myself on the sofa, my mind now fully able to appreciate the fact of how fucked up I have beco.
[It’s just as it sounds. Before, your soul, even though it was in this body, didn’t technically belong to this dinsional barrier, but now, having stepped into the divinity of this dinsion yourself, you have been fully accepted by this world.]
My expression remained calm as I took in those words. The words themselves sohow seed to an that this is good for , but sohow I doubt it.
’What’s up with all the other ssages? Did I lose so kind of protection? Why did the girls suddenly rise up into such a high level of explosion?’
The system seed to take a mont, after which it spoke.
[You must have seen all of it by now, and you had added the scenario into your accounts, but the sudden rise for all this is due to the main facts of you reaching the acceptance and gaining the required affection total levels needed, which broke off the protection that was given to you.]
I didn’t directly reply to it. I just seated myself in the chair, my mind whirling through the words themselves, dissecting it to understand better.
’What kind of protection?’
[Protection from fate screwing you over. Co on, even you have to admit that till now the girls not eting or nothing bad happening can’t just be added up all to just your ticulous planning.]
I stayed silent at that reply, because in ways that was indeed true.
[Majority of your achievents are your own. The planning and everything you did is the reason everything stayed safe till now, but there was also the subtle effect of a certain protection on you that gave you the luck to keep everything together and make it all work. It was done to actually give you a fighting chance more; also, it was needed in the sense to completely integrate you to this dinsion.]
’Hummm... I need to think.’
As the DemiGod right now, I contain more information than before, especially with the connection I have. Thus, I could understand the type better. Ever since I did beco what I am now, I felt more connected to this world, as if I was finally a part of it. It was an addition that would happen with the increase in power and integration.
’The affection points received, that was the final nail in the coffin, right?’
[Yes.]
Closing my eyes, I leaned into the sofa, my mind running around different situations, trying to understand. While I do appreciate the help, it wasn’t that much. The protection was mainly done to protect from the eye of every other being, just making look like I belong to this realm, sothing even the supre Gods couldn’t detect. And now, I don’t need that anymore, because I belong here now.
The added protection that kept safe ca with the effect of keeping luck by my side, such that at tis things would go my way. It ans the situation around will only get tougher.
’The one that placed the extra blessing, who was it?’
[That...]
The silence was more than enough for to understand the hidden roads to it. As I said, when I stepped into this realm, I got to learn a lot about the world and the cosmos as a whole, its functions and everything, and with it also ca so new revelations about myself, about in a deeper realm.
The main questions being: who split up?
Why did that happen? How did that happen? Where did all that co from?
The real Austin, in a sense, is also a part of . I had combined the corrupted soul to myself and still hold at the True Half God level, but that ans my soul from the very beginning itself was that of a God. I wasn’t, in the technically sense, a true human born, which ans there lay even more secrets for to uncover.
’Was it the other soul part that supplies you with the power who gave the blessing to last this long?’
[I can’t answer that.]
The system reply only opened up another path for to think in. The girls are now definitely going to interact more, and once they understand each other’s feelings for , then it will be an all-out war for to deal with. My connection to the Akashic records opens up more info, but it also cos with questions, and I can tell, once I acquire the 3rd soul, I will know the full truth.
I let the silence stretch, the kind that presses against your eardrums like deep water. The sofa under was so expensive shit thing that squeaked when I shifted, but right then it felt like the only solid point in a universe that had just tilted forty-five degrees. My pulse was still hamring from the news, from the notifications, from the way the girls had looked at —like I was a prize and a threat in the sa breath.
I rubbed my temples. "System, give it to straight. No more riddles. What happens now that the training wheels are off?"
[Host, the ’training wheels’ were never about power. They were about concealnt. You were a glitch in the matrix, a soul wearing a atsuit that didn’t quite match the serial number. The protection kept the cosmic immune system from tagging you as malware. Now you’re compiled native code. Congratulations, you’re officially part of the ecosystem.]
"Great. So the universe is about to blue-screen ."
[Not necessarily. But the girls’ affection ters just hit critical mass. The mont you crossed the divinity threshold, the suppression field collapsed. Their emotions aren’t filtered through plot armour anymore. They feel what they feel, raw. And they’re going to act on it.]
I exhaled through my teeth. Raw. That was the word. I’d spent months—years?—choreographing distance, timing confessions like chess moves, making sure no two heroines occupied the sa zip code unless I had an exit strategy. And yeah, the system was right: so of those narrow escapes had slled like more than luck. A traffic jam that kept Mira from bumping into Lena at the café. I’d chalked it up to my own brilliance. Turns out the universe had been running interference.
Past tense.
I stood, pacing the room.
"Walk through the numbers," I said. "How bad is the overlap?"
A holographic pane flickered into existence, numbers scrolling like stock tickers.
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Mira – Affection: 300 → ??? (Post-Ascension Surge)
Olivia – Affection: 320 → ???
Nora – Affection: 200 → ??? (Yandere Flag Active)
Rina – Affection: 100 → 222
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And a dozen more nas I’d been juggling like flaming chainsaws. Every single one had spiked past the hidden "Confession Lock" threshold the mont I’d accepted the dinsional imprint.
I swallowed.
[Yandere subroutine fully unlocked. Recomnd imdiate emotional triage.]
Triage. Right. Because apparently my love life was now a battlefield MASH unit.
I dropped back onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling. There was a water stain up there shaped like a continent I didn’t recognise. "Okay. Worst-case scenario. They all find out about each other at once. What’s the fallout?"
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Probable outcos:
1. Polygamous resolution (0.0000?% chance, requires Charisma 500 and diplomatic mastery).
2. Catastrophic jealousy cascade (64% chance, potential for lethal intra-harem conflict).
3. Host death by over-affection (17% chance, see: ’death by snu-snu’ historical precedent).
4. Dinsional exile (18% chance, if supre deities intervene).
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I barked a laugh that didn’t have any humor in it. "So I’m either a sultan, a corpse, or banished to the sunknown realm. Fantastic career prospects."
The system stayed quiet, which was its version of a shrug.
I closed my eyes and let my new senses unfurl. Divinity wasn’t just stats; it was like soone had plugged a fiber-optic cable directly into the world’s nervous system. I could feel the threads—thin, shimring lines of fate stretching out from my chest like spider silk. One tugged northwest: Mira, probably pacing her dorm room, clutching the pendant I’d given her. Another east: Lanora in the halls, fingers drumming on her instrunts. Catherine’s thread was a hot wire, vibrating with sothing that felt less like love and more like obsession.
I could follow any one of them. Snap my fingers and be there. But the second I did, the others would feel it. The protection was gone; my location was no longer Schrödinger’s protagonist. The problem all lay with what had happened while I was fighting. I did think there would be a day when everything would implode, but I didn’t think it would happen soon.
’I had my eye on everyone, everyone was absolutely stable all around.’
I had made sure of that by spending ti with all of them, giving each of them individual love and care. But it seems when the luck fell out, it also brought the additional reaction of a corruption burst, which at that mont made the girl irrational in a sense — an irrational sense of far jealousy and fear of loss coming together.
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