Chapter 139: ¹³⁹Unification

The heavy wooden door to the master bedroom was shut tight. The miniature apocalypse occurring inside was now completely isolated from the outside world.

The air felt suffocatingly heavy and dim. The oil lamps had long been extinguished, yet six distinct magical glows flickered in turn, radiating from the Lust Brands of the six women surrounding the bed.

In the center of the massive bed, Ethan Valen lay completely powerless.

His face was as pale as alabaster, nearly blending with the color of the sheets. His breathing was frighteningly shallow, like a fleeting breeze that could snuff out at any moment. His black shirt had been loosened, exposing the Horned Crown tattoo on his left chest.

The symbol of absolute authority pulsed with an incredibly weak crimson glow. It was on the verge of fading out. The essence of the Demon Lord was truly teetering on the edge of the abyss.

Lilith stepped forward first, shattering the silence.

Without a shred of hesitation, she stripped off her maid dress and let it pool on the floor. Her milky-white skin reflected the room’s ambient magical glow. Her reddish-gold eyes, usually swirling with cunning mischief, now radiated absolute seriousness. In the cleavage of her chest, the black rose Lust Brand burned brightly.

Lilith slowly climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over Ethan’s body, and guided herself to unite with the young man.

In that very second, the black rose on her chest erupted with blinding light.

Pure energy of desire surged frantically from the succubus’s body into Ethan’s mana circuits. Lilith moved with a measured rhythm—wild and seductive, yet incredibly precise, like a dark priestess weaving a spell of life.

”Haaah…” Her husky sigh drifted through the air as she squeezed out every last drop of her Sin Mana to shatter the blockages in Ethan’s circuits.

Gradually, the glow of the Horned Crown on Ethan’s chest pulsed a fraction brighter.

Once her energy limit was completely drained, Lilith pulled away. She stepped down with violently trembling legs, yet a faint smile of satisfaction was etched on her lips. The pathway had been forced open.

Kaelia von Ashford stepped forward to take her place.

The red-haired girl bit her lower lip so hard her alabaster face flushed violently red. Her pride thrashed in protest, but the black-flame rose Lust Brand on her lower abdomen throbbed with searing heat, subjugating her rationale to pure instinct.

With trembling hands, Kaelia discarded her tunic. She climbed onto the bed, and the moment they united, the Crimson Sin Fire in her womb erupted.

”Nnh…” Her first gasp was forcefully choked back in her throat.

Kaelia squeezed her eyes shut. She tried desperately to suppress her shame, but the energy being siphoned from her was too massive. Her rhythm gradually became emotional. Jealousy, the agonizing fear of losing him, and the crumbling walls of the Fire Queen’s pride all poured out at once.

The black flame on her abdomen burned ever brighter as her sighs broke free. She surrendered absolutely everything, eventually collapsing to the side of the bed, utterly devoid of strength.

Valera Voss immediately took over.

The exotic knight stripped off her leather armor with efficient motions, leaving only the thick bandages wrapped around her right arm. On the left side of her neck, the spiral rose radiated a black-gold light.

She mounted Ethan with the posture of a fighter locking down a target. As they united, the Golden Beast Aura in her body detonated.

”Ergh…” Valera’s groan was deep and husky, sounding like a suppressed roar in the heat of battle.

Her movements were rhythmic, feral, and completely devoid of hesitation. She channeled pure, monstrous vitality straight into her master’s veins. Once her duty was fulfilled, Valera pulled away swiftly, offering a faint, exhausted smirk.

From the darkest corner of the room, trembling footsteps echoed softly. Laras.

The skinny girl stepped forward, her frail frame shivering violently. She slipped out of her oversized dress, revealing the lingering purple bruises and the dark-reddish rose tattoo on her back.

When Laras united with Ethan, her body instantly stiffened. Not from pleasure, but from the lingering grip of her past trauma.

Yet, her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly. She refused to back down.

”A-ah…” A muffled, heartbreaking sob escaped her lips. The rose on her back emitted a dim glow, forcing the dregs of her life force to flow and stabilize her savior. Laras completed her sacrifice, weeping silently all the while.

Now, it was Miya Evarett’s turn.

The petite Elf Healer’s face was already flushed completely red, like a boiled crab. The corners of her eyes watered from unbearable embarrassment. With trembling hands, she shed her maid uniform. On her left thigh, the crimson rose throbbed wildly.

Miya’s movements were incredibly awkward. But as they united, she spread her palms and pressed them flat against Ethan’s chest.

Crimson Radiance.

A holy, pale-red light flooded the dark chamber. The energy wasn’t simply recharging him; it was actively knitting and patching the shattered fragments of Ethan’s physical mana circuits.

Miya hurriedly covered her mouth with the back of her hand, stifling a humiliating moan. Her radiant light stitched together what was torn, until she finally collapsed—her body trembling heavily, her face buried deep in shame.

Amidst the storm of energy being relentlessly injected into him, Ethan’s consciousness was hurled far away.

Not into the abyssal darkness of Asmodeus, but to a boundless, endless meadow. The wind blew without a sound. The sky above was a pale grey-white—hollow and seemingly eternal.

A few steps ahead of him, two figures stood side by side.

One was a man. His body radiated a golden-white light so blinding that his features were blurred. Beside him stood a woman with long black hair, entirely shrouded in a dense, reddish-black mist.

Ethan froze. The deepest instincts of his soul instantly resonated with them.

They both smiled at him. Smiles that were not visibly clear, yet he could feel them seeping right into his bones.

Then, they spoke. Their voices emerged in perfect unison—echoing, layered, and vibrating through every fiber of Ethan’s soul.

”Our son… you have grown so much.”

Ethan’s breath hitched. He tried to take a step, but his feet felt nailed to the ground.

”The fate of humanity… hangs by a thread,” the layered voices continued, carrying the echo of an ancient sorrow. “War is coming. A war that will wipe mankind off the face of this earth.”

Both entities of light and darkness raised their hands in unison, pointing directly at Ethan’s chest.

”But you… and your sister… are the key.”

Ethan’s jaw clenched tight. The emotions he had kept locked away at the bottom of his heart—the agonizing questions that had tortured him since the night of the massacre—forced their way out.

”Are you… still alive?” Ethan asked hoarsely.

The two figures did not answer. Their faint smiles lingered as their forms began to fade, dissolving into the grey-white air.

”Answer me!” Ethan roared. He forced his legs to move, lunging through empty space to reach them.

He was too late. His fingers grasped nothing but the void.

Ethan’s consciousness was brutally sucked back into reality.

In the real world, Isolde von Rosenberg had taken her place as the final anchor.

The Ice Archmage stepped forward without a flicker of hesitation. She slipped out of her blue silk dress, flaunting the absolute curves of her maturity. On her back, the roots of the black rose crept elegantly, radiating a magical purple glow.

The moment Isolde united with him, her alabaster body stiffened violently. The Lust Brand on her back erupted, illuminating half the room.

The densest ancient ice magic surged frantically, acting as the ultimate anchor that forcefully dragged Ethan’s soul back from the threshold of death. Isolde moved with a constant, deep rhythm, brimming with unwavering determination.

”Hnnngh…” Isolde’s moan was heavy, laced with total surrender.

Not a trace of the Northern Ruler’s pride remained. She surrendered her entire existence to become her master’s lifeline.

Isolde lowered her posture, pressing her chest against Ethan’s—aligning their heartbeats. At the climax of their unification, the Horned Crown tattoo on Ethan’s chest exploded, emitting a brilliantly blinding crimson light.

The essence of the Sin Demon had fully awakened once more.

Isolde’s breathing was heavy and ragged. She rested her forehead against Ethan’s shoulder, which was slowly beginning to feel warm again.

The ritual was complete.

The magical glow from the six Lust Brands gradually dimmed, returning the master bedroom to its previous gloom.

On the bed, Isolde was still catching her breath. Kaelia stared languidly from against the pillows. Valera leaned on the edge of the mattress, wiping away her sweat. Laras curled up far in the corner of the room, while Lilith watched from the doorway with a faint smile.

Using what little strength she had left, Miya crawled over slowly and pressed two fingers against Ethan’s wrist.

The pulse that had nearly vanished was now beating strong and steady. The deathly alabaster hue on the young man’s face was replaced by a healthy flush of life. His mana circuits slowly absorbed all the desire, feral aura, holy light, and ancient magic that had just been poured into him.

However, those dark brown eyes remained tightly shut.

The burden of this newfound power was simply too massive. He needed time to stitch his sanity back together.

Isolde lifted her face from Ethan’s shoulder. The Archmage’s icy-blue eyes stared intently at the deeply sleeping young man. She gently brushed a few strands of hair from Ethan’s forehead, then turned her head to look at the other five women.

”He hasn’t woken up,” Isolde whispered. Her voice pierced the silence, leaving behind a fresh wave of tension at the end of the night.