Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 1633  I really really want him right now.

"Master…?" Astaria called out. Looking at her master's face, she couldn't help but be shocked. "Amaya, what happened?" Confused, she turned towards Amaya in order to find the answer. "Are you talking about Nux's Aura? How was it different? And what do you mean when you said it wasn't something a Human should have?" The Swordswoman asked a bunch of questions. "I meant exactly what I said. His Aura was too strong. Let alone a Divine Stage Cultivator, any living being, shouldn't be able to release such a horrifying Aura. He was in a league of his own, and this time, it is much more shocking than what he normally does." Amaya paused as she then glanced at Astaria and with a solemn look on her face, "I felt death, Astaria.

I felt like I would die without even being able to resist, it was as if everything I had done till now… Mastering the Devouring Mist, comprehending an Absolute Law, breaking through the Saint Stage and becoming a Divine Stage Cultivator, everything felt… pointless." Hearing those words shocked all the women present. Astaria turned towards her master again and this time, she could see it. Vyriana's face expressed exactly what Amaya said. She seemed… broken. Astaria knew her master well, honestly, none of them thought they could defeat Nux the moment he broke through the Divine Stage. After all, he was already almost as strong as them when he was a Saint, they knew the instant he broke through, he would crush both of them even if they teamed up. However, this didn't mean they were planning to give up. Both women had the same ideals, both women wanted to get as strong as they could and wanted to face stronger opponents. Astaria knew full well how headstrong her master truly was, So seeing this look on her face… was a shock for Astaria. Just what did she experience to completely break down like this? And to think the reason behind her current condition was Nux, the man she loved the mo- Suddenly, Astaria paused. Nux? Who was she kidding? Who knew Vyriana the most out of everyone present here? Who had spent the most amount of time with this woman? The answer was obviously Nux. Nux could read any of his women as if they were open books, his obsessiveness made sure that he knew everything there was to know about them. So obviously, he would know what his actions would do to Vyriana. Then why would he do it deliberately?

Is it because he wants to show off his strength? Astaria didn't even consider this possibility. As much as a narcissist Nux was, his narcissism was much weaker compared to his obsessiveness and love for his wives. He would never show off at the expense of his women. Then why…? Why would he do it…?

What was he trying to achieve…? Or was this a… wake-up call?

Astaria paused. They would be leaving Yrniel soon. So was this Nux trying to motivate her by crushing her spirit? With some twisted logic, this would make sense. But was something like this required when Vyriana was already desperately finding ways to get stronger and stronger? Astaria wasn't sure of the answer, especially not when she saw Vyriana's face. In the end, she just decided to blindly trust Nux on this matter. He may do other things carelessly, but when it comes to his women, Astaria knew that he would thoroughly analyse everything before doing anything. So if he had done it, Astaria was sure there was a reason behind it, she just didn't know what it was. Convincing herself, Astaria turned towards Amaya. Another woman who was affected by the same thing. Amaya and Vyriana were people with completely different personalities, so Astaria was curious as to what effect Nux's action would have on Amaya. And what she saw… it would be an understatement to say that it shocked her. "A-Amaya…?" Astaria stuttered. It was just a few minutes ago when Amaya acted like her entire world had crumbled into pieces, it looked like she had lost herself. And now…

"What is it?" Amaya questioned, a smile that distorted her face had crept up on her face. The way she was smiling while her eyes looked dead made her look… scary? "Amaya, are you alright?" Worried, Riona quickly walked towards her daughter and placed her hand on her shoulder. "I am, more than alright, actually," Amaya replied with the same… crazy expression on her face. "But you just said that you felt… death." Riona spoke. Those weren't easy words to speak. An encounter with death wasn't something anyone could simply scoff at. No one could do that. At least not until that being is… well, defective. But in Amaya's case, the said being was indeed defective. "I felt death, death from Nux's Aura." Amaya spoke, her smile widening even further. "It was an experience I can never forget, Actually, I want to feel the same thing again." The devourer's expression broke, her face was flushed, her body trembled nonstop, this time, it was not because of fear, but excitement. Yes, Amaya Leander was defective. Her brain comprehended things differently from others. Her logic was simple, if anything in her life, was related to Nux in any way, be it negative or positive, her mind would accept it and want more of it. Yes, Nux's Aura felt overbearing, it almost crushed her body into pieces, but… At the same time, because it was Nux's Aura, Amaya felt… comfortable.

Despite feeling like she would die at any moment, she felt like she wouldn't mind a death like this. Her mind simply accepted it and her body reacted as if she was getting even closer to Nux. "Nux…" The woman called out. The obsessiveness and craziness in her eyes were something other women had never seen before. Yes, Amaya Leander had reached another level of craziness. Something that even Edda, of all people, felt intimidated by. "I really really want him right now." The woman spoke as Black Mist surrounded her. It was decided. She was going to devour the Time Flow around her to stop the time, so the moment she 'wakes up' would be the moment she gets to spend time with Nux. And this time, she wasn't going to let ANYTHING stop her from doing… 'things' to her husband.  Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.