Chapter 3 Captured

"Oh? Should I go naked while crashing a wedding?" Our overpowered main character, whose very existence resembled a living masterpiece, couldn't resist a mischievous grin as he contemplated one last glimpse of his naked physique. 

It was, after all, a reminder of his near-divine nature and the countless millennia he'd spent honing his powers as the legendary Dark Crow. 

He knew that his naked body was a work of art, but he wasn't about to subject it to the greedy, envious eyes of those mere mortals attending the wedding. 

The captivating allure of his face alone had, time and again, been enough to leave the most extraordinary women in existence spellbound. 

Such was the power and privilege that came with immortality and the mastery of countless heavenly principles, one after another. 

The very thought of him bringing about a new epoch sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to contemplate it.

"DING!" With a mere thought, our omnipotent protagonist was cloaked in the imposing attire of a black cultivator's robe. 

He was not one to be virtuous or self-restrained, choosing instead to fully embrace the longings and desires that a human with godly powers could possess in this earthly realm. 

His long, flowing, snow-white hair against the stark contrast of the inky-black robes created a striking image that was nothing short of mesmerizing. 

The wind seemed to bow to his very presence, and the world itself seemed to hold its breath in reverence as he prepared to descend upon the unsuspecting wedding. 

In this moment, he was a force of nature, an embodiment of all things powerful and enigmatic, an immortal who knew no equal and was destined to reshape the course of existence as he saw fit.

"I believe this attire will do nicely," the lone protagonist considered, content with the change in clothing. With measured steps, he set off on his journey to the intended destination. 

Time was his ally, and he took a moment to relish the blessings of the expansive natural surroundings during this solitary venture.

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Nestled in the heart of a storied realm, the resplendent "White City" stands as a gleaming jewel, an embodiment of a rich history and timeless grandeur. 

This architectural marvel, with its seven-tiered structure, each level gracefully ascending above the last, presents a breathtaking, tiered spectacle. 

Fashioned primarily from luminous white stone quarried from the nearby mountains, it exudes an almost otherworldly radiance, capturing and reflecting the sunlight in a mesmerizing display. 

At its zenith, the Citadel presides, housing the ruling steward and the iconic Tower of Ecthelion, a soaring ivory spire that whispers tales of the realm's might and majesty. 

Amidst this majestic backdrop, a joyous wedding celebration was unfolding and was obviously culminating. 

"I invite you to seal your promise with a kiss," a tall, white-haired old man with a staff told the newly married couple. 

His heart, like the rest of those who had gathered for this ceremony, brimmed with nothing but happiness. 

Many of them couldn't believe they had lived to see this day, which made the celebration even more meaningful than just the wedding itself.

"Aragorn."

"Arwen." The two lovers, who had endured the test of time and circumstance, had finally become man and wife. However, in this moment of joy, an unexpected force disrupted their union.

A deafening "BANG!" rocked the surroundings, forcefully parting the husband and wife, as well as everyone in close proximity.

"I do not approve of this wedding. I deem it invalid and unacceptable," our protagonist's voice rang out, echoing in all directions before he materialized before everyone's eyes.

"BOOM!" A blazing figure descended from the heavens, his descent piercing even the firmaments of the skies. It was none other than our very own protagonist.

His entrance was nothing short of a spectacle, leaving an indelible impression that he had aimed to create. 

Every onlooker in the scene found themselves blinking in disbelief, struggling to fully assimilate what they had just witnessed. 

It was not merely the fact that he had descended from the sky and survived, but the commanding presence of this tall and formidable man had left an impression akin to formidable internal demons that may require considerable time and effort to overcome, or challenging obstacles that might not be entirely eradicated.

It was fortunate that the majority of those assembled were not cultivators, and so their unfamiliarity with such remarkable debuffs such as internal demons only intensified their astonishment at this extraordinary arrival. 

The visual impact of the tall, imposing figure had already imprinted itself on their memories, evoking awe and wonder.

"What sorcery is this?!" exclaimed a woman, her voice trembling as she experienced a wave of intense pleasure coursing from the depths of her being. 

Her experience was far from unique, as those with weaker wills found themselves entranced by an unexpected and sweet dilemma. 

Some, overcome by the experience, dared to touch their most private areas, while others subtly explored their innermost desires, dipping a finger or two into the tight depths of their core.

As the protagonist's presence continued to dominate the scene, a sense of anticipation and intrigue hung in the air. 

Whispers and hushed conversations spread through the crowd, their voices filled with wonder and curiosity. 

It was a moment that defied explanation, leaving all in attendance with a sense of something extraordinary and otherworldly, as if destiny itself had arrived with this imposing figure from the heavens.

Whether by fortune or circumstance, not everyone present was susceptible to visual enchantment.

"Demon spawn, go back to the shadows!" Gandalf the White, a man of immense wisdom and power, was the first to shake off the initial mesmerizing impact of our protagonist's impossibly handsome visage. 

With a majestic sweep of his newly acquired magic staff, a blinding flash emanated, momentarily obscuring our overpowered protagonist's form.

"Oh, Gandalf? I've always had a soft spot for your portrayals in the movies. I shall graciously overlook this momentary lapse in judgment," our overpowered protagonist remarked, locking eyes with the famous wizard. 

Gandalf found himself forcibly transported into the depths of distant worlds and eternal sufferings, experiencing the torment of a Dark Crow at the mercy of his captor, Ancient Ming, and the eras and epochs he had endured since. The mental onslaught became unbearable.

"THUD!" Gandalf's mind finally gave in, seeking respite from the mental anguish. He slept soundly thereafter.

"GANDALF!" A chorus of worried voices rang out, and a brief skirmish ensued. It was a futile effort, as no arrows or swords could pierce our overpowered protagonist's immaculate skin and not even the cultivator's robe on his body. 

The rest of the onlookers soon succumbed to a peaceful slumber in the midst of this strange and joyous occasion. 

Even brave souls like Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Faramir, Eomer, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin and many other valiant warriors couldn't endure the captivating gaze of our overpowered protagonist.

Among the affected individuals, there was one exception. A wise elf male resisted the irresistible visual force by averting his eyes and bowing low. His determination did not go unnoticed.

"What motivates you to persist, Lord of Rivendell?" Our overpowered protagonist inquired, their amusement growing as they observed the Elf's steadfastness. 

The Elf, with great dignity, finally raised his eyes and responded with a voice filled with wisdom and resolve.

"Your power may be great, but it is not the allure of strength that keeps me strong. It is the love for my people and the memory of all we hold dear in Middle-earth that empowers me to resist your enchantment," the Lord of Rivendell explained, revealing the deep well of his inner strength.

Our overpowered protagonist couldn't help but be intrigued by this unexpected show of resilience and, perhaps, a glimmer of genuine connection amidst the hope that these long lived people had brought upon Middle-earth.

"You are commendable but this isn't even my final form," our overpowered protagonist declared with a sly grin. 

As he began to exert his true spiritual pressure upon the scene, a powerful wave of compulsion radiated outwards, enveloping the area. 

Those unfortunate enough to be caught in its path found themselves compelled to bow to our protagonist's irresistible will.

The human ants, as our protagonist derogatorily referred to them, fell to their knees in submission as the force overcame them. 

They were powerless to resist, their individual wills crushed under the weight of the overbearing presence.

But Elrond, the wise and mighty elf lord, refused to surrender without a fight. He drew upon his elven heritage and summoned his most potent magical abilities to withstand the oppressive compulsion. 

However, despite his valiant efforts, he could only resist for a brief moment before succumbing.

"THUD!" Elrond joined the others who had fallen under the sway of our protagonist's power. In the scene that followed, only two figures remained awake and unswayed by the compulsion.

"I guess I got myself two girlfriends now to enjoy," our overpowered protagonist mused, his eyes filled with desire as he examined the two beautiful women who he had allowed to resist his influence.