Chapter 671: 671. Foursome Gave Me Only Three Multiplier? Isn’t That Kinda Bullshit?
Rex snapped his eyes open, the haze of sleep vanishing instantly as he felt the wrongness. His face was too heavy, a persistent, suffocating pressure clinging to his jawline and cheekbones.
It wasn’t the weight of a mask; it was the weight of a fusion. He reached up, his fingers meeting the cold, unyielding surface of the Lustful Villain’s mask.
It didn’t budge. And it didn’t even shift.
"Well," Rex murmured, his voice raspy and low, echoing in the silent room. "That’s one way to commit to a role."
He applied a steady, controlled force, trying to peel the mineral-divine material from his skin. It was useless.
The Underlayer’s reconstruction process had been too thorough; the mask had woven itself into his very biology, merging with his molecular structure the way his gauntlets had. He was no longer wearing a disguise; he was the disguise.
A cold, dark amusement flickered in his chest. He sat up slowly, the bed creaking under him.
To his left, Gorvasha lay in the deep, heavy slumber of the fallen, her breathing rhythmic and slow. To his right, Cassandra was curled up, her expression peaceful, oblivious to the fact that the man beside her had become something else entirely.
Then there was Lilith. The succubus was sprawled on the floor at the foot of the bed, her tail curled protectively around her, wings half unfolded in a posture of absolute vulnerability.
She snored softly, a tiny, pathetic sound that contrasted sharply with her status as his lieutenant. "Hehhh... pffttt... hehhhhhh..."
Rex stared at her, his gaze sharp and clinical. ’A demon queen, an orc queen... and a maid who thinks she’s a general because I let her hold the clipboard.’
He felt a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth, hidden beneath the frozen expression of the mask. ’How charmingly pathetic.’
He was acutely aware of the irony. He had sought to infiltrate and dominate, to play the part of the villain to get what he wanted, and now he was literally trapped in the skin of his own deception.
But Rex wasn’t worried. In fact, he found it almost poetic.
"What a delightful little, permanent mistake," he whispered, leaning back against the headboard. "I wonder if they’ll still find me charming when they realize I can’t take this off."
As he pondered the potential chaos this would sow, the familiar, sterile chime of a system notification rang in his mind. He didn’t even have to look to know it was a new objective or a consequence of the current situation.
The silence of the room was suddenly shattered, not by sound, but by the violent, golden eruption of the system interface blooming in Rex’s mind. The notifications didn’t just appear; they slammed into his consciousness with the weight of a divine decree, pulsing with a rhythmic, intoxicating energy that seemed to vibrate through the very bedsheets.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Cassandra Vexmoor Desire Level: 100/100 MAXIMUM BOND ACHIEVED]
[+1,000 Energy Points awarded. First Bond Bonus applied.]
[Gorvasha Bloodtusk Desire Level: 100/100 MAXIMUM BOND ACHIEVED]
[+1,000 Energy Points awarded. First Bond Bonus applied.]
[CRITICAL UPDATE: LIFE SEED DETECTED]
[PREGNANCY CONFIRMED: Cassandra Vexmoor. Free Skill Selection unlocked.]
[PREGNANCY CONFIRMED Gorvasha Bloodtusk. Free Skill Selection unlocked.]
[ENCOUNTER BONUS: Three simultaneous maximum bonds. Foursome multiplier applied: 4x base rate.]
[+6,000 Energy Points (2,000 x 3 base encounter rate)]
[LILITH NOCTURNE Succubus Species Bonus: +150 Energy Points (Species Passive applied)]
[Current Energy Balance: 10,650 points]
Rex stared into the digital void, his eyes cold, even as the sheer magnitude of the windfall settled in. He didn’t gasp; he didn’t celebrate.
He simply calculated. He tallied the total in his head with the ruthless efficiency of a conqueror counting spoils of war.
’Nine thousand, four hundred and fifty.’
A massive, staggering sum. A fortune built on the backs of two queens and a night of absolute, unbridled chaos.
’I wonder... why does it count as a three multiplier if it’s called a foursome?’ Rex thought. ’But yeah... I’m not myself; that’s why.’
’Forget about that... just trying to make myself not look like a dumbass there.’
His gaze drifted downward, sliding off the sleeping majesty of the two queens and landing on the curled-up, snoring form of Lilith. He watched the slight twitch of her wings, the way she occupied the floor like a discarded shadow.
"This ain’t half bad at all," he whispered, the words a dark, amused rasp beneath the mask. "A demon queen, an orc queen, and a succubus whose entire biological essence is worth less than a single, mediocre solo session."
A cruel, teasing smirk tugged at the corners of his hidden mouth. He could almost hear her indignant squawk if she were awake.
She was a lieutenant, a loyal shadow, but in the cold mathematics of the system, she was practically a rounding error. He wouldn’t say it to her face not because he was being kind but because there was no strategic advantage to bruising the ego of a subordinate before she was actually useful again.
He leaned his head back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling as the sheer power of the points hummed in his veins. The number was massive.
It was enough to tear a hole in the skill catalog, enough to reshape his very existence. He was no longer just a man playing a villain; he was becoming a god of his own design.
With a mental flick of his wrist, he summoned the Skill Catalog. The interface expanded, a vast, shimmering ocean of possibilities, ranging from the mundane to the cosmically terrifying.
He moved through the tiers with surgical precision, his mind discarding the flashy, useless trinkets and focusing on the heavy hitters. He had two free selections, two gifts from the universe for the seeds he had planted in the wombs of queens, and he intended to use them to cement his absolute dominance.
He bypassed the elemental augmentations. He ignored the passive survivability buffs.
He was looking for something that matched the weight of the mask fused to his face. Something that matched the predator he had become.
On his second pass through the upper tier of the catalog, his eyes locked onto a specific icon. It pulsed with a dark, predatory light, practically screaming his name.
The first selection was clear.
He found it on the second pass through the catalog’s upper tier:
The golden text of the system didn’t just appear; it burned into Rex’s retinas, pulsing with a dark, heavy rhythm that seemed to sync with his own heartbeat. He stared at the entry, his eyes narrowing as the sheer, terrifying scope of the ability unfolded before him.
[GRAVITY MANIPULATION FULL POTENTIAL:]
[ABSOLUTE COMMAND OVER GRAVITATIONAL FORCES WITHIN A DESIGNATED RANGE.]
[INCREASE OR DECREASE LOCAL GRAVITY FROM ZERO TO SEVERAL THOUSAND TIMES STANDARD.]
[RANGE: 500 METERS AT BASE, EXPANDABLE THROUGH EARTHEN AUTHORITY TO GEOLOGICAL SCALE.]
[SELECTIVE APPLICATION: TARGET INDIVIDUALS, OBJECTS, OR SPATIAL ZONES INDEPENDENTLY.]
[AERIAL SUSPENSION: HOLD TARGETS AT ANY ALTITUDE WITHOUT ENERGY DRAIN.]
[MASS COMPRESSION: PRODUCE STRUCTURAL FORCE EQUIVALENT TO GEOLOGICAL PRESSURE.]
[COMBINATION POTENTIAL: SYNERGIZES WITH EARTHEN AUTHORITY TO CREATE SELF-SUSTAINING ORBITAL CONSTRUCTS FROM MINERAL MASS.]
[PASSIVE FUNCTION: CONSTANT LOW-LEVEL GRAVITATIONAL AWARENESS.]
[NO SYSTEM TAXONOMY RESTRICTION: GRAVITATIONAL FORCE IS A PHYSICAL CONSTANT, NOT AN ENERGY-TYPE ABILITY; NOT SUBJECT TO PRIMORDIAL FREQUENCY DEFLECTION. FREE SELECTION APPLIED AT NO COST.]
Rex let out a low, breathy chuckle that was swallowed by the heavy silence of the room. "Hmmm..."
"Physics," he whispered, the word tasting like fine wine on his tongue. "Not magic nor even magical energy..."
"And not some fickle energy the gods can switch off when they get bored."
He leaned his head back, a predatory glint dancing in his eyes. The implications were delicious.
He had been worrying about the blood oath, about how their primordial frequencies could deflect his system-based attacks like rain off a polished shield. But gravity?
You couldn’t deflect the very ground you stood on. And you couldn’t ’deflect’ the weight of the world because gravity wasn’t concerned about your defenses; it simply crushed them.
"Imagine it," he mused, his voice a velvet shadow of a tease. "A whole army, thinking they’re invincible, only to find the very air has become as heavy as lead, pinning them to the dirt like insects under a heel."
"Or perhaps... just a single, delicate little target, floating helplessly in the air while the world falls away from them."
He glanced sideways at Cassandra, a dark, playful thought crossing his mind. ’I could make you feel weightless, you dumb Queen... or I could make you feel the crushing weight of your own desire.’
With a decisive mental snap, he claimed it.
[GRAVITY MANIPULATION FULL POTENTIAL acquired via free skill selection.]
The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It wasn’t a surge of heat or a rush of mana; it was a sudden, profound expansion of his very existence.
It was as if his consciousness had suddenly grown limbs that stretched out through the walls, through the floor, and into the very marrow of the earth.
He didn’t just see the room anymore; he felt it. He felt the dense, heavy mass of the stone walls of the castle pressing down from above.
He felt the rhythmic, biological weight of the two women beside him: the solid, muscular density of Gorvasha and the elegant, shifting mass of Cassandra. Even the air felt different, a sea of varying pressures and densities. He was the center of the universe, and everything else was merely a variable to be manipulated.
The power was intoxicating, a silent, invisible throne he had built for himself in the middle of the night.
He sat in the stillness, savoring the terrifying perfection of his new senses. He was a predator who could now command the very fabric of the space his prey inhabited.
He remained perfectly still, careful not to disturb the heavy, exhausted slumber of the women around him, letting the power settle into his bones.
"Good shit..."
