Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2190: You like fairness, don’t you, Lord Justice?

"Let’s do it,

Let’s see if you still dare to laugh once I am done with you."

Vexarion called out, all the anger and frustration that he had been holding back—even during the time when he was forced to be servile towards Auren—was now coming out.

The rage in his white eyes intensified, and Sharnoth—

The instant Sharnoth heard those words—

Her grin widened even further.

Vexarion narrowed his eyes at that sight, his silver armor glowing faintly from within. The molten light in his veins pulsed, painting thin trails of gold beneath his obsidian skin. The Halo above his head spun slowly as he tried to analyze the woman in front of him.

Even when he directly challenged her, she... laughed.

Did it mean she was confident she would win?

Or... was she trying to intimidate him?

Was it all... a ploy to fool him from the beginning?

How would she react if he actually rushed at her? Would she reveal her true intentions then?

"Still standing?"

While Vexarion was thinking all that nonsense, Sharnoth’s mocking, almost disdainful voice was heard, instantly pulling him out of his reverie. He looked at her and saw her grinning at him, her head still tilted.

"Do you want a pat on the back before you start?

Should I clap for you?"

Clap Clap Clap

The Chaos Heir began... clapping.

"Good boy, let’s move~~"

She talked in baby language, and Vexarion’s fists trembled in rage.

Then—

BOOOOM

Golden brilliance burst outward from his body, splitting the gloomy darkness apart like dawn breaking through storm clouds.

The air vibrated.

The ground cracked beneath his feet.

And Sharnoth...

Clap Clap Clap

"Yay~ You are learning well! Good!!"

She clapped again.

The Aurendor Progenitor, however, ignored it.

"Let’s put an end to this farce,"

He spoke in a heavy, determined tone.

FWOOOSH

A beam of light shot forward, cutting the air like a blade—too bright to watch, too fast to dodge.

But Sharnoth didn’t move.

The beam passed through her head—yes, it just... passed through.

There was no blood, no explosion, no sign of impact.

Her grin only widened as her image shimmered and broke into black-purple mist. Vexarion frowned at that sight. Once again, he had never heard of the woman or her race having this sort of ability... but before he could think too much—

Sharnoth appeared behind him.

"Too slow,"

She whispered.

Her hand grazed his shoulder, and for an instant, every vein in Vexarion’s body burned white-hot.

"AGHHHHHH!!!"

His scream echoed across the endless plain as his armor burst open in streaks of molten gold. He staggered forward, clutching his side.

The pain didn’t fade either—it grew, spreading like poison.

"You feel that?"

Sharnoth asked, tilting her head with a grin.

"That’s pure Chaos Energy entering your body and corrupting your Light."

"AAAGGGGHHHH!!"

Vexarion screamed again, this time, however, it wasn’t out of pain but from anger.

Flap

Suddenly, a pair of black wings flared open, slashing through the darkness with golden energy.

Fwoosh Fwoosh Fwoosh

A storm of radiant blades burst from his halo, converging on Sharnoth from every direction and—

BOOOOOM

The blades exploded with Sharnoth in the middle.

The plain shook.

The light incinerated everything in sight—space, dust, and even sound itself.

But when the brilliance cleared, Sharnoth stood untouched.

Her grin never faded.

Her body shimmered like smoke, her edges blurring and reforming again. She didn’t block his attack. She didn’t evade it either. She simply let it happen—and it had meant nothing.

"Hahahaha~"

Clap Clap Clap

"Good job! You are doing so well!"

The woman laughed again, jumping up and down as she clapped, like a mother trying to excite her child into doing something she wanted him to do.

And Vexarion...

"How... how are you unharmed...?"

He blinked.

"Hmmm?"

Sharnoth momentarily paused, and a confused look appeared on her face—almost as if she couldn’t understand how an attack at such a level was supposed to hurt her.

But of course, she didn’t let him down—

"Don’t worry, you’ll get me next time.

Let’s try again?"

"..."

Vexarion didn’t say anything.

"Oh? Do you want me to try then?"

She raised her hand, and the world around her responded instantly.

Purple-black fissures crawled through the grey ground and—

KRRIEEEEEEFFACESVKKKKKKK!!!!

A roar followed—not from her throat, but from the very space itself, as though the void was screaming for her.

Then came the chains.

An endless number of Chaos chains surged upward, wrapping around Vexarion like serpents of liquid shadow.

"Not again!"

He roared, shattering them with a flash of golden radiance. The ground exploded beneath him, light devouring darkness in waves.

He darted forward, crossing the distance between them in a blink, his fist glowing brightly, as if it held all the power in the world.

But Sharnoth didn’t dodge.

She just smiled.

His fist met her face and—

BOOOOOOOM

The impact split the world open in a brilliant flash, and Sharnoth’s body was hurled across the barren field.

Vexarion exhaled shakily.

"Finally—"

Clap Clap Clap

"You did it!!

See!? I told you you could!"

Her laughter cut him off.

From the cloud of dust and broken energy, a figure walked out.

Her head twisted back into place with a grotesque snap. Her skin crawled with glowing cracks, leaking thin streams of black-purple mist.

Then, with her disfigured, misaligned face, she stared at Vexarion and—

"Do you want to give it another try?"

"Monster."

Vexarion’s face hardened.

"Compliments already?"

She teased.

"You’re so sweet."

Then—she vanished.

His senses couldn’t trace her, his light couldn’t illuminate her. For the first time in eons, Vexarion lost sight of his opponent.

And then—

"Your light... it stinks of arrogance."

A whisper brushed his ear.

And this time, the whisper wasn’t playful—it... it was filled with endless rage and... hatred.

Vexarion didn’t care—

BOOOOM

He spun around, unleashing a burst of radiance, but the attack hit nothing.

A hand grabbed his arm from behind, twisting it unnaturally backward.

Crack

The bones cracked. Before he could react, Sharnoth’s knee drove into his chest, followed by a backhand that sent him flying across the plain.

He crashed, creating a crater of molten gold and shattered stone.

Before he could rise, Sharnoth’s voice reached him again.

"This arrogance—I will crush it bit by bit—slowly—so slowly that you will beg me to end it all and call it mercy.

I will tear apart everything you hold dearly, and I will do it right in front of your eyes, just like you did with me.

I will burn your light till it dies down, only to switch it on again and repeat the entire process again.

Vexarion Aurendor—

I will make you regret every being of your existence—

For Eternity."

Vexarion rose, coughing golden fluid. His armor was shattered, one of his wings flickering weakly. Yet he still glared at her.

"You think pain will make me kneel?"

"No,"

She smiled, stepping closer.

"It’ll make you remember."

Her voice dropped.

"It will make you remember the time when my Father fell—the time when you and your friends surrounded him, cut off his horns, burned his heart—all in the name of justice."

Vexarion froze.

This...

She wasn’t supposed to know this...

Then how...

Soon, however, his expression changed as he recalled it.

Kaelith.

’Did she... read his memories?

Then wouldn’t she also know about—’

"And as if cowardly attacking and killing my Father wasn’t enough to satisfy you, you and your army descended onto my world, taking away everything I cherished—

I will make sure you remember it all, Vexarion Aurendor.

I will make sure you remember and regret every single moment of it."

The woman spoke, her crimson eyes glowing much, much more intensely.

"Enough!"

Vexarion shouted.

His halo flared, releasing a storm of radiant beams—each beam strong enough to reduce armies to dust.

But again—

Sharnoth didn’t dodge.

She... she let the attacks come at her.

The first beam tore down her neck. The second, her shoulder. Then the rest followed—splitting her skin like glass.

But... what came from beneath her skin wasn’t blood...

It was...

A purple-black darkness.

Something Vexarion couldn’t understand, but the more it appeared... the creepier he felt.

Sharnoth didn’t stop there—

Her skin fell away in strips, melting into violet fog. What remained was no longer flesh—she became... formless.

An entity of purple-black energy with hollow, crystal-red eyes that shined intensely.

"Then let’s begin, shall we?"

She spoke; her voice now seemed different than before. It was... much more hoarse, like it came from the very core of the Universe.

And the next instant—Vexarion’s light was swallowed whole.

Every radiant beam he’d unleashed turned purple-black mid-flight, dissolving into swirling storms of Chaos.

The ground beneath him disintegrated, forcing him to push himself into the air and fly while reality began bending under Sharnoth’s presence.

She appeared before him—like a blur of purple-black flame—and struck him across the chest.

The blow didn’t tear his armor.

It simply injected Chaos Energy inside his body—

"Aggghh!"

Vexarion gasped as light leaked from his body like blood, his veins dimmed, his halo flickered.

"You like fairness, don’t you, Lord Justice?"

Sharnoth mocked.

"Let’s make this fair. You can use everything—every ounce of your light, every relic, every prayer you’ve ever whispered."

She extended her arm, energy writhing around her like serpents.

"And I’ll use...

Me."

Then she moved.