All Chapters of The Devil's Lust System: Chapter 101
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Setnakhte's Retaliatory Magic Attack
The black sludge solidified, rising three meters high, forming a colossal body that resembled a hybrid between a man and a scorpion. Setnakhte's scorched face was embedded in the center of the monster's chest, his eyes bulging maniacally."THIS IS THE FORM OF TRUE SANCTITY!" Setnakhte's voice boomed, dual and hoarse. "No weak flesh! No filthy desires! Only the Void!"Desmond spat onto the golden floor. "Be honest, old man. You look like a pile of camel dung brought to life.""DIE!"The monster's gigantic hands—formed like shadowy pincers—shot toward Desmond."Scatter!" Desmond yelled.He, Laila, and Seraphina leaped in different directions.*BLAM!*The pincer struck the floor, shattering the ten-centimeter-thick gold plating. A black shockwave spread, sending Laila tumbling into the wall."Laila!" Seraphina screamed, raising her staff. "Light Shield!"Seraphina fired the protective barrier towa
Meeting at Point Zero
"GRAAAH!"Amun wasted no time. There was no stance, no military strategy. He launched himself like a fleshy projectile. The red aura exploding from his body shattered the stone floor with every step."Damn, he's fast!" Desmond leaped aside.*WHOOSH!*Amun’s bare hand slammed into the air where Desmond’s head had been a second before. The sheer wind pressure was enough to sting Desmond’s cheek as if it had been sliced by a knife."Get him, My Pet!" Khufu II commanded from his folding throne, grinning widely at Desmond’s desperation. "Shatter every bone in his body!"Amun spun with unnatural flexibility—his spine cracking *krek*—and kicked toward Desmond’s ribs.*BAM!*Desmond blocked with crossed arms, but the power was overwhelming. He was thrown ten meters, crashing into the remnants of a leaning gold pillar."Ugh..." Desmond coughed up fresh blood. His arms were numb. His bones vibrated violently.
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The Queen's Final Demand
"Ten seconds," Desmond hissed, his eyes flicking to the pulsing cobra staff in Khufu's hand. "You're asking for payment at a time like this?""This is precisely the best time," Hatshepsut stood tall, her back to her mad husband. She stared at Desmond, her eyes burning with ambition. "Once you leave, I'll be alone in this snake pit. I need assurance. I need... *Absolutism*.""You're insane," Laila whispered behind Desmond. "Khufu could blow us up at any moment!""Silence, Servant," Hatshepsut snapped without turning her head. She gripped the collar of Desmond's blood-soaked tunic, pulling him closer. "You promised me, Devil. You said you could manipulate desire into power. Give it to me. Make me feel that I am the only Pharaoh on this earth. Make me fear nothing."Desmond stared into the Queen's eyes. He saw the fear hidden beneath the arrogance. Hatshepsut was afraid of failure. She was afraid of Khufu's shadow."Fine," Desmond grinned wi
Khufu and Primal Fear
"Don't touch me, Demon!" Khufu spat as Desmond's hand gripped his head. "My body is sacred! I am the vessel of Ra!""Your vessel is leaking, Old Man," Desmond hissed.The soldiers held their breath. Hatshepsut stood still, letting Desmond do his dirty work."You think you've won?" Khufu laughed hysterically, even as his cheek pressed against the cold floor. "You can take the scepter. You can take the throne. But this Nexus... it is bound to *my soul*! If I don't permit it, this energy will never stabilize! You'll only blow yourself up!""Is that so?" Desmond leaned his face closer. Their eyes met. "Then I just need to make your soul 'permit it.' Voluntarily.""You cannot break a Pharaoh!""We shall see," Desmond whispered.His eyes turned pitch black—no white, no iris. Pure *Void*.*"Sabrun, activate Neural Link. Target: Khufu. Mode: Nightmare Projection."**"Ready, Boss. Opening trauma gates in 3... 2.
The Open Gate and the Egyptian Farewell
A strong wind roared inside the Nexus Chamber. The pillar of golden light spun faster and faster, creating a gravitational vortex that pulled in dust, pebbles, and the fabric of their clothes. Its sound was like the roar of an ancient jet engine.*WUUUNG... WUUUNG...*"Desmond!" Nefertari screamed, her voice nearly swallowed by the storm. She lunged forward, gripping Desmond’s arm with all her strength. Her nails dug into his skin, refusing to let go. "Don't go! Or if you must go... take me with you!"Desmond looked into the Princess’s eyes. They were wet, red, and filled with desperation. The girl who had once been arrogant and wanted to whip him was now pleading like a child afraid of being left alone in the dark."I can't, Nefertari," Desmond shook his head, trying gently to loosen her grip. "Look at that light. It’s not a normal door. It's a meat grinder for ordinary humans. If you step inside, your body will be torn apart atom by atom."<
Return to the Abyss
The world no longer had an up or down. There was only nausea.Desmond felt like a sock being spun in a giant, high-speed washing machine. Eye-searing neon colors flashed past him: purple, green, and pitch black. The sound in his ears was no longer the roar of wind, but the static shriek of millions of colliding radio frequencies.*“SABRUN! MAINTAIN CONTROL!”* Desmond screamed mentally, unsure if he still possessed a physical mouth.*“System Overheat! Dimensional gyroscope failure! We’re spinning 360 degrees every millisecond, Boss! Don’t throw up, you’ll hit your own face!”*“Who cares about throwing up?! Navigate us to the home coordinates!”*“Attempting now! Locking onto 21st Century Earth signal... Signal found! Distance 50 light-years... uh, wait. There’s a firewall.”*“A firewall?!”Suddenly, the wild motion stopped dead. *THUD.*Desmond felt like he had slammed into an invisible glass wall in the middle of
The Chill of the Abyss
"Come here, dog!"The Alpha Wolf didn't need a second invitation. It leaped, jaws wide open, aiming for Desmond's throat. The animal's foul breath washed over his face.Desmond didn't dodge. His leg muscles were stiff from the cold; his reflexes were slowed by 30%. If he tried to dance like he did in Egypt, he'd slip and die a ridiculous death.So he used the only advantage he had: *Cruelty*.Just as the wolf's mouth was about to close on his neck, Desmond shoved his linen-wrapped left arm into the animal's maw.*CRUNCH!*The wolf's fangs tore through the linen, ripped the skin, and scraped Desmond's forearm bone. Hot blood spurted out."Got you," Desmond hissed, suppressing a cry of pain.With his left arm locked in the wolf's jaw, Desmond used his right hand. He didn't punch. He drove two stiff fingers straight into the wolf's eye.*SPLAT!*The wolf howled, but the sound was muffled by Desmon
The Monastery and Corrupted Purity
Desmond dragged his feet through the village gate, which was constructed of rotting wood. The stolen cloak he wore was thick enough to conceal his face and identity, but not thick enough to mask the hunger burning in his gut."Sabrun, population status?""Small village. Poor. But the level of 'Faith' here is incredibly high, Boss. It’s like they eat prayers for breakfast."Desmond snorted. The village streets were slick with frozen mud. The residents’ homes looked squalid, a stark contrast to the colossal structure looming on the hill at the village’s edge: A Fortress Monastery with black stone walls and arrogantly glowing stained-glass windows."Out of the way! Move aside!"A harsh shout sliced through the crowd. The villagers scattered to the side of the road, bowing their heads in fear.A procession passed. It wasn't a regular carriage. It was an iron-barred cage.Inside, a young girl sat hugging her knees. Her hair w
The Church Prisoner
"Watch your step, Rat!"A hard shove slammed into Desmond's back. His feet, tripping over heavy iron chains, sent him tumbling to his knees on the cold stone floor."Could you maybe take it easy?" Desmond spat to the side, red fluid mixing with the floor dust. He looked up, staring at Sir Kian who stood towering over him in silver armor that reflected the dim torchlight. "The guest service in this village is absolutely zero stars. I'm going to write a terrible review in my diary later.""Silence," Kian's voice was calm yet sharp, like a scalpel. He wasn't shouting like the forest bandits earlier, and that made him far more dangerous. "You were arrested in the Monastery's forbidden zone carrying an aura that agitated our horses. Do you think your jokes will save you from the gallows?""I'm just a lost traveler," Desmond tried to stand, but two Monastery guards pressed his shoulders back to the ground. "I'm cold, starving, and just happened to pass
Desmond's Savior
The iron door opened slightly. It wasn't broken down, but carefully unlocked.A slender figure slipped inside. She wore a dirty, torn red velvet robe—noble attire that was no longer fit to wear. Her blonde hair was a mess, and her right cheek was bruised.Eleanor.She held a large ring of keys in her trembling hand."You..." Desmond's eyes widened. "How did you get out?""The guards are stupid," Eleanor whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. Her breath was ragged, her eyes wild like a cornered deer. "They thought I passed out after they hit me. I took the keys when they weren't looking."She rushed toward Desmond."Why are you here?" Desmond asked as Eleanor frantically tried to fit a key into the padlock on his shackles. "You could have run outside.""Run where?" Eleanor looked into Desmond's eyes. Their faces were only inches apart. Desmond could see her pupils dilated with adrenaline. "This entire vil