Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2260: This is my declaration of War.

“I’m here to end the hypocrisy of Light,

I’m here to drag every ’holy’ act into the open.

I will reveal everything they did in the name of justice.

And I…

I will stand against them—

Till one of us perishes.”

The Anomaly spoke with a solemn look on his face, and the Light Borns hearing his words, their expressions turned grave.

This… was a problem.

Supreme World of Light thrived because of Faith. Of course, there was no direct connection between their Authority and Faith itself, but even then, the basic rule was that the more people believed in them, the stronger they would be.

And if the Anomaly achieved what he wanted…

While it might not directly affect the Supreme World of Light’s powers, it would affect their reputation and everything they stood for, thus weakening their faction, which, in the future, would weaken their Authority.

This couldn’t go on.

All Light Borns came to the same conclusion at the same time. They could see the Anomaly was addressing the Universe through the screen, so the first thing they needed to do was stop him from spreading the recording.

But—

The moment that thought appeared in their heads, the Anomaly turned toward them.

Yes, he, who had been looking at empty space all this time, was now staring right at them, then—

“That’s the speech I prepared.

Cool, right?”

He grinned.

Then, as if he were meeting his best friends after a long while, the Anomaly began… chatting.

“I was busy for a while with some stuff that came up in my personal life, and holy hell, I returned and the first thing I heard was the grand speech that was addressed to me.

I was impressed, so I thought I’d prepare something in return.

It is only right, don’t you think?”

The Light Borns felt their mouths twitch. They felt like… they were being played with.

And they weren’t wrong.

Because—

“Oh, and if you are thinking about stopping this recording from spreading throughout the Universe, don’t bother.”

The Anomaly suddenly shrugged, knowing exactly what they were thinking as if he were reading their minds.

“All of this was just a bait.”

Nux admitted, then his grin widened even further and—

“I already spread the recording the moment I devoured Sanctum Aurelios.

Honestly, the only reason I even devoured it was to get your attention so you wouldn’t try and stop my people from spreading the recording, and you walked right into it.”

He laughed, right in front of their faces.

And the Light Borns…

They only widened their eyes in disbelief as they finally realized something—

They were sent here urgently. Lord Light teleported them here right when the Universe reacted, to see what was happening and stop it if that was possible.

From his tone, it was clear he took the situation seriously, but…

Ever since they came here, Lord Light had never contacted them once.

At first, they didn’t think about it too much, but now… it became clear…

Lord Light didn’t contact them because he did not have the time to. Reports from all over the Universe, about the recording the Anomaly was talking about, must have overwhelmed him.

When the Light Borns tried to contact him, to know what was happening—

[If you found anything, say it! Or do not utter another word!]

And the instant they heard Lord Light’s frantic voice, they understood it.

They…

They were fooled.

The Light Borns clenched their fists in anger, then their golden eyes turned toward the man responsible for it, and the Anomaly—

He shook his head in disappointment.

“How very predictable.

It amuses my mind how a force such as yours could rule the Universe for trillions and trillions of years.”

Silence.

Absolute silence fell over the place as the Light Borns couldn’t do anything.

Other than—

WHOOOOSH

One of them gathered Light Energy and destroyed the recording crystal, not wanting to see that smug face anymore.

The screen in front of them flickered; the Light Borns expected it to crack and disappear, but then—

The screen stabilized again, and the Anomaly smiled—

“See? Fooled you again.

The recording crystal was a fake.

I am using the Power of Space to project this.

How else do you think I know where you are standing and keep looking at you?

Do you not think at all?”

Nux asked, this time almost like a teacher who just cannot believe how foolish his student is, and the more the Light Borns heard him, the angrier they got.

“Tsk tsk.”

Nux snorted, shaking his head in disappointment again.

“Universe’s leader my ass.

You just didn’t have anyone challenge you for all these Eras.”

Then, the look on his face changed. The amusement, the glee, the teasing—it all disappeared and was replaced by something… far sharper and solemn.

“But now you do.”

He spoke, looking right into the Light Borns’ eyes.

“And this is only the beginning.

I, Nux Leander from the Leander Family, will ruin the Supreme World of Light.

This is my declaration of War.

And the answer to that little speech your leaders gave earlier.”

Nux declared.

Then his face turned darker, his eyes shined dangerously and—

“Run.”

He spoke a simple word.

“Gather your Infinities, or anyone you want.

I’ll see you at the battlefield.”

And that was when his screen disappeared—on his terms.

And the Light Borns?

They stood there in silence, and for the first time ever since they were born, they had a particular thought.

They… might not be as absolute as they once believed.

“…what do we do?”

After a long silence, one of the Light Borns asked as he looked at the commander. The commander did not answer for a while, but then, he collected himself and raised his head—

“We report.

Lady Seraphielle needs to know this.”

…

The effects of Nux’s actions weren’t instant.

How could they be?

He was targeting a force that had been around since… the creation of the very Universe.

One of the Four Strongest Forces in the entire Universe—obviously shaking them wasn’t going to be easy.

But…

That did not mean Nux’s actions had no effect at all.

Because they did.

Especially because Nux made sure the recordings spread, and they spread faster than flames themselves.

His targets were clear.

First, it was the usual, most obvious places—the mercenary worlds.

Worlds that are difficult to track and manage.

Worlds where words spread like a disease.

Worlds where… control did not exist.

In all these worlds, for some reason, a small crystal would hover above a plaza, shining faintly like a harmless decoration.

Then it would light up a screen in the air, and the crowd would gather.

Some would laugh, some would be amused, thinking it was a street performance, but the moment the images would show Auren, faces would change.

And the people would… bow.

Out of respect for the Light Born.

But then—

The screaming would begin.

And with that, with the people’s attention completely on the screen, the recordings would begin.

Across millions of worlds, even in the places where Light held power—the temples, the schools, inside noble mansions—these screens would light up and the recordings would play.

And the worst part?

The recordings shown in each world weren’t the same.

They were different.

One world saw Auren burning a prisoner from the inside while smiling like a saint.

Another saw a Light-born tribunal “purify” children because their parents couldn’t pay Faith quotas.

Another saw aid vaults stacked like mountains while starving districts were told to die with gratitude.

And in some recordings… Auren wasn’t even there.

It was other Light-borns, all doing the same things Auren did.

Filthy things that even the worst demons would look down upon.

And… trillions of beings watched it.

How could they not?

How could one not watch when a humongous screen hovered in the air, showing the ’truth’ of beings they prayed to?

And as more and more people watched, something else happened.

The people began… talking.

After all, every single world was shown a different recording.

This began with the mercenaries since they realized it first—every world they went to had people telling them different stories, and they began telling those people the stories they knew.

Just like that—

It began to spread.

A person who watched one recording would hear ten more stories from strangers.

A mother who saw a child taken in one clip would hear about a different world where an entire district vanished in white Light.

A priest who tried to calm the crowd would be forced to answer a simple question:

“If Light is mercy… why does it look like this?”

Of course, many still refused to accept it.

This was clearly a trap. It couldn’t be more obvious.

The Anomaly had challenged the Four Infinities—of course the first thing he would try to do would be to bring them down.

That was natural.

A well-implemented war tactic.

People began convincing each other and… themselves.

But…

Even those voices sounded… weak, because the recordings weren’t just showing crimes.

They were showing details.

Names.

Places.

Dates.

Faces of witnesses.

Symbols carved into halls that only Light temples used.

And within just a few days, people began to investigate on their own—secretly, of course.

Names, places, and dates that they could investigate… they investigated.

Some found something.

Others only found emptiness.

But one thing was clear.

’Something’ was happening.

And whatever it was—

It was not good for the Supreme World of Light.