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My Rise to Power as the Harem King

Regrettably the story has been rejected by Webnovel. I will be making this into a novel on Amazon. Will update when it's out. No more updates will be posted here. *Warning* The following story is depraved and filled with smut, sexy monster women, bondage, mind control powers, breaking the wills of strong monster bitches, becoming insanely powerful and wealthy, rising to become the demon king and taking over the world, and did I say over top sex scenes that could make Riley Reid blush? Enter at your own risk. Contains Yuri Contains NTR as he steals hot bitches from rich nobles. Contains tentacle sex, and liquid sports. ***Discord is open!*** https://discord.gg/cR2KY2R4sF

HaremKing777 · 奇幻
分數不夠
18 Chs

Chapter 11

I turned away from Izzy, desperate to put some distance between us, to clear my head. Her words clung to me like shadows, every syllable sinking deeper than I wanted to admit. Her gaze still burned into my back, as if she could see through the defiance I'd clung to, all the way down to the doubts I didn't want to face.

I walked out of the room, not caring if she followed, needing the cold air of the castle corridors to cool the heat she'd stirred in me. The stone hallways stretched on in eerie silence, shadows flickering from wall sconces holding dying flames. The castle felt alive somehow, pulsing with some ancient, sinister energy that seemed to hum beneath my skin. I hated that, despite my best efforts, a part of me felt… at home here.

I stopped at the end of the hall, forcing myself to breathe, to ground myself. If what she'd said was true, if I really was the descendant of this Caedus Cairborne, this demon king, then there had to be a way to find out without buying into her manipulative charm. I couldn't trust her. She'd already killed me once, after all. And yet, something in her eyes, in the way she looked at me, held a dark reverence that made it hard to believe she'd let anyone else take my place.

"You're going the wrong way."

Her voice was soft, almost taunting, echoing from behind me. I turned, and there she was, watching me with that maddening, amused expression.

"If you're done with the theatrics, Jack, there's someone you need to meet." She beckoned me, her smile widening when I didn't immediately follow. "Or are you planning to get lost in your own castle?"

I clenched my jaw, but I followed her. Every step made me question if I was making a mistake, if I was playing into whatever game she was running, but I didn't have many options. I needed answers, and if she could lead me to them, then for now, I'd play along.

Izzy led me down a spiraling stone staircase, the shadows growing thicker with every step. The air grew colder, the flickering torchlight casting long, twisted shadows on the walls. It felt like descending into a crypt, and with every step, I felt a strange pressure building, like some ancient force was waiting for me below. A force I wasn't ready to confront.

She finally stopped at the base of the stairs, standing in front of a set of massive iron doors engraved with intricate symbols that seemed to pulse with an eerie, blue glow. The doors looked ancient, almost alive, as if they could see right through me. Izzy's smirk widened as she glanced back at me, clearly enjoying my hesitation.

"Beyond these doors is your throne room, Jack," she said, her voice soft, reverent. "And the one who guards it."

"Guards it?" I echoed, frowning. "I thought this place was supposed to be mine."

She shrugged, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "You're not the only one who's had a claim on it. There are… others who remained loyal to your grandfather's cause, even after his death. But loyalty has its limits, and only those strong enough are allowed to claim the throne."

Her words hung in the air, a subtle warning. I could feel the weight of what was coming, the challenge implied in her gaze. She wanted to see if I'd back down, if I'd let fear hold me back. I forced myself to breathe, to push the doubt down, and stepped forward, ignoring the unsettling thrill that rushed through me as I laid my hand on the cold iron door.

The moment my fingers touched it, the doors swung open with a low, rumbling groan. The room beyond was massive, stretching into shadowed arches, columns twisting upward to a vaulted ceiling so high it vanished into darkness. At the far end of the hall sat a throne, carved from black stone, massive, imposing, like something ripped out of a nightmare. It was empty, but the weight of its presence pressed down on me, as if it recognized me, dared me to claim it.

And standing between me and that throne was… something. Someone.

He was tall, easily seven feet, maybe more. His skin was deathly pale, stretched tight over elongated limbs, each one ending in fingers that looked more like claws. A black cloak draped over his skeletal frame, pooling around him like a shroud, and his face was hidden beneath a deep hood, leaving only hollow eye sockets that glowed with an unearthly blue light. He looked like something that had crawled out of the grave, and yet, there was a silent strength in him, a presence that made every hair on my body stand on end.

Izzy stepped forward, her voice soft, reverent. "Jack, meet General Krux. The necromancer who served under your grandfather, Caedus Cairborne, and the guardian of the throne."

The name rolled off her tongue like a dark spell, and the figure, Krux, turned, his hollow gaze locking onto me. For a moment, I felt rooted to the spot, the cold blue of his eyes piercing through me, as if he could see everything, every fear, every doubt, every flicker of power I hadn't yet dared to tap into.

"Caedus's blood…" His voice was low, rasping, like dead leaves scraping over stone. "It has been a long time since I sensed it." He tilted his head, his gaze never leaving mine. "You are his heir, then. The last Cairborne."

I swallowed, forcing myself to stand straighter, to meet that empty, piercing gaze without flinching. "So they tell me."

He studied me, silent and unmoving, his presence heavy, cold. "Your grandfather was the strongest ruler this land has ever known. He brought fear, order, and balance. To claim his throne… you will need to prove that strength."

I felt my pulse quicken, a mixture of anger and fear rising in me. "And if I don't want it?" I shot back, the defiance in my voice surprising even me.

Izzy's soft laughter echoed in the empty hall. "That's not an option, Jack. Not here." She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "If you want to survive here, if you want to rule, then you'll have to earn it."

Krux took a step forward, his elongated limbs moving with an unsettling, silent grace. "The throne is not given. It is claimed. And I am bound to recognize only the strongest."

The challenge in his words was unmistakable, a line drawn in the shadows between us. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, a dare that both terrified and thrilled me. I glanced at the throne, that massive, dark seat of power looming behind Krux, and I felt something stir inside me. Some ancient part of me that recognized it, that wanted it.

But I didn't have a choice, did I? If I wanted to survive here, if I wanted answers, then I had to prove myself. No hesitation. No backing down.

I stepped forward, feeling the weight of Izzy's gaze on me, her silent approval somehow emboldening. "Fine," I said, my voice steady, firm. "Let's do this."

Krux's eyes narrowed, the blue light flickering in those hollow sockets as he raised a bony hand. Shadows swirled around him, dark tendrils stretching out like living things, twisting and writhing, filling the air with a suffocating darkness. His voice echoed through the hall, low and terrible. "If you are truly Caedus's heir… then prove it."

Before I could blink, he lunged, his movement impossibly fast for something so skeletal. I barely had time to react, throwing myself to the side as his clawed hand sliced through the air where I'd been standing. I hit the ground hard, the impact rattling through me, but I forced myself to roll to my feet, heart pounding.

His gaze tracked me, calculating, as if assessing every move, every weakness. I felt the power inside me, that strange, dark energy simmering beneath my skin, urging me to let go, to unleash it. But I didn't know how. I could only react, dodging as he struck again, the air hissing as his claws cut through it.

Izzy's voice drifted from the shadows, her tone soft, almost encouraging. "Come on, Jack. Show him what you're made of."

I clenched my fists, frustration building as I dodged another strike, feeling more like a target than a fighter. I needed more than brute strength; I needed control. I needed to tap into that power, the one I'd been so desperate to deny.

Krux lunged again, his movements blurring as he closed the distance between us. I barely had time to react, throwing myself to the side as his clawed hand sliced through the air, missing me by inches. The impact sent me sprawling, and I hit the cold stone floor hard, pain jolting through my shoulder. But I forced myself to roll to my feet, blood pounding in my ears.

His gaze fixed on me, cold and unblinking, as if he were studying prey. There was a dangerous calm to him, a patience that terrified me more than his speed or strength. I could feel him testing me, pushing me to see how far I'd go, how long I could last. And every second, his strikes came faster, his movements more precise. He was relentless, and I was barely holding on.

"Come on, Jack!" Izzy's voice echoed through the hall, her tone sharp, taunting. "Show him what's inside you."

I gritted my teeth, dodging another swipe that grazed my arm, leaving a searing line of pain. This wasn't enough. I was only reacting, barely surviving. I needed more than reflexes, I needed control, power. The same power she kept saying was inside me, the power I still didn't fully understand.

Krux tilted his head, and I felt the air shift, the temperature dropping until frost began to creep along the floor. Shadows swirled around him, dark and alive, thickening the air like a suffocating fog. He raised a skeletal hand, fingers splayed, and a sickly blue glow gathered around his palm. My instincts screamed at me to move, but I couldn't look away, caught by the raw, dark energy building in his hand, growing, warping until it pulsed like something alive.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the energy surging toward me, a wave of cold that hit me like a punch, knocking the breath out of me. I staggered back, every nerve in my body screaming as the dark energy coiled around me, tightening like icy chains. I struggled, clawing at the air, trying to break free, but the energy held firm, sapping my strength with each passing second.

"This is the power of Caedus's bloodline?" Krux's voice was a rasp, dripping with disappointment. He lifted his other hand, and the shadows tightened, pressing in on me, crushing my lungs, my bones. "Pathetic."

Panic flared, hot and blinding. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. The shadows wrapped around me like a vice, and I could feel my vision dimming, my strength slipping away. But somewhere, in the depths of that fear, something else stirred, a flicker of heat, a dark fire that pulsed with every beat of my heart. A power I didn't want to understand, but that I couldn't ignore.

I clenched my fists, focusing on that pulse, feeling it build, stronger and darker, filling my veins with a heat that drove back the icy chill. The shadows recoiled, shrinking away as the power inside me surged, and I could feel the darkness shift, twisting to my will, responding to my anger, my desperation. I raised my hand, and a blast of energy shot from my palm, slamming into Krux's chest and forcing him back a few steps.

He staggered but didn't fall, his gaze narrowing, his hollow sockets glowing with a fierce, icy light. "Not enough," he growled, his voice filling the hall with a cold echo. "A mere spark."

He raised both hands, and the shadows around him thickened, congealing into tendrils that slithered along the floor, reaching out toward me. I took a step back, feeling the weight of them, their intent like a dark whisper in the air. I knew, instinctively, that if they reached me, I wouldn't have a second chance.

"Enough games, Jack," Izzy's voice was somewhere behind me, low, almost breathless with anticipation. "Stop holding back. Show him what you are."

I clenched my teeth, the frustration boiling over. I'd been running, denying, fighting every part of this dark legacy, but right now, in this moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was power, power to survive, to prove to myself that I was more than some pawn in a twisted game.

I let go, giving in to the dark heat that pulsed beneath my skin, the power that I'd been afraid to touch. It roared to life, flooding every inch of me, a fire that felt both foreign and familiar, terrifying and exhilarating. I raised both hands, focusing on that energy, feeling it surge, gathering in my palms, a shadowed force that crackled with dark lightning.

Krux moved forward, the tendrils stretching out toward me, but I didn't flinch. I brought my hands together, and the energy exploded from me in a massive wave, a blast of darkness and fire that tore through the air, slamming into Krux with a force that shook the entire hall.

He staggered back, his cloak shredded, his skeletal frame rattling under the impact. For a moment, he stood there, swaying, his empty sockets fixed on me. And then, slowly, he lowered himself to one knee, his head bowed.

The hall fell silent, the echoes of the blast fading into the shadows. I stood there, breathing hard, the power still thrumming through me, a dark, intoxicating heat that I knew I'd never be able to ignore again.

Krux raised his head, his voice low, reverent. "Your strength… it is worthy."

He looked up at me, and in those hollow sockets, I saw something that looked like… respect.