Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Whole Mother

Every robe she wore was designed not to clothe her, but to hint at what it failed to contain. High slits that revealed the dangerous promise of her legs, necklines that dipped low enough to start wars in council chambers, and fabrics so thin the light dared not pass through without blushing.

And then there was her voice—liquid sin, sultry and slow, like velvet soaked in wine and secrets. It didn’t just speak—it coaxed, pulled, invited. Every syllable tasted like forbidden fruit.

But her power was the real seduction. Not the beauty, not the sway of her hips, not even the wicked smile she wore like a dagger sheath—it was the way she commanded. Noctavine didn’t beg. She didn’t ask. She willed, and the universe bent politely.

Even other vampires blushed around her.

She was sin incarnate. And she knew it.

With a satisfied smirk and a snap of her fingers, she vanished in a flourish of blood-mist and divine perfume.

Elena blinked. “Did she just casually say she’s invading the realm of the gods like it’s a brunch appointment?”

Naomi finished her tea and exhaled like a woman older than time. “That’s Tuesday for this family.”

“Unprofitable day!” the two maids sighed, walking off—likely to report their failures to their respective faction leaders.

But they didn’t get far.

Elena stopped mid-step. “Wait. Did we just witness Noctavine basically declaring herself a third faction?”

Naomi’s eyes widened. “Oh shit. She’s not trying to join a faction—she’s forming one. And Scarlett’s her anchor.”

“That’s… actually brilliant. She’s got shadow army advantage, maternal pull over Scarlett, and now she’s leading gods invasion plans. Maya and Tessa are playing checkers. Noctavine’s playing 4D chess.”

“This is about to get so much more complicated.”

*

In the Omni Nexus Realm, they’d constructed what could generously be called a house—and more accurately described as a mansion that defied several laws of physics. On the balcony of the third floor, Helena sipped tea and watched the political chaos unfold like some kind of interdimensional soap opera.

“Maya’s playing the long game,” she murmured. “Soon, Throne will side with her, along with the Six, Aphrodite, and half of his scattered past lovers. Hundreds—maybe thousands—from previous lives always end up listening to Maya.”

She took another sip, smiling faintly at the irony.

“But it balances. For every two past lovers reclaimed, four new women join his harem. And Tessa… Tessa has this way of charming them into her faction. No one’s ever challenged Maya this effectively. Even Annabelle, who was Maya’s friend before meeting Tessa, defected to Team Tessa. That says everything. Because Annabelle… she’s not just Annabelle. She’s something more.”

She paused as Parker threw his head back laughing at something Maya said—Maya, who feigned a stumble just so she could fall into his arms.

They looked like cosmic teenagers.

Helena smiled—rare for her. But seeing Parker, the Prince she’d raised since his first life, truly enjoying himself?

That made her day.

Helena lounged on the balcony of the impossible Nexus mansion, coffee in hand, eyes sharp enough to slice through reality’s fabric. “Though I do wonder,” she murmured, voice low like a cosmic whisper, “has anyone stopped to ask what Parker actually thinks about this faction war? The man doesn’t exactly play puppet to other people’s schemes.”

She set her steaming cup on the railing with a precise clink, then turned her gaze on Scarlett — that wild card with too much fire for her own good. Helena’s eyes gleamed like starlight sharpened to blades.

“In every war between two powers, there’s a wild card. And Maya? She knows exactly who that wild card is. “Her smile was slow, dangerous. “I mean… how do you explain the Prince of Existence, who could have crushed a hellstorm beneath his heel, instead choosing to make love to Scarlett longer than any of his women this lifetime? That’s not Stockholm syndrome. That’s chaos with a plan.”

Helena had watched it all—silent and deadly—her shadow magic ever on alert. Parker never left his sanctum without her protection lurking like a predator in the void. Yet when Scarlett struck, nothing stirred.

No defense flared. No warning sounded. It was like Parker’s soul didn’t recognize her as a threat.

That puzzle was unraveling faster than she’d like.

“What’s truly fascinating,” she continued, voice like cold fire, “is that Parker’s been actively avoiding tipping the scales. For a man who usually steamrolls politics with cosmic authority, he’s been remarkably… diplomatic. Like he’s playing a deeper game.”

Then a voice slithered through the Nexus air — everywhere and nowhere, resonant enough to make reality itself shudder.

“Aren’t they charming and innocent…”

Helena snapped, lips curling with irritation. “Get your ass off my realm, Big Sister.”

The Whole Mother’s laughter rippled through space-time, a sound that could power dying stars. “Oh Helena, you analyze this like a boardroom merger. This isn’t business. This is love—messy, complicated, devastating love—juiced with cosmic power and Our Little Prince who’s utterly clueless about anything resembling normal relationship drama, much less supernatural harem politics.”

“Which is exactly why I’m analyzing it,” Helena fired back. “When Parker gets overwhelmed by emotional complexity, he breaks things. Big things. Reality-sized things.”

The laughter crashed again like a supernova.”That’s the fun part. But here’s the kicker—our Prince has some family reunions coming up.”

Helena’s teacup froze mid-air. “Family reunions?”

“Mmm~ the past wives,” the Whole Mother purred. “All eight lifetimes’ worth. They have sensed his presence when he made love here and that was him calling them out. They’re motivated. Very motivated. To see their beloved Prince again. To reclaim what’s theirs.”

Helena’s voice dropped to a whisper. “How many?”

“Oh, just a casual three hundred and forty-seven. Former wives, all with power sets that make nuclear wars look like firecrackers. Personality quirks that could start intergalactic incidents. And they’re calling it a ‘Wives Reunion Convention.'”

Silence swallowed the words like a black hole.

“So,” Helena said slowly, savoring the apocalypse about to bloom, “we’re about to have over three hundred god-tier ex-wives gatecrashing the current harem war—with Maya and Tessa already tearing each other apart—plus divine invasions, plus Korea becoming a hotspot for cosmic diplomacy…”

“Plus every single one of those women has an opinion on the faction system, Scarlett’s still playing neutral, Noctavine’s plotting her own faction coup, Parker’s blissfully ignorant, and his blessed army is about to graduate from infiltration to full-on divine realm takeover.”

Helena’s hand swept the table clean with a flick, the gesture sharp enough to unmake empires.

“Anyway… our sister is getting restless. Join her in Korea, hmm? It would be perfect! And while you’re there, maybe prepare for some… interdimensional visitors. They’re very excited to meet their husband again. And meet his new wives.”

But as the presence faded, Helena’s mind raced ahead, calculating war fronts and alliances in a cosmic chessboard that spanned dimensions. Korea. The sister. Hundreds of wives. A political maelstrom that would make today’s faction drama look like children playing with firecrackers.

“Tch! That meddling, insufferable woman!”

“This isn’t just getting complicated,” she muttered, eyes glinting like dark stars.”This is about to become the most beautiful, chaotic, insane clusterfuck of harem politics in the history of existence.”

She chuckled, wicked and genuine.

“Poor Parker. Three hundred and forty-seven former wives showing up to judge his current choices? Maya’s going to have a cerebral meltdown. Tessa’s going to start a war for the ages. And Scarlett… oh, Scarlett’s stubborn neutrality just became the most powerful position in all creation.”

Helena laughed, because honestly? What else was there to do?

“I can’t wait to see how he handles this.”

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