Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2275: The Unnerving smile.

“I’m coming for you,”

The Anomaly spoke with a predatory grin on his face.

“Seraphielle Light.

Wait for me.”

And with that—

The screen cut.

And the void went silent.

For a few breaths, none of the Light-born elites moved.

They stood above the empty space where a High Level World had once existed, space that now looked… clean, eerily clean.

Their formations stayed tight, their halos and wings were still glowing, their artifacts still floating around them like loyal dogs that did not know their master had… already lost the hunt.

Then the commander finally exhaled.

“Find the transmission source.

Make sure this doesn’t spread.”

He ordered.

A few Light-born raised their hands at once, sending threads of Light across the void, searching for resonance, searching for anchors, searching for the smallest trace of Space-power that could be tracked.

“My Lord.”

The commander contacted Lord Light directly.

“There was another message.”

He reported with a solemn look on his face.

“Give your orders, I will assign my men to stop the spread according—”

The commander’s mind was already working, coming up with several ways to contain the recording from spreading.

In his mind, he was already fearing that the recording had already spread, just like it had before.

Some of his men were already contacting the worlds they were connected to, to know the extent of the damage they were dealing with.

But in the middle of the rush, in the middle of all these thoughts—

[What’s the message?]

Lord Light asked a question.

“My Lord…?”

The commander frowned.

Why was Lord Light asking him…?

Shouldn’t he already know?

Shouldn’t… the reports already be there?

Did the message not spread?

Did they… still have time to contain this completely?

For a moment, a ray of hope flared inside the commander’s heart. He talked about the message, what was shown, what happened to Archon, what he said before he disappeared, and then the Anomaly’s final words.

And for a moment, Lord Light stayed… silent.

The commander, on the other hand, looked at his subordinates, waiting for a report, and the reports were here.

“Nothing.

No message was spread.”

“What…?”

The commander frowned in disbelief.

“Nothing?”

He asked to confirm.

But again—

“Nothing.”

The subordinates confirmed; none of the worlds they contacted reported anything unusual.

“Did Anomaly not spread the message this time?”

The commander wondered out loud and that was when the answer came—

[No.]

It was Lord Light.

“My Lord?”

The commander tilted his head in confusion and Lord Light explained—

[The message did not spread inside Light territory.]

The commander tilted his head further in confusion and Lord Light continued—

[There were reports from neutral worlds, worlds that belong to other Supreme Factions. They all reported the screening too.

Everywhere but us.

Every world, every region in the Universe was targeted, but worlds aligned with Light weren’t.]

The rest of the Light-born heard those words and blinked.

“It’s like… it hit the entire Universe and stopped at our borders.”

“Is it because we already captured his agents?”

Another asked.

“Obviously.”

The answer came instantly.

“He needs his agents to spread his message. If there are no agents, he is helpless.”

“Other factions won’t be able to stop him, but us— the Anomaly now has no influence over us.”

“It just goes to show our superior control and power. There shouldn’t be any more doubts after this.”

The Light-born smiled, nodding at each other’s words as they talked. This seemed like a victory to them and just then, another Light-born laughed—

“So all that effort… for nothing?”

The commander didn’t laugh, but some of the others did. It started small, two or three chuckles that sounded… almost relieved, then it spread like a wave.

“He threatened Lady Seraphielle, and he couldn’t even get the threat into our worlds.”

One of them grinned.

“Pitiful,”

Another shook his head; he almost seemed… disappointed.

“He devoured a world, made a big show, and no one under Light even heard it.”

Another Light-born commented with a similar, disdainful tone. She looked amused.

“Alright, no more chit-chat. Investigate the void, try to find something.

Anything that connects us with Anomaly.

We need to find where he hides.”

The commander ordered, and with that—

The Light-born got to work.

The commander, on the other hand, looked at the place where the screen had been and remembered the last thing he saw.

That smile.

That calm smile that screamed… control.

A smile that shouldn’t belong on the face of a man who had “failed” to spread his message.

The commander’s face turned solemn, and a question rose in his head.

Why did he smile like that?

For a moment, there was no answer in his mind, and that only strengthened the question even further.

It made him feel… uneasy.

But then, another, more… stubborn answer came.

Bluff.

It was all a bluff.

It was very believable, but even then, there was this tiny uncertainty in his mind—

Was it… really a bluff?

He wondered.

But again—

There was no answer.

They could call him pitiful, they could call him a madman, they could call him a beast wearing a pretty face, but…

No matter what they said or called him—

The commander couldn’t forget the way he looked at them.

Like he already knew how it would end.

And it wouldn’t be something they would like.

Soon, however, the commander shook his head. There was no point thinking about it; the more he did, the more questions would rise.

And what actually mattered was the fact that he couldn’t reach their people.

Now all they needed to do was to report everything, prepare the next response, and tighten inspections.

And with that, the commander diverted his mind and focused on the work in front of him.

Of course, like always, the Light-born did not find anything. The Anomaly left no trace, so they only reported to Lord Light and returned.

That was it—

The incident was over.

But the effects of everything that happened…

It was finally showing.

After Seraphielle’s speech, the Light worlds had opened their gates willingly. They begged for inspection; they begged to prove their faith.

Light forces agreed.

Memory scans started.

People accepted it, because fear was stronger than shame. They accepted it, because no one wanted to be “left alone.” They accepted it, because the idea of being labeled an enemy world was worse than having strangers step into your mind.

And it was finally paying off.

Anomaly’s message did not spread in their worlds, and it was a good thing.

With this, the push became even stronger. The memory scans began feeling… right. Like doing them was important, that minds should be protected from an enemy’s influence.

It started to feel… important.

And then it became… normal.

First, it was every two months.

Then it became monthly.

In some worlds, the memories were searched every time a rumor spread.

As for the Anomaly?

He did not care that they laughed.

He did not care if people called him ’pitiful.’

He simply… continued devouring the worlds like it was the most natural thing to do.

He did it so many times that the pattern became… familiar.

So familiar that every being in the Universe recognized it.

Almost every week, the Universe’s Will would tremble in anger, and every being in the Universe would know—

A Light world was devoured.

Without any warnings, without any long changes, no heroic battles in the void, no time for the world leaders to raise a Supreme artifact and cry for help.

Every single time, the same thing would happen.

The recording would spread.

And in that recording, the ’battle’ would be shown.

A battle where the world rulers would try to resist at first, pride burning inside them but…

It would be useless.

Against the Anomaly, they would be helpless.

The Anomaly, with the same calm smile, would cut their signal from the rest of the Universe; the artifacts or relics meant to call reinforcements would stop working, no matter how desperately the world leaders tried.

Then the battle would begin.

Except it wasn’t a battle.

It was a lesson.

The world leaders would throw their most perfected techniques at him—

And the Anomaly would swat them aside like they were dust.

He would step to the side, move too close, lean in, whisper something that made their skin crawl.

He would toy with them until their confidence cracked.

Then, the sick game would begin.

The Anomaly would introduce the same artifact, the one Light had been using to read memories.

The world leaders’ memories would be read, their ’sins’ would be dragged into the light. The world leaders would scream that it was forged, they would call it unfair, but then—

After some ’convincing’—

They would scream the truth.

And once the truth was out, the Anomaly would do the same thing every time.

He would nod, as if satisfied.

He would thank them for honesty.

Then he would erase them.

The same thing.

Again and again.

Every week.

With a new world.

Light worlds fell like beads cut from a string.

And the worst part?

The news never travelled inside Light territory.