All Chapters of The Devil's Lust System: Chapter 201
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Routine Visit
"Here's the schedule: Monday to Friday, I'm busy debugging the universe and making sure the sun in this dimension doesn't explode. Saturday and Sunday... those are free days. Don't ask where I go."Desmond stood at the head of the long dining table in The Hub. He wore a casual black silk robe, holding a holographic tablet displaying the weekly schedule. Before him, his five wives—Nefertari, Eleanor, Livia, Nova, and Mia—were having breakfast with a very chaotic menu (wine, data chips, toast, and sunny-side-up eggs)."You're going to Earth again?" asked Livia, spreading jam on her toast with a dagger. "What's so interesting there? The air is dirty, the politics are amateurish.""There are things that need guarding, Livia," Desmond answered, closing his tablet. "You have your kingdoms here. But on Earth... something was left behind.""That fierce ex-girlfriend of yours?" Nova chimed in, her eyes blinking as she processed news data from Earth. "Stati
A New Hobby: Author
"No... this sentence lacks punch. It needs to be more... explosive."Desmond deleted a paragraph in mid-air. He wasn't using a keyboard. He sat floating in the center of his study overlooking a stellar nebula, typing on a golden holographic interface that responded to his thoughts and finger movements."Sabrun. Synonyms for 'total destruction' that sound poetic?""Aesthetic Apocalypse? Grand Deletion? Boss, you've been editing one chapter for 4 hours. The sun in this dimension is about to rise again.""Art takes time, Sabrun," Desmond retyped the sentence. "This isn't a financial report. This is a Masterpiece."Desmond leaned back in his chair made of solid clouds (because why not?), staring at the digital manuscript floating before him. A massive title was written there:[MASTER NOVELIST: PRIMAL DIMENSION VORTEX]By: D. E."Perfect," Desmond muttered with satisfaction. "The world needs to know how I punched the Gran
Domestic Issues
"Your novel sales statistics are up 300% in the Asian sector, Desmond. The royalties are enough to buy a small planet."Nova swiped a holographic screen across the crystal dining table. She was spooning cereal while processing inter-dimensional stock market data. Beside her, Livia was in a heated debate with Nefertari about the garden design—whether it should be Roman style with marble statues or Egyptian style with golden obelisks."Marble is classic, Nefertari. Sand is dirty," Livia scoffed."Gold is eternal, Livia. Stone grows moss," Nefertari retorted.At the end of the table, Eleanor was sharpening her sword with a magical whetstone, occasionally chipping in with sharp comments about military strategy.Desmond sat at the head of the table, massaging his temples. This household was never quiet.But at the furthest corner of the table, there was one silent chair.Mia.The Lamia woman was just stirring her por
Young Father
"Attention, residents. Deactivate your weapons, stow your robots, and please... Livia, remove that poison from the dining table."Desmond stood in the center of the The Hub's living room. Beside him, Mia stood blushing, her hands protectively covering her still-flat stomach. They had just returned from a primordial jungle dimension, still carrying the scent of rain and wet earth.The other four women—Nefertari, Eleanor, Livia, and Nova—stopped their activities. Nova powered down her laser (she was fixing a toaster), Nefertari closed her fashion magazine, and Eleanor sheathed her sword."What is it?" asked Livia, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Did you bring back another dangerous souvenir? Dinosaur eggs?""More dangerous," Desmond answered. He took a deep breath. "Mia is pregnant."Silence.The ticking of the wall clock sounded incredibly loud.Nova was the first to react. Her robotic eye spun, emitting a blue scanning
The Uninvited Guest
"Shh... keep it down. The Little King is sleeping."Desmond cradled Dante in his left arm while slowly pacing the living room of The Hub. The half-Demon baby was fast asleep, sucking his thumb which had a tiny black nail. Desmond's tired eyes glanced at the holographic wall clock. 03:00 dimensional time.Mia had gone back to sleep in the bedroom after an exhausting breastfeeding session (baby Dante sucked milk and Mana simultaneously). Nefertari and the others were also resting.Only Desmond was awake, enjoying a moment of vigilant fatherhood.KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.The sound of knocking on the front door made of Cosmic Mahogany broke the silence.Desmond stopped. The hairs on his neck stood up.This was The Hub. This house floated in the rift between dimensions. There was no access road. No neighbors. The only way to get to the front door was to have the Admin access code or be invited."Sabrun. Who is that?" Des
Family Vacation
"I can't believe I canceled negotiations with the Russian Cartel for this."Amel stepped out of the dimensional portal Desmond had just opened onto shimmering white sand. She wore a wide red sundress and a giant beach hat, her face covered by sunglasses, and her right hand clutched a suitcase containing... who knows, maybe weapons, maybe sunblock."Don't complain, Madam," Desmond followed behind her, carrying Dante who was wearing a small duck floatie (a gift from Valerius). Desmond wore only tacky dragon-patterned shorts and an unbuttoned beach shirt. "Valerius said Planet Aquaria Prime is the best place to lower stress levels. The air contains natural Euphoria particles.""I don't need euphoria, I need profit," Amel grumbled, but she took a deep breath. The alien sea air was indeed fresh. In the sky, three pastel-colored suns—pink, blue, and yellow—shone softly, not stinging the skin."Wow..."A chorus of voices sounded from behind Desm
Sella becomes a Grandmother
"The sun here is too bright. White. Sterile. I prefer the purple suns of Aquaria."Desmond stood in the corner of a VIP room at Saint Jude Hospital in Neo-Chicago. He wore a long gray coat, a fedora pulled low, and sunglasses. He was in Invisible mode, leaning against the wall, staring at the scene before him with a heart that felt squeezed by an iron fist.Outside the window, the year 2065 was in full swing. Flying cars zoomed faster, buildings were taller, and robots walked the sidewalks. Twenty Earth years had passed since Desmond left Sella in the ruined front yard.But in The Hub dimension, for Desmond, it had only been a few months."Time is a bastard," Desmond hissed.On the hospital bed surrounded by advanced machines, an old woman lay weak. Her once black hair was now completely white, thin, and brittle. Her face was etched with deep wrinkles, and her hand pierced by IV lines looked like bones wrapped in paper skin.Sell
A New Anomaly
BOOM!A purple meteor slammed into the floating island in the backyard of The Hub. Stardust scattered. As the smoke cleared, a young man was seen pulling his fist out of the crater he had just made.He was tall, lean but muscular, with pale skin and jet-black hair that had natural emerald green highlights. His eyes were blood red with vertical pupils—the mark of his nobility.Dante. The Crown Prince."You missed by two centimeters, Son."Desmond sat casually on a large rock floating in the air, reading a book while sipping tea. He didn't even look at the explosion."I didn't miss, Dad," Dante straightened up, dusting off his combat pants. "I hit the ground on purpose so you'd stop reading that boring book and look at me.""This book is 'How to Understand a Teenager Whose Hormones Are Exploding'," Desmond closed his book. "And it looks like I need volume two."Dante jumped, landing lightly in front of his father.
The Grand Feast
The dimensional portal door closed, leaving behind energy ripples that slowly faded in the garden air. Dante was gone.Desmond stood silent for a moment, feeling the emptiness of a father who had just sent his child off to wander. But that emptiness did not last long."Don't make such a sad face, Mr. Admin," Nova's voice came from the garden intercom. "Your son is having fun in the 21st century. Now it is your turn."The garden lights suddenly went out. The pathway leading to the main Mansion lit up with floating candles in purple and gold.Desmond smiled thinly. "What are they planning now?"He walked along the path of light.When he opened the massive double front doors, he was not greeted by the usual living room.The room had been transformed. The walls had vanished, replaced by an Open Space illusion that displayed a direct view of the Orion Nebula. The floor was covered in thick silk rugs from ancient Persia and gi
The Written Legacy
"And in the end, the Demon did not burn the world. He bought it, fixed it, and turned it into a living room."CLICK.Desmond pressed the Enter key with dramatic flair. The final period was printed on the holographic screen floating above his desk.He leaned back in his cloud-chair, exhaling a long breath. Smoke from a digital cigar curled from his lips, swirling to form rings in the silent air of the study. Outside the window, the Orion Nebula spun slowly, a silent witness to the completion of a Masterpiece."Sabrun. Check for typos. Check for plot holes. Check for over-dramatization.""Scanning... Grammar: 99% Accurate. Plot: Crazy but coherent. Drama Level: Intergalactic Telenovela. Boss, this is the most narcissistic manuscript I have ever processed. But... I cried a little at the part where Sella got healed.""It isn't narcissism, Sabrun. It is fact," Desmond smiled, but his eyes looked tired and peaceful. "This is a testimon