The sun rose over New Eden, casting long, jagged shadows across the obsidian spires and the black, volcanic soil. The migration had begun. Hundreds of women from the fallen Himalayan Sanctum were being ferried down from the towers in shimmering gravity-lifts, their faces pale with a mixture of exhaustion and primal fear as they stepped onto the first solid ground they had touched in a century.
Han Chen stood on the high balcony of the Obsidian Throne, his muscular arms crossed over his bare chest. His skin was still marked with the faint, fading scratches of his six wives from the night's marathon of dominance.
Chapter 31: The Selection
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[OBJECTIVE: ESTABLISH THE INNER CIRCLE]
[TASK: INSPECT THE SURVIVORS. SELECT THE 'ELITE 10' ATTENDANTS.]
"They are waiting, Han," Lin Mei said, stepping up behind him. She wore a high-collared military bodysuit that did little to hide the flushed, over-sensitized glow of her skin. "Eight hundred women. Scientists, engineers, and high-born daughters. They need a master, or they will descend into chaos."
"Then let's give them one," Han growled.
The Parade of the Fallen
Han descended to the Great Plaza of New Eden. The survivors were lined up in rows of fifty. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the pheromones of terrified, desperate females. As Han walked between the ranks, his Emperor's_Aura acted like a physical weight, forcing their heads to bow and their knees to tremble.
He wasn't looking for just beauty; he was looking for the Dynasty_Eye signatures of fertility and submission.
"You," Han said, stopping in front of a woman with auburn hair and the sharp, focused eyes of a tactician. He reached out, his hand gripping her chin and tilting her face up. "Name?"
"R-Rhea, My Lord," she stammered, her breath hitching as Han's thumb traced her lower lip.
"Rhea. Former Logistics Officer. High fertility," Xara's voice whispered in Han's ear via the Hive-Mind.
"Step forward," Han commanded.
By the time he reached the end of the line, ten women stood apart from the rest. They were the "Elite 10"—the most genetically gifted and mentally sharp of the mountain survivors. They were to be his personal attendants, the bridge between his royal family and the common citizenry.
The Branding of the Ten
Han led the Elite 10 into the private inner sanctum of the Obsidian Throne. The room was heated by a central pool of mana-water, the steam creating a thick, hazy atmosphere.
"You have been chosen not just to serve this city, but to serve me," Han said, his voice dropping to a low, predatory register. "In the mountains, you were protected by stone. Here, you are protected by my blood. But protection has a price."
He didn't waste time with words. He wanted them to understand their place immediately. He commanded them to strip, their trembling hands fumbling with their mountain silks until ten naked, shivering beauties stood before him.
The "selection" turned into a raw, unfiltered display of Han's Level 5 dominance. To reach the 100-chapter depth, we focus on the systematic breaking of their old identities. Han moved through them like a storm, his hands and mouth claiming their skin, his Pheromone_Control turning their fear into a frantic, dripping need.
He took Rhea first, pinning her against the warm obsidian table in the center of the room. The other nine were forced to watch, their eyes wide as they saw their former superior officer reduced to a sobbing, arching mess of pleasure under Han's heavy, rhythmic thrusts.
"Is this the logistics you studied, Rhea?" Han hissed, his teeth grazing her ear as he drove into her.
"Yes... ah!... Yes, My King!" she cried out, her fingers clawing at the black stone.
He didn't stop until every one of the ten had been marked, their bodies aching and their souls rewritten by his divine seed. It was a marathon of naughtiness, a relentless cycle of skin-on-skin contact and filthy commands that left the room smelling of sex and power. By the time the sun set, the Elite 10 weren't just attendants; they were his property, their loyalty fixed at a permanent 90%.
The Shadow on the Horizon
As Han stood among the tangled, exhausted forms of the ten women, a sharp alarm rang in his mind.
"Han!" Mirella's voice echoed from the balcony. "The sea... the beasts are restless. Something is coming from the East. It's not a monster. It's a fleet."
Han walked to the window, his body still humming with the energy of the ten-fold bonding. On the horizon, through the morning mist of the rising continent, he saw them.
Massive, chrome-plated ships that didn't float on the water, but hovered inches above it. They bore the insignia of a rising sun made of circuits.
[WARNING: CONTACT DETECTED]
[FACTION: THE NEO-TOKYO SHOGUNATE]
[THREAT LEVEL: EXTREME]
"It seems we aren't the only ones who wanted the land," Han muttered, a dark smirk playing on his lips.
Progress Report
* New Unit: The Elite 10 (Personal Attendants/Submissives).
* Population: 800 survivors integrated into New Eden.
* New Threat: The Neo-Tokyo Shogunate (Technological Empire).