The Law of Attraction
Power bends matter.
Authority bends law.
But Charm—
Charm bends hearts.
And hearts move worlds.
Three weeks after birth—
The Sovereign Palace began experiencing… abnormalities.
Servants forgot their duties.
Guards hesitated mid-march.
Even Ascendant elders lost composure when entering the inner courtyard.
Not from suppression.
Not from fear.
From presence.
The infant sat quietly beside Seraphina beneath a crystallized god-tree.
He was not cultivating.
Not circulating.
Just existing.
And existence itself was distorting probabilities.
The Trigger
Seraphina's Astral Physique contained a hidden trait:
Celestial Allure Amplification
When bonded to a compatible entity, it converts soul resonance into Charisma-type stat gain.
Base Gain from resonance feedback: +300 CHARM per cycle.
After full multiplier calculation:
300 × 1,000,000= 300,000,000
The Origin absorbed it instantly.
Stabilized it.
Integrated it.
Charm is quantitative influence.
It does not override Realm Authority.
A God immune to mortal suppression remains immune.
But emotional inclination?
That is not authority.
That is will.
And will fluctuates.
His CHARM crossed 1 million.
Then 10 million.
Then 100 million.
Then—
300,000,000.
The air shimmered faintly.
Not visually.
Emotionally.
Anyone who looked at him felt—
Peace.
Longing.
Devotion.
Curiosity.
Protectiveness.
Desire.
All tailored to their deepest void.
Not manipulation.
Reflection.
He became what others unconsciously sought.
In a distant divine court—
The God of Beauty paused mid-conversation.
Her divine mirror cracked.
She frowned.
"Why does the world feel… displaced?"
In another realm layer—
The Divine Incubus King lost control of a seduction ritual.
His prey walked away.
Confused.
Disoriented.
He snarled.
"Who dares interfere with my domain of desire?"
Neither understood.
Charm is not a domain.
It is influence.
And influence does not challenge authority.
It permeates beneath it.
Back in the palace—
Seraphina stared at him.
Her silver eyes trembled.
Not because she was overwhelmed.
But because she could feel the difference.
This was no longer simple attraction.
It was gravitational affection.
Her ambition remained intact.
Her independence untouched.
But her emotional loyalty—
Deepened.
Stabilized.
Bond Stability: 99%.
Ascendant maids began arguing for the right to attend him.
Demigod concubines of visiting nobles requested glimpses of the "Sovereign Child."
Political factions subtly shifted.
All without a single command from him.
Yet—
Authority remained unchanged.
He was still Mortal Stage 2.
If a God wished, they could erase him.
But now—
They would hesitate.
Because killing him would feel like destroying something irreplaceable.
And hesitation changes outcomes.
Skyrocketing Presence
His DOMINANCE rose in parallel.
Not suppression-based.
Presence-based.
His EXISTENCE WEIGHT climbed to 5.
Reality thickened around him.
People unconsciously stood straighter when near him.
The Sovereign Father finally spoke privately with his wife.
"This is dangerous."
She nodded.
"Charm at this scale can influence politics across realms."
"And if the Artificial Origin Cult senses emotional shifts—"
"They will investigate."
The infant understood none of the politics consciously.
But instinct told him something important:
Charm must be controlled.
Uncontrolled charm creates obsession.
Obsession creates instability.
Instability invites enemies.
So he practiced restraint.
He began limiting eye contact.
Suppressing emotional leakage.
Channeling CHARM inward.
Refining it like qi.
And then—
She entered.
The Maid Who Did Not Look Away
Her name was Lira.
A palace maid.
Mortal Stage 9.
Assigned to peripheral chamber maintenance.
Unlike the others—
She did not tremble when near him.
Did not blush.
Did not hesitate.
She simply performed her duties.
Steady.
Focused.
Calm.
He noticed immediately.
PERCEPTION 9,200 locked onto her.
Why was she unaffected?
He extended awareness carefully.
Not charm.
Observation.
Her soul was scarred.
Not broken.
Scarred.
Emotional suppression training.
Disciplined will.
WIL: exceptionally refined for Mortal Stage 9.
She had entered palace service to support her younger siblings in a lower district.
No ambition for power.
Only responsibility.
When she approached to adjust the silk cushions—
Their eyes met.
For one brief second—
Her breath paused.
Not overwhelmed.
Just… surprised.
Then she bowed.
"Forgive my clumsiness, Young Master."
Her voice did not shake.
System flicker.
[Potential Bond Candidate Detected]Tier: MortalUnique Trait: Emotional Equilibrium ConstitutionLoyalty Vector: Responsibility-BasedCompatibility: 88%
Seraphina noticed.
Her gaze shifted to Lira.
Not hostile.
Evaluating.
A future rival?
Or ally?
The infant extended his small hand.
Not commanding.
Inviting.
Lira hesitated.
Then gently allowed his fingers to wrap around hers.
Her pulse accelerated.
But she did not lose herself.
Instead—
A quiet warmth bloomed in her chest.
Not obsession.
Not infatuation.
Trust.
A thin thread of light formed.
Much thinner than Seraphina's.
But stable.
Balanced.
Honest.
System Notification:
[Bond Formation Initiating]Bond Tier: MortalConsent: Mutual
Bond Established.
Bond Count: 2
Multiplier recalculation:
1,000,000 × (2^1.2)
2^1.2 ≈ 2.297
Multiplier = 2,297,000×
The courtyard air shifted.
Not explosive.
But heavier.
Compounded growth.
Future gains would now multiply by 2,297,000.
Lira felt it faintly.
Her cultivation bottleneck loosened.
For the first time in years—
She felt hope for personal strength.
Not just duty.
Seraphina stepped closer.
Studied the maid.
Then nodded slightly.
"Grow with us."
Not command.
Invitation.
And in that moment—
The foundation of a harem was not built on dominance.
But on:
Ambition.
Responsibility.
Shared ascent.
The child closed his eyes.
Two bonds.
Two paths.
One infinite Origin.
Above the God World—
Something vast shifted.
Interest deepening.
Because charm that surpasses divine beauty…
Is the beginning of myth.
And this myth—
Had just acquired its second heroine.