Chaos Devourer System: My Classless Ascension

Chapter 312: Chapter 310:”As you wish.”

A/N: sorry for the late Chapters guys. I kinda just crashed onto my bed when I got home. Didn’t wake up until a few hours later. I’ll try to make up for the late Chapters somehow, but until then..

I hope you like them..

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"Well. That wasn’t ominous." I muttered quietly.

I had followed the atmosphere’s directions, appearing within this forest or whatever, at the peak of a sky reaching mountain.

Only to find that here was no one here, if it weren’t for the still active movement I felt from the surrounding space, leading to me being able to deliver an attack by splitting through those same wavelength, I would’ve come up empty.

"Drakens..." I had no doubt that whoever it was I had just chopped an arm off of had a connection with the Draken ancient family.

It was quite obvious wasn’t it?

The chosen young master gets his ass beat and the mysterious backer watched, ready to intervene.

"Heh! Soon." I smirked.

I didn’t know if they had heard what I said. But I was certain we were going to meet again. The nagging feeling at the back of my neck made it certain that something was definitely brewing ahead.

"Well. That’s a future me problem. Now, time to go clean up the rabble." I looked around once more.

Spreading out my perception.

Just as I thought.

The space wavelengths I had used earlier had been thoroughly cut off.

"Heh!" Finding nothing else of worth. I took a step. Space folded. I vanished.

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"Dante. What happened?" The moment I appeared back at the Elowyn family grounds, Clarissa and Mira both approached me.

"Nothing. Just some cowardly flies." I waved off their concerns.

Clarissa’s face went solemn.

"Dante..."

"It’s probably them. But, they ran before I could arrive, so.." I shrugged. Finally turning my attention to the remaining few of the Draken’s entourage.

"Now. Where were we?"

"Young man. I believe that’s enough." The scathing voice of the old hag halted me in my steps.

"Old hag. Don’t think I won’t spank you just because you’re Mira’s grandmother."

"You!!... Haa.." she calmed herself before she could lose her temper.

"You’re on my family grounds. You just murdered the Draken Family’s Dragon son, causing us a world of trouble. And now you want to kill even more? Have you not done enough?" Her eyes hardened at the end of her words.

"I already made myself clear. They all stay here permanently."

"Young man. Reconsider your decision. You do not wish to have another ancient family as a life or death enemy, do you?"

"Old hag." The temperature plummeted as my killing intent stirred.

"... is that a threat?" My cold voice sounded like the very words of death itself.

The old hag opened her mouth to reply, yet before she could, she froze.

A multitude of emotions flashing across her face.

Rage.

Shame.

Dissatisfaction.

Until finally. Acceptance.

"Young man. Consider yourself lucky." Leaving behind those spiteful words, she waved her sleeves then disappeared.

"Heh!" I scoffed. My gaze turning towards the deeper part of the family grounds.

"A dog abiding by its master’s wishes, yet you dare act all high and mighty before me? Count yourself lucky I’m in a good mood."

I held my look for a few more moments before looking away.

"Now then.. time for you filth to join your precious dragon son." The predatory smile on my face sent a trembling chill through them as their eyes widened in horrifying realization.

"No! Please! We’ve always supported the Golden Vanquisher..."

"Young master Dante. Please don’t. Young master! Please! We belong to the same clan!"

"Please! I have a family! A wife! Two kids! Please..."

Their plees fell on deaf ears as I approached them.

"Worry not. I’ll make it quick.."

"Devour..."

<<DING!>>

<<DEVOURING IN PROGRESS...>>

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"It seems he noticed us. Heh!" A sweet feminine voice sounded out, followed by a small chuckle.

Sitting cross legged within a pristine cavern, the walls of which were decorated with an assortment of stunning immortal jades.

Was a young woman with flowing white hair which she tied into an elegant bun. The green daoist robe pooling beneath her seated figure.

Her face was an epitome of perfected beauty.

She radiated a feeling of serenity and grace merely by existing.

If Dante had seen her, he would’ve said something along the lines of.

"This must be what those cultivators call an immortal fairy."

Because she indeed looked one.

"Young lady.."

An elderly female voice sounded from the shadows.

"Elder Beifong. I know. I have no plans of approaching that wild animal. Hehehe.." the young lady laughed.

The sound akin to tinkling bells.

"But to think even that pompous and pretentious A’kenai would be scared off. It seems I’ve found something quite interesting this time around, Fufufu.."

"Young lady.."

"I already said I won’t approach him. I’ll let big sister do that instead. Hehehehe. I can’t wait to tell her. But for now. Don’t let that old hag antagonize him. I very much like my peace."

"As you wish."

The voice from the shadows replied once more before going silent.

"Dante Draven... heh! Very interesting.."

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"You were very reckless earlier." Mira’s voice sounded from behind me as the soothing sounds of water cascading into the hot bath filled the entire room.

Steam curled through the air, giving the entire place a serene feeling.

"I did ask for permission before doing anything, didn’t I?"

I opened my eyes, turning around.

"Did you? How come I can’t remember."

My eyes glowed as I took in Mira’s covered figure.

The way the towel strained against her enormous chest.

The way it rode up her succulent thighs. The damp hair clinging to her face. The glistening sheen of sweat running along her porcelain skin.

I could feel the blood rushing through my body increase in pace.

"You look stunning." I didn’t even bother preventing the words from coming out.

"Hmm? But you’ve seen my everything though. How come I suddenly look stunning now?" She turned. Slowly. Knowingly.

"Maybe it’s the Feng shuai. Heh!"

"I’ve never heard of those words before." Her towel slowly fell off, catching stubbornly around her already erect nipples, before finally falling to the floor.

My eyes took in, with a ravenous hunger, the masterpiece that she was.

"You’re quite crazy you know that? Actually using the dust of their corpses as decorations for the bath." She smiled as she approached. Her waist swaying in seduction.

"What can I say? I’m a man of my words."

"Indeed." She got into the bath, "You are."

She stopped right before me.

Her green eyes glowing intensely as she stared into mine.

"Heh! To think it would really come to this." She shook her head.

"Let’s face it. WE all knew this was going to be the outcome the moment you and the girls decided to move in." My arms wrapped around her waist.

"Heh! So. Since when did you start considering us yours? Unwilling to let go?"

"The moment you all refused to leave." I pulled her close. Our breaths mingling together as our bodies got hotter.

"Haa... I guess I should say we got what was coming to us huh."

"Want to guess what I’m in the mood for right now?" Her eyes glazed over as she leaned her head on mine.

"Oho? Then what are you in the mood for?"

"To be claimed. Claimed thoroughly in the remains of the fools who thought themselves worthy of me." A deranged smile appeared on her face.

My eyes glowed a feral gold.

"That.. I can do.."

"I hope you’re ready. My poison. It has no antidote."

"Just shut up and show me what turns the girls into a screaming mess every night."

"As you wish."

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A/N: I feel like I rushed this particular relationship. But I couldn’t see a better way to do it. Mira isn’t as emotional as Khalifa. Neither is she empathetic. She’s more attracted to power. And what screams power than a man willing to annihilate an entire entourage belonging to an ancient family?

Well, those are just my thoughts. But what do y’all think? Rushed or not?

Either way,

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Thanks for reading..