Before Allen could respond, the door slowly creaked open. A gentle aqua-haired beauty peeked inside, her amethyst eyes shimmering with warmth and quiet devotion. Clad in a simple yet elegant maid outfit, her long hair cascaded in silky waves, adorned with delicate braids that accentuated her natural grace. Two majestic black-and-gold horns with green accents curved elegantly from her head—a silent testament to her draconic lineage. Behind her, a sleek obsidian-scaled tail swayed faintly, betraying her nervous excitement.
"Master… are you awake?"
Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with hesitation, as if she feared disturbing him.
This caused Allen to sit up in bed. At the same time, the maid quickly covered her eyes with her arms—though she wasn't really covering them, peeking through her fingers with an adorable posture instead.
He blinked and glanced at Raviel. "And who is this?"
It seemed he had momentarily forgotten that Raviel had mentioned a maid before.
Raviel chuckled, propping herself up on one elbow, her smirk returning in full force.
"Oh, look~ our adorable little dragon goddess maid has come to check on you."
Tiamat's cheeks flushed. "I-I'm not little…" she pouted as she stepped inside with careful grace.
"A maid?" Allen asked. "Oh, so she's the maid you mentioned earlier."
Now he finally remembered.
"Yes. Her name is Tiamat. You can call her Tia. I think she'd be very happy if you did."
Then she added teasingly, "And she'll be your wife too."
Allen was a bit confused about why Raviel was so easily offering him another wife.
Does she have some kind of fetish for building a harem for her husband? What an understanding woman, he thought.
Raviel pinched Allen's thigh while giggling, then kissed his neck and bit him until it bled. Since she could hear his thoughts, she answered him directly.
"Well, darling, don't most men want a harem anyway? As an understanding wife, I should grant that wish, shouldn't I?" she whispered, licking the bite mark and healing it.
"Well, that's true. Thank you, my understanding wife," Allen replied.
He then smiled and patted the space beside him.
"Come here, Tia. May I call you that?"
Of course, he wouldn't refuse making Tiamat his second wife—especially since Raviel had no problem with it. It even seemed like she enjoyed making a harem for him.
Tiamat's amethyst eyes sparkled, and in an instant she was beside Allen, pressing against his side with an instinctive need for affection. The tip of her curved horn brushed his cheek as she approached, warmth radiating from her body like the gentle embrace of the sea.
"Tia, can you hide your horns? It's not that I don't like them, but they're scratching my cheek right now."
"Okay, Master."
Her horns disappeared, and she returned to clinging to him.
Raviel smirked, clearly entertained.
"Hmm, it looks like she likes you, darling. So you have to take responsibility and marry her too, okay?"
"Of course, as long as you're fine with it."
"Hehe, don't worry, darling. I actually want you to have a big harem. After all, the greater the power, the bigger the harem," Raviel said, blatantly twisting Uncle Ben's famous line from Spider-Man.
Hearing that, Tiamat looked delighted, her purple eyes sparkling as she gazed at Allen.
"Master, in that case… would Master like to eat Tia first?" she asked innocently.
"Well, we can do that later," Allen said, running his fingers through her silky aqua hair, making her purr softly. She was like a domestic cat craving attention. He wasn't in a hurry—there was plenty of time after the wedding ceremony.
Tiamat curled up contentedly as he touched her.
Allen chuckled. "Alright, I need to take a shower first."
Tiamat tilted her head. "Okay, Master. If you want… I can help wash your back."
"Hm, sure. Let's go," Allen said without refusing.
Raviel simply smiled and was about to go back to sleep, but Allen suddenly lifted her into his arms.
"You need a bath too," he said.
"Kyah—!"
Raviel let out a surprised yelp, though there was no fear in her voice. She simply resigned herself and let Allen carry her toward the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Tiamat quickly removed her clothes and followed Allen into the bathroom.
And it wasn't long before the sounds of Raviel's moans echoed through the room once more, her breathy gasps and whimpers filling the air with renewed intensity. This was, of course, because Allen had flipped her over onto her stomach and plunged his thick cock back into her still-sensitive asshole, the tight passage clenching around him as he thrust deep and steady, reigniting the delicious burn that made her squirm and cry out in a mix of lingering soreness and fresh pleasure.
Meanwhile, Tiamat, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson from the erotic display before her, remained diligently occupied, pressing her soft, full breasts against Allen's back and rubbing them up and down his skin in slow, teasing circles. The warmth of her body and the gentle friction of her nipples hardening against him added another layer of sensation, her hands occasionally gripping his shoulders for leverage as she worked to soothe and arouse him further.
Even so, Allen held back from taking Tiamat right then, savoring the anticipation and deciding to save her for later, letting the tension build as he focused on driving Raviel to another shattering climax.
Three hours had passed. Allen looked refreshed after going a few rounds in the bathroom, while Raviel—who looked like she was having trouble standing—was finally brought to the dining room so they could eat together after finishing their bath. Allen even asked why she didn't heal herself, but Raviel simply replied, "I like this pain." Not pain from akatsuki, of course.
'Well, I guess that's not my problem. Women are strange creatures—sometimes you just won't understand how they think,' Allen thought.
As they sat down to eat, Allen glanced over at Tiamat, who was happily arranging the plates with great care. Despite her gentle and refined demeanor, Allen knew the truth—Tiamat was one of the primeval gods, the mother of all life. Yet here she was, acting as his personal servant, doting on him like a devoted lover. It still felt surreal.
Raviel, as always, noticed his expression and smirked knowingly.
"You're wondering why Tiamat is here, aren't you, Allen?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't all sane people like that?"
Tiamat blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Is it… strange?"
"Strange?" Allen nodded. "Yeah, I'm just curious why you're able to be in this place," he said while taking a sip of the tea she had brewed. "And now you're my cute little maid—or maybe I'm just overthinking it."
Tiamat's ears drooped slightly as she looked down. "I… I'm not sure how to answer that…"
Seeing that Tiamat seemed a bit down because of his words, Allen reached over and ruffled her soft aqua hair.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way. I'm just curious, that's all," Allen said with a smile.
Seeing Allen try to comfort her, Tiamat immediately brightened again.
Raviel stretched her arms, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied look.
"Well, since you asked~ I may have had a hand in it."
Allen gave her a deadpan look. "Of course you did," he said, beginning to understand Raviel's personality a little better. You could say she was quite mischievous.
Raviel giggled, twirling a strand of her silver hair.
"From the moment Tiamat was born, I granted her a vision—of her fate, and of what she would become in the far future."
'In short, you brainwashed her,' Allen thought, finally understanding what had happened.
Tiamat shifted uncomfortably, her tail curling around her waist as she whispered,
"Destruction… exile…"
Allen fell silent. The weight of those words lingered in the air—a grim reminder of the tragic fate that awaited the original Tiamat in myth. She was destined to be seen as a monster, discarded by the very children she created.
"But," Raviel continued, lightly tapping her fork against her plate,
"I gave her a choice. To follow that cruel fate… or to forge a new one. One where she would be cherished, loved, and free from that destined pain."
Tiamat looked up at Allen, her amethyst eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion.
"I chose you, Master," she murmured.
Hearing that, Allen felt the urge to hug Tiamat right then and there. He was genuinely moved.
Raviel smirked.
"So instead of becoming an enemy of humanity, she became your devoted maid—and eventually—your wife."
Tiamat's face turned bright red.
"R-Raviel, please don't say things like that… we're not officially married yet."
Allen chuckled, shaking his head.
"I see. So you rewrote history just so I could have the Primordial Goddess of Creation as my personal maid?"
"Of course~!" Raviel replied proudly.
"Why settle for anything less, Allen?"
Tiamat covered her face with both hands, her horns trembling from embarrassment.
Allen leaned closer, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper.
"You don't regret it, do you, Tia?"
She peeked through her fingers, then slowly shook her head.
"No… never."
A warm smile formed on his lips.
"Good."
Another thought crossed his mind, and he glanced at Raviel.
"But if Tiamat is here, what happens to the fate of the gods who were supposed to be born?"
Raviel waved off his concern with an elegant flick of her hand.
"Oh, don't worry about that~. In that universe, Gaia—Earth's consciousness and the Counter Force itself—will handle it. Gods and goddesses will still be born, just in different ways. Besides, I've already hacked the Counter Force system there, so the world's story won't stray too far."
He exhaled and shook his head.
"You really planned everything, huh?" Allen said, giving Raviel a thumbs-up.
"Naturally," Raviel purred, resting her chin on his shoulder as she pressed herself affectionately against his body.
"After all, my beloved Husband deserves the best."
"So, what about the future?" Allen said. "Where are we going to hold the wedding? Do you already have a good place in mind?"
For now, he had absolutely nothing—after all, he had died and been brought here completely naked. Naturally, the only one he could rely on for something like this was Raviel.
"Hmmm… how about the Type-Moon world, the one Tiamat originally comes from?" Raviel suggested.
"NO!" Allen replied immediately, rejecting the idea without hesitation.
He had no interest in strange worlds—especially anime worlds. If it were only temporary, like visiting to look for additional wives or expand his harem, then sure, that wouldn't be a problem. But as a place to live in permanently, and especially as a wedding location? That was a big NO for Allen.
He also wasn't particularly interested in all the drama involving Zeus and the gods of that place.
'Still… I can't deny that I'm a little curious and want to meet the Olympian goddesses,' Allen thought.
'Especially Hera, Artemis, Athena, Hestia, Demeter, Persephone, and Aphrodite.'
Raviel, of course, heard her husband's thoughts. A certain idea began to form in her mind—something she fully intended to act on later, quietly and behind the scenes.
"So then, what should we do?" Raviel asked with a smile.
"Hmmm… can I choose the world myself, dear?" Allen said. He already had several worlds in mind that he wanted to visit.
"Of course you can," Raviel replied. She snapped her fingers, and a transparent panel—like a system interface—appeared in front of Allen. On it was a list of various worlds he could freely choose from.
"So efficient," Allen remarked, looking over the available worlds.
Especially since he could now see worlds that seemed to be blended with other stories—like Marvel and DC. There was even Marvel Zombies. But when his eyes landed on a world labeled Resident Evil, his hand trembled—not from fear, but excitement. Allen was a huge fan of the game series.
Still, for now, he wanted to choose a different place. He preferred a world that could be considered relatively peaceful and less dangerous—somewhere without unnecessary chaos, especially since they planned to hold a wedding ceremony.
Then his gaze fell on ASOIAF, the world from George R. R. Martin's novels. It was one of his favorite stories, and his heart started pounding the moment he saw it. He almost chose it on the spot—but managed to restrain himself.
"Next time," Allen muttered, sliding the list aside.
Soon after, he noticed a comedy world titled Grown Ups, though it seemed to be merged with the Transformers universe.
"Hmmm… I think this world should be fine," Allen said.
He selected it, carefully choosing a timeline set a years before the events of Transformers even began.
"Okay, I think this world is good enough," Allen said, turning to look at Raviel.
Raviel glanced at the world Allen had chosen and nodded.
"Yeah, I think that world is quite nice," she said with a smile.
"But before we go, I want to give you something first, my love."
Allen shrugged. "Sure. Let's see what you want to give me."
Hearing that, Raviel snapped her fingers, and a translucent screen materialized before him.
[Status]
• Name: Allen
• Race: Human
• Class: None
• Abilities: None
Affection Levels:
• Raviel (∞)
• Tiamat (∞)
[Skills]
• Harem Halo (Hidden)
• System's Favorite: Raviel spoils him endlessly.
• Immune to all curses, seals, and mental manipulation, including mind control.
• "Plot Armor" Buff: Beyond time, space, and death—you can't die unless she allows it.
"WTF… I can't die unless you let me?"
Allen choked, staring at the status panel in disbelief.
Raviel giggled, leaning closer with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Come on, my dear husband~ This is a good thing! You're immortal now. Isn't that every man's dream?"
Allen rubbed his temples.
"Well… yeah, but now I feel like I'm basically Deadpool or something."
Raviel gently bit his ear.
"Allen, at least now you know how much I love you. How could I ever let my beloved die so easily?"
"Well, of course, I love you too, Raviel," Allen said.
Then Tiamat tugged lightly on Allen's clothes, as if silently asking whether he loved her as well.
"You too, Tia. I really like you," Allen said.
That immediately made Tiamat happy.
"Hihi, I like you too," she said, hugging Allen tightly.
Shortly after—
"Alright then, let's go," Raviel said.
She snapped her fingers, and a door appeared beside Allen. The door shimmered with an otherworldly glow, swirling with colors that seemed to defy reality itself.
Allen stepped closer, his hands casually in his pockets as he examined the portal.
"A portable portal, huh? Feels a bit too convenient, don't you think?"
"Alright, alright," Raviel replied. "You and Tiamat go in first. I still have something to take care of. Oh—and don't worry. I've already arranged our identities there, and a mansion for us to live in."
Allen was admittedly curious about whatever his wife meant by that, but in the end, he simply nodded—and stepped into the portal.