Chapter 389: Why Fight When Wives Exist?

A week later, Damian slowly opened his eyes and immediately broke into a grin. "Peak Foundation Establishment already..."

He looked inward and laughed softly. "What can I even say? The desire energy in this house is ridiculous."

Normally, rebuilding cultivation from nothing would have taken far longer.

But Damian wasn’t truly starting from zero.

He already had cultivation experience, one hundred years of comprehension of the Myriad Desire Transformation Scripture, and a body that had previously reached Peak Nascent Soul.

More importantly, the room was still saturated with the emotional residue left behind by his harem.

Damian closed his eyes again and circulated the Myriad Desire Transformation Scripture.

The remaining desire energy throughout the room gathered toward him and disappeared into his body.

His cultivation rose steadily, and the shackles holding back his realm began to loosen one after another.

A moment later, Damian’s eyes opened and a wide grin spread across his face. "Finally... back to the Golden Core Realm."

Damian stretched his shoulders and let out a satisfied sigh. He had spent an entire week focused almost entirely on cultivation.

Just as he was about to continue, however, he suddenly realized that the desire energy around the room was gone. "Damn... it’s all gone."

Damian only shrugged a moment later and grinned. "No matter. I can always get more."

Then Damian shifted his attention toward another problem, his martial arts. He remembered what Miona had told him during their fight.

If he truly wanted to become stronger, he couldn’t keep relying on techniques created by other people.

His martial arts needed to connect properly with his own cultivation path, his own understanding, and ultimately be created by him.

Damian frowned. "Hmm... thankfully, my Comprehension is already Enlightened now, so creating my own techniques shouldn’t be impossible."

Then he tilted his head. "But what the hell am I supposed to create?"

His current cultivation path revolved around desire.

Damian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Seriously... what kind of fighting style even uses desire?"

He started considering possibilities.

"A Sword of Desire? A Lust Fist? Some kind of seduction technique?"

The more Damian thought about it, the stranger his expression became.

Finally, he shook his head. "Whatever. I’ll think about it later."

He stood up, stretched his body, and grinned. "Besides, I’ve got the System and an entire harem. If I’m not strong enough, then my women can be strong for me."

His grin became even more shameless. "I’m not one of those protagonists who thinks he has to handle every damn problem by himself."

Damian shrugged. "If my women can beat the enemy for me, why the hell would I complain?"

He walked toward the door with a relaxed smile. "Life’s too good to waste trying to act heroic all the time."

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Damian finally walked out of the room, stretching his shoulders as he stepped into the main hall.

To his surprise, everyone was there.

Cassandra, Serina, Miona, Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, Evelyn, and the servants were all gathered together.

The moment they sensed him, several heads turned at once.

Then they froze.

Miona was the first to shoot to her feet so quickly that her chair toppled backward. "You... you..."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "What? Is there something on my handsome face?"

Miona’s eye twitched. "It’s not your damn face! It’s your realm!"

She grabbed her head with both hands, staring at him in disbelief. "How the hell are you already back in the Golden Core Realm?! You were a mortal not even three months ago!"

Damian only grinned. "Oh, my realm? Of course, that’s because..."

Miona and the others waited in silence.

Damian’s grin widened. "Secret."

Miona’s eye twitched. "Damn you."

Damian laughed and waved her off. "Come on, forget about my cultivation for now. As long as I can cultivate again, that’s good enough, right?"

Cassandra nodded immediately. "Exactly. As long as he can cultivate again, that’s what matters. There’s no need to pry into every little thing."

Miona frowned and slowly sat back down. Even so, beneath her irritation was a clear sense of relief. And, if she was being honest with herself, a little awe too.

Damian then changed the topic. "More importantly, what are we doing next?"

He glanced toward Serina and Miona. "Your problem should be finished now, right?"

He raised his fingers and started counting. "Lenox and Corlan are dead, you awakened, got the inheritance... well, absorbed the inheritance. Whatever. Basically, you’re finished, right?"

Serina and Miona exchanged a brief look before Serina slowly shook her head. "Actually... no."

Damian paused. "Huh?"

He immediately checked the System and quickly realized that neither sister’s Villainess Fate had fully closed yet.

Miona crossed her arms. "What Sis means is that the revenge from this era is finished. But we still have problems connected to our ancient lives."

Damian stared at them for a moment before waving one hand dismissively. "Oh, that? Then forget about it for now."

Serina raised an eyebrow. "You’re sure? Aren’t you the one who wanted us to finish our problems?"

Damian walked over to the table and sat down. "Of course. I meant the problems from your current lives, not some ancient mess from who knows how long ago."

He leaned back lazily. "And even if I knew about it right now, what the hell could I do? I only just got back to Golden Core."

Serina smiled faintly. "So you want to leave it alone for now."

"Exactly." Damian nodded. "We’ll deal with ancient Empress problems when I’m strong enough to actually survive ancient Empress problems."

Miona snorted. "At least you know your limits."

Damian pointed at her. "See? Growth."

Serina laughed softly. "Fine. We’ll do as you wish."

Damian nodded with satisfaction. "Good, good. Then let’s talk about something less troublesome."

He then looked around at everyone. "Now, I don’t know if Serina and Miona already know this, but the rest of you should remember why we came to the demonic side in the first place, right?"

Cynthia nodded calmly. "Of course, Master. We came here to avoid Nolan because he was still too powerful for us to confront directly."

Damian nodded. "Exactly."

He leaned back in his chair and glanced around the table. "So now that we’ve handled Serina and Miona’s current problems... what do you all think we should do next?"

The room fell quiet as the women began thinking seriously.