Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2184: L-Lady Seraphielle! Something happened!

"So you were watching,"

Seraphielle said softly as her golden eyes locked onto Farah’s. Farah stared back into her eyes, and he could tell that there was no aggression, no effort, or no particular emotion in them.

There was just... a silent inevitability.

A firm, natural belief that what she was doing was correct.

Farah could also tell that right now, the woman wasn’t talking to him—she was trying to converse with... him.

But...

No answers came.

He wasn’t answering.

But that didn’t affect her. Her expression did not change. If anything, her stillness itself became heavier—grace distilled into silence.

Until finally—

After giving him enough time to respond—

"Still silent?"

She called.

There was no anger, no irritation, or no vanity in her voice. There was just... a calm authority. A strange charm that seemed to truly believe that the very Universe was supposed to change its way if she wanted it to.

It was... quite amusing to watch.

Her voice was melodic, kind, almost teasing—but no mortal could mistake it for mockery. It was the kind of tone only a being beyond judgment could possess.

"Can you only watch through him?"

She continued.

"Can you not speak through him?

Or perhaps... you do not wish to face me right now?"

She tilted her head slightly, strands of luminous white hair spilling like molten light across her shoulders, enhancing her beauty even further.

And it wasn’t just this action in particular—her every action, her every movement, her every word... it all seemed to somehow make her even more divine than she already was.

It was...

A sight to watch indeed.

"Are you... scared?"

Her next words were quiet—but somehow, they made even the Light Borns’ halos flicker.

A strange, silent tremor passed through the battlefield. None of the Light Borns dared to lift their heads. They remained kneeling, their halos remained dim, yet their eyes—those brave enough to peek—held confusion, awe, and... a hint of unease.

They didn’t understand who she was speaking to.

She definitely wasn’t talking to Farah, since she wouldn’t be calling him when he was already right in front of her, but...

If not Farah, then...

Who was she talking to...?

There was no one else here.

The worst part?

Because the Light Borns held absolute faith in her, they believed that someone was here around them—someone they could not even sense—and it only made them even more uneasy.

As for Seraphielle, she did not care.

She just waited.

Seconds passed.

Then a minute.

Still, there was no response.

At last, Seraphielle’s golden lashes lowered faintly. A single crease appeared between her brows.

It wasn’t quite a frown—merely a shadow of one, enough to make the entire sky dim in sympathy.

She could feel the others around her. The Light Borns, the Thal’rens, even the resurrected progenitors—they were all watching her in quiet confusion.

They hid it well, as they should, but nothing was truly hidden from her.

She could see the faint flickers of doubt behind their reverent gazes, the... whispers of uncertainty.

Finally, she sighed softly—

"Since you do not wish to answer,"

She said, her tone still calm,

"I will take the matter into my own hands. I will find what I want to know... on my own."

She extended her hand, Light gathered instantly, and—

Farah’s body trembled as his form was wrapped in threads of gold.

He tried to move, to resist and escape, but failed.

Seraphielle’s eyes glowed brighter as she looked through him, reading his memories like a book that was hers to open and explore.

Moments later, a slight frown appeared on her face.

"...False,"

She whispered softly.

Every image she saw in his mind—his life, his purpose, even his devotion—it was all fabricated.

Carefully rewritten, painted over by an unseen hand.

Seraphielle Light was the Progenitor of the Supreme World of Light. Farah was... her child. She had watched him grow from a newborn of Light to one of her devoted warriors to what he had become now.

She knew his history; she even knew the number of times his mind had been altered by her creation. She basically knew everything about him.

But...

But what she saw now was... different.

Farah... his past was twisted. Someone had implanted false memories in his head and made him believe they were his.

His current mind was... nothing but a chain.

He lived only for one command.

Follow his orders.

Every thought, every instinct, every piece of his will revolved around him.

Seraphielle turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on another Fallen.

The same golden light enveloped the being, and again she saw the same pattern—the same strings of obedience, all tied to him.

They didn’t know who he was.

They just knew they heard his voice in their heads and that they were supposed to follow it.

They didn’t even know why they had to obey him.

And it didn’t end there—

They couldn’t feel fear, they couldn’t feel pain, they couldn’t even feel the concept of self.

This was the reason the Fallen did not feel fear, even when they were in her presence. This was why their first thought when she arrived was not to be wary or escape, but to use this opportunity to get rid of the Light Borns.

And even when she captured them, instead of freezing in fear or dreading their future, they just tried to escape from her grasp without stopping.

Puppets.

That was what they were.

Hollow shells of simulated life, shells built only to follow.

Beings who could not grow beyond what they already had.

"...So that’s why,"

Seraphielle murmured, her eyes softened in faint amusement.

Then, a faint smile appeared on her lips—a divine curve that carried neither warmth nor cruelty, only understanding.

"So that is it,"

She repeated.

"You are unsure of your strength... and wary of mine."

She spoke as she took a slow step forward and looked into Farah’s eyes again, talking directly to him.

"You pretend to see everything, to plan every move hundreds of steps ahead, to show your superiority, to always catch us by surprise—but in truth..."

Again, the Light Infinity paused, her eyes showing the faintest glimmer of amusement.

"Right now, you are clueless.

You lack information.

So you use these shadows, these puppets... to test me.

To... measure me."

Her lips rose as she said those words,

"That is admirable, I will admit."

She added, and then—

Her expression shifted ever so slightly.

The faintest, most graceful smile touched her lips—the kind of smile that could both bless and destroy.

"But if you wish to know the true extent of my strength..."

Flap

Her wings unfurled—gold and crystal, vast enough to cover the sky. Every feather shimmered like a sun of its own, and the battlefield was bathed in divine radiance.

"...these shallow tricks will never be enough."

She completed with a smile—a smile so beautiful that if Nux saw it, even he would have felt his heart flutter. That was how absurdly beautiful this woman was.

But...

Nux wasn’t there to see it.

Even if he could see everything from Farah’s eyes, he had already left his Universe and was acting on his own plan.

"..."

And because of that—

There was silence.

Even now, as Seraphielle continued to speak for more than a minute, no one replied. To others, it felt like watching a fool talking to herself.

Of course, no one said it out loud, but once again, Seraphielle could sense their gazes—not that it mattered to her.

To her, beings who couldn’t even sense Anomaly’s presence weren’t worth pondering over. If anything, she just felt... disappointed that even her children were the same.

To think they couldn’t even keep an open mind and acted based on the information they were fed, when the enemy had clearly stepped outside that domain of knowledge more than once.

In the end, the Infinity of Light just turned back towards Farah, waiting for an answer or some sort of clue, but then—

[L-Lady Seraphielle! Something happened!]

Lord Light’s panicked voice was heard.

The Light Infinity turned her head, her expression did not change.

"What is it?"

She asked calmly, completely opposite to Lord Light’s panicking tone, but before Lord Light could answer that question—

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE

THUNDER THUNDER THUNDER

The Universe reacted in anger.

Irethol, which had barely calmed down after Seraphielle appeared, once again began shaking uncontrollably. Different artifacts activated in order to calm the shaking, but even before that—

The Light Infinity shook her head, instantly controlling the entire world with her energy.

But none of the beings were happy about it.

After all, if the Universe was reacting in such a manner, everyone knew what was happening.

The Chain Breakers had acted again.

And this time... they acted right after Seraphielle had warned them.

Everyone around slowly raised their heads, turning towards Seraphielle in fear to see how she would react.

And just then—Seraphielle heard the words she did not wish to hear at all.

[A-Aurendor has disappeared!!]