The tyrant's roar reverberated through the hall like thunder loaded with corrupted mana, making the few chandeliers that were still holding on swing violently and crystals shatter on the cracked marble floor. The air grew heavy, filled with the metallic smell of mana blood and the sweet perfume of the noblewomen in panic. The monster's bony claw came down with brutal force, cracking the floor where a group of mobs had been seconds before — bodies crushed, muffled groans dying quickly. I rolled to the side at the last instant, serrated weapon firm in my hand, the rusted blade glowing with subtle pink mana traces leaking from my own Aspect.
Rebecca was by my side, mana flaming around her fists as she launched another concentrated fireball. The projectile hit the creature's flank with a loud hiss, flesh burning and releasing black smoke, but the thing barely flinched. Olivia stayed right behind, uniform disheveled from the previous run, weak mana but enough to maintain a translucent shield that trembled under the shockwaves. Her eyes, big and innocent hours earlier, now mixed fear with something hotter — the Beast's Scent taking effect even on her.
Fuck, the monster wouldn't fall. The five milky eyes blinked slowly, regenerating burned tissue as if time ran backwards for it. Just like the previous Nightmare: resistant as fuck, maybe immortal while the tower anomaly pulsed strongly. We needed to buy time — dissipate the invocation or find the internal core. Academy reinforcements should be coming, female instructors with enchanted armor, but until then it was us against this thing.
[Current PV: 6,612 / Accelerated Consumption: +0.7 PV/min from full active Beast's Scent Mode]
[System: Fufufu~ Master, the big guy is giving you trouble, but look at the buffet around… women in total panic, ambient mana vibrating high. The Scent is spreading like wildfire. Amplify it a bit more — they'll crawl to you in the middle of the chaos, virgins and nobles all together~]
The system bitch wasn't lying. The hall had turned into a sea of torn dresses and bodies running toward the exits locked by the cracked barrier. But many stopped midway, nostrils flaring as if inhaling something irresistible. Glazed eyes turned to me, blush rising up their necks, hands instinctively sliding to thighs or cleavages. General class virgins blushing hard, arrogant heiresses biting their lower lips, some already moaning low as they leaned on columns to not fall.
Fear mixed with primal desire, mana pheromones turning flight into surrender. A brunette in a green dress — the type Raymond was devouring with his eyes earlier — tripped near me, falling to her knees. Hypnotic eyes fixed on the bulge in my pants. "Please… touch me. I can't take this heat anymore…"
I didn't ignore her. I quickly pulled her to a corner behind an overturned table, hand sliding under her torn skirt, fingers plunging straight into her soaked pussy. She came instantly, walls contracting hard around my fingers, muffled scream into her own arm.
[+350 PV – Quick Fingering (Non-Virgin in Chaos) + Collective Excitement Bonus]
[+200 PV – Amplified Effect on Crowd (x38 targets now)]
Rebecca saw the scene, jealousy flaring in her eyes despite the danger. "You arrogant bitch… he's my exclusive." But her mana pulsed stronger, partner rank 1 amplifying everything — her desire rising along with it, pussy still throbbing from the fuck in the corridor.
She fired a bigger spell, concentrated flame hitting the tyrant's side eye. The creature roared, partially blinded, arm swinging frantically but imprecise. Olivia reinforced the shield, murmuring: "Why didn't I notice before… global tower echo, the monster doesn't die conventionally."
Fuck, the two of them catching the pattern fast. Harem useful for fighting, not just for bed.
The tyrant advanced again, focusing on surviving mobs — Daniel screaming as he rolled to avoid the claw, Raymond adjusting his broken glasses and summoning a weak shield. But I was no longer one of them.
I leaped high, sword plunging into the lower arm joint — blade sinking deep, cruel twist tearing venomous tendons that spurted black mana. The creature convulsed violently, falling to the side and cracking the floor even more.
But the eyes regenerated slowly. Essential time: collect supplies now — constant PV from the Scent, protected partners, loot if it dropped.
Women going crazier. A blonde virgin — status confirmed by the system — crawled toward me, trembling hands on my leg. "My lord… please, use me. I'm burning inside."
Rebecca pulled her by the hair, possessive. "He's mine first. But… after the fight, maybe I'll share with Olivia and you."
Olivia blushed hard, the Scent hitting her fully. "R-Rebecca… I want it too."
[+500 PV – Amplified Initial Harem Excitement]
[System: That's it, master! They're fighting over you in the chaos. Cum quick in one for insane bonus — consumes less if you feed constantly~]
Marie in the opposite center, princes forming a barrier around her. Her eyes fixed on me — pure irritation, murmuring loudly: "Who the hell is this insignificant background character? Ruining my perfect plan…" She would lock herself in her room later, whimpering about her dead brother, while her cute servant collected info on the threat I was becoming — duel or something bigger.
But now, focus. The tyrant rose again, slower but furious. We needed to dismember parts, collect "flesh" mana, enchanted debris firewood, warm clothes from fallen bodies — survive the long night of the anomaly.
I advanced with Rebecca, sword and fire synchronized. Olivia healing minor wounds from a distance — new skill shining.
The Beast laughed loudly inside me. Perfect chaos: kill the monster, devour females, collect everything useful before fate decided otherwise.
The sun was rising outside the cracked barrier, but the eternal night of the invasion had only just begun.