Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2386 Absolute Emptiness.

In a grand room larger than most royal halls, there was a giant bed at the very centre and on that bed, there lay 24 children, all sleeping peacefully, with carefree looks on their faces.

They were Nux's children, blissfully unaware of what had happened.

Their mothers, on the other hand, were entirely different. Unlike the peaceful, carefree expressions on the children's faces, the mothers' faces only showed…

Emptiness.

Absolute Emptiness.

Most of them didn't even want to be here, after everything had happened, they didn't even wish to exist, every single one of them wanted to follow Nux to death and the only reason they hadn't was because…

These children lying on the bed.

Nux's last wish.

He wanted them to be there for their children, they had already lost their father, he didn't wish for them to lose their mothers too.

The women were no different either, as they watched their children sleep, they too, didn't have the heart to leave them, no matter how desperately they wanted to.

So…

They sought the only form of slight comfort they could.

Their children still had Nux's eyes, Nux's smile, Nux's stubbornness, Nux's warmth, little pieces of him hidden inside their faces—

They observed that, they recalled every memory they had of him and… they kept themselves sane.

Barely.

Felberta sat near the head of the bed, she hadn't moved for a long time, her hand rested on Lysera's hair, gently stroking it with a lost look on her face.

Her eyes were red, her face was pale, her tears had dried on her cheeks long ago, but new ones still gathered in her eyes, her usual steadiness, her usual composure was nowhere to be seen.

Her mind was constantly replaying the memory of the first time she met him, the first time he came to her, the first time they talked, the first time he tricked her…

Everything.

Her mind replayed everything as the tears that welled in her eyes streamed down.

Skyla sat on the floor near the bed, her back resting against its side, her knees pulled to her chest.

Seeing her usual cheerfulness now completely gone was… devastating. Even the one who smiled all the time and kept everyone together with her cheerfulness was currently dead silent, she herself was too big of a mess to take care of anyone else.

Her eyes were swollen, her hair was messy, falling over her face as she stared at nothing. Every now and then, her lips trembled as if she was resisting the urge to cry. Time and time again, she looked at her children, trying to ease her heart, but it wasn't working.

Lane had it the worst.

She was near the shadows under the bed, her form barely visible, she looked like a girl who had lost her home and now didn't belong anywhere.

And in some sense—

She truly was homeless.

After all, for her, Nux's Shadow was her home, the place she felt the safest, the one place where she could always feel him.

But now—

That Shadow was gone.

And Lane looked like a person who had been thrown out of her own existence. Her body trembled softly, her thin, shadowy hand slowly reached out from the darkness and held the corner of the bedsheet, gripping it so tightly that the cloth had begun to tear.

Shadow saw her state and for the first time—

She couldn't come up with anything snarky to tease her. She just… stood near the wall, staring at… nothing.

She was no longer the Goddess of the Universe, she was now the Absolute, the being who held all the power here.

A power that would corrupt most beings in existence.

But Shadow?

She hated every bit of this power.

Heck, she hated her very being. After all, if she wasn't who she was, Nux would have never been able to make her inherit the Universe.

And if he had no one to inherit the Universe, if he knew his death would mean his wives' deaths, he would have been much much much more careful.

He wouldn't have died.

No matter what—

He wouldn't have died.

The only reason he died was because of her and for that—

Shadow would never forgive herself.

And while Shadow was drowning in self-hatred, frustration and helplessness, Edda was sitting at the edge of the bed, holding Veyron's little hand with both of hers.

Her usual warmth was gone, her friendly smile was gone, even the shameless, perverted thoughts that usually filled her mind when she thought of Nux had disappeared, crushed beneath a grief so heavy it had left no space for anything else.

"He has his fingers…"

She muttered in a broken voice as she lowered her head and kissed her son's hand.

And the instant she did that—

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Allura, who was sitting beside her, patted her shoulder.

The Succubus's eyes were wet, but her face was… strangely calm.

Too calm.

If Nux had seen her like this, it would have broken him.

Because this wasn't Allura 'handling' herself, it was her after she had cried until her sense of 'self' had somewhat disappeared.

Her current self was nothing more than a hollow puppet who was only moving because she had to move.

As for her mind—

It had already collapsed.

Thyra crouched near the foot of the bed, her ears were lowered, her tail lay behind her lifelessly, her fingers were curled against the floor, her claws had dug into the floor.

Every few moments, her eyes moved toward the door, then the window, then the ceiling and then the shadows, as if she was looking for something…

Or… someone.

She was waiting for Nux to return.

Even when she knew he wouldn't, she… she was still waiting helplessly because that was the only way her mind wouldn't collapse.

Then, there was Amaya.

The Devourer was standing near the largest window with an absolutely calm look on her face, almost as if everything that had happened hadn't fazed her, not one bit.

Or at least—

That was what it would look like to others who didn't know her.

As for those who did…?

That was different.