Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2273: YOU WILL NOT HAVE YOUR WAY!!!

In Sarovan, at a high balcony carved in white stone, light banners hung from every pillar. Below, an entire district knelt in the streets, thousands of people pressed together, shaking, starving, but their eyes were... determined, shining with a strong light that screamed resistance.

These people were bowing but... they had not bowed the "right" way.

They had not... repeated the oath.

They had... refused to accept Light.

Archon stood above them, wearing his crown and his perfect robe, surrounded by priests and commanders.

The halo above his head was shining so cleanly that it almost looked... fake.

"My lord... we can still negotiate. We can send instructors. We can—"

One of his advisors whispered, his voice cracking in panic, but before he could even complete his words—

Archon lifted a hand.

"No,"

He spoke directly.

"My world should not have resistance.

Not against Light, that will only be seen as weakness."

He looked down at the district with a disgusted look on his face, like he was looking at dirt on his shoe, and then—

"Erase it."

He commanded.

The commanders hesitated for half a breath, but in the end, they collected themselves, hid their feelings deep inside their hearts, and—

They obeyed.

Light formations lit up. A wall of holy radiance rolled through the streets and then—

The screams started.

Families tried to run, to save themselves, but they hit invisible barriers. Children reached for parents and grabbed only air. People vanished in white, one after another, so cleanly that the ground stayed spotless.

In minutes, the entire district became quiet, like all the screaming just a second ago was an illusion.

Archon exhaled, satisfied.

He turned back to his priests with a gentle smile, like he had done a noble thing.

"See? Peace."

He spoke with a gentle smile and just then—

The memory cut.

The courtroom of the mind-reading monument went dark for a heartbeat, then the light returned.

That was the last memory out of multiple Nux had already shown. Archon, still trapped inside the artifact, stared at the air like he was waking from a nightmare.

That was the last memory out of multiple Nux had already shown.

Nux stood in front of him with a relaxed expression, then he looked at Archon and—

"That was three thousand and fifty-one more lives."

He commented calmly, as if what he just saw had no effect on him. Archon’s breath hitched at those words. Nux then tilted his head slightly, like he was doing simple math for fun.

"That brings the total up to one hundred and twenty million—well, roughly.

I’ve never been good at math, you see? So I go by the nearest round figure.

Now—"

He paused for a second, almost as if he wanted to see how Archon was going to react to his words.

"I said I would make you suffer for a century for every life you hurt, but..."

Nux’s lips curved, but this time, the amusement in his smile was replaced by something... comparatively colder.

"That was far higher than I expected."

He looked Archon in the eyes.

"How much did it make?"

Then he answered without waiting.

"Twelve billion, three hundred five thousand and one hundred years."

He spoke, his voice still casual, not matching his expression at all.

Archon’s eyes widened so much it looked like they might split—

For two reasons, actually—

First, the math did not make sense!

It was completely and utterly wrong!

But that wasn’t even important right now! There was no way he was going to admit to anything because even if he corrected the math, it would still not help.

"No—!!"

He screamed, his voice cracking.

"That— that’s not mine! Those aren’t my memories!"

He shook his head violently.

The strategy was simple; it was his word against Nux’s. So he wasn’t going to admit to anything at all, no matter what it took.

"This is forged! This artifact is creating lies! It’s making things up!"

And Archon began his acting.

Hundreds of millions of years of acting like Light’s dog had trained him well; he was a complete natural now.

His breathing instantly turned ugly, his fear turned into anger, and—

"You! You did this!"

He pointed at Nux like a child blaming something out of his control.

"You put those images there! You’re twisting it! You’re trying to paint me as a monster! You are—"

He continued his blaming, but Nux...

He had already stopped listening.

He just stared at the man in front of him with a deadpan look on his face, and a long second passed just like that.

Then Nux sighed, like he was tired.

"...right."

He nodded slowly.

"Of course."

Archon’s face tightened. He was still speaking when he saw that look on Nux’s face and he...

He clung onto it in an instant, like a drowning man who had finally found a way out.

"Yes! Yes, of course! This is how you work! You— you poison people, you make them doubt Light, you—"

Nux raised a hand and once again, the heavy pressure that had stopped Archon from moving returned, instantly shutting him up.

Then, Nux slowly stepped forward.

"Alright, since you believe I’m lying..."

He leaned a little closer.

"Let’s resolve it with the oldest method in the book."

Archon swallowed. He wanted to say something—anything—but Nux’s pressure was... too horrifying. Let alone speaking, he couldn’t even breathe right.

As for Nux, his gaze remained on Archon and—

"The one that makes every being speak the truth."

He spoke, his amusement returning to his face.

A sight that no being who had encountered him in the past would say is a good sign.

"Pain."

Archon’s eyes widened in complete horror. He glared at him, and for a very slight moment, he felt the restrictions on him loosen—and he used that opportunity without thinking even for a moment.

"YOU WILL NOT HAVE YOUR WAY!!!"

He roared in anger and forced his power out.

BOOOOM

The ’pressure’ around him cracked, holy energy surged from his wings, he lunged forward, trying to cut Nux in two with a blade of condensed light.

Nux didn’t move; he just lifted a hand and slapped the attack aside like it was a fly.

Crack

The light blade shattered into harmless sparks.

Archon froze at how easy it was, but this wasn’t the time to lose himself; he needed to move—and he did.

He tried to attack again—chains, spears, a storm of sharp halos, anything.

But it didn’t work.

Nux walked through everything. Every move Archon made got brushed away; every ’ultimate’ technique that would have crushed any being from his world became useless the moment Nux flicked.

And Archon, in all his desperation and helplessness—

He ran.

He did not know where he was going; he did not even know where he was, but it did not matter, he just wanted to run away.

But...

The moment he distanced himself from Nux and continued running forward, away from Nux—

Nux appeared in front of him. There was no sound, no tear in space, he just... materialized there.

Archon stopped, his wings flaring wide as he stared at Nux in horror.

"How—"

He tried to ask, but Nux didn’t answer. He just raised his palm, a strange black energy gathering around it and, before Archon could even react—

Nux placed his palm at the center of Archon’s chest.

It was a simple touch.

For a moment, it seemed like time itself had stopped. Archon was confused; he was expecting something, but nothing happened. He thought about using this chance to attack or run away, but just as that thought strengthened and he was about to execute it—

His eyes went blank.

And his presence—his ’true’ self—was yanked out of his body like a thread pulled from cloth.

Archon stumbled, but it wasn’t his body that staggered.

It was... ’him’.

His Soul.

His soul floated weightless, cold, drifting backward, and in front of him... his own body stood still.

It was breathing, it was alive, but it was... empty.

Archon stared at it in shock, then he stared at his own hands.

They were transparent.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

His mind began racing, trying to make sense of this situation.

Then it hit him.

He realized what had happened, and when he did—

His fear doubled.

No— it multiplied.

His soul began to shake harder than his body ever could. Nux watched him with a small smile, as if he realized something as well.

"So you know."

He spoke, sounding... pleased.

Archon’s eyes snapped to Nux.

"N-No... no, no, no..."

He spoke out loud, his voice breaking from utter fear and horror that had imprinted into his mind.

"You... you can’t—

You can’t use—"

Before he could complete—

"Umbrasol’s old invention."

Nux’s grin widened even further, and the moment he confirmed it—

Archon lost himself.

His fear completely consumed him, and Nux—

Nux raised his hand again.

The space around them shimmered.

And thousands of needles appeared in the void, hovering around Archon in a slow circle.

Nux’s grin now distorted his face; he now looked... demonic.

"Let’s begin, shall we?"

He asked, and Archon...

His soul shook and, before Nux even did anything—

Archon, he—

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He screamed.