Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 588

Chapter 588: The Three Forbidden Children

The Pharaoh’s View Hotel sat perched on the edge of Cairo like a glass and marble monument to modern excess, its top-floor penthouse offering an unobstructed view of the Giza pyramid complex.

To mortal eyes, the ancient monuments appeared distant across the sprawling cityscape.

But to the three figures standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, the pyramids might as well have been in the hotel’s backyard.

Distance, after all, was a concept that bent around beings who had spent eons learning to reshape reality from the inside of a cosmic prison.

Callianeira stood with her back to the room, designer dress flowing like liquid storm clouds around her impossibly perfect form.

Her fingers traced patterns on the glass that left frost formations despite the Egyptian heat, each touch creating miniature hurricanes that spiraled and died against the window. She looked like she could grace the cover of Vogue, if Vogue covered entities capable of drowning continents with a thought.

“The pyramids are closer than they appear,” she murmured, voice carrying the sound of distant thunder. “Reality bends around suffering. The pharaohs knew that.”

Aelion reclined in a chair that probably cost more than most people’s houses, but somehow made it look like a throne carved from crystallized authority.

Everything about him screamed command – from the way his perfectly tailored suit seemed to reshape itself to his posture, to how the very air in the room reorganized itself around his presence.

Even his casual breathing sounded like orders being given to the universe.

“Distance is irrelevant when you’re about to own everything,” he said, golden eyes fixed on where Hera and Apollo stood at the far end of the suite like nervous employees waiting for their performance review.

Erevin, the one eyed youngest-looking but arguably most dangerous of the three, sat cross-legged on the marble floor, completely ignoring the expensive furniture. His fingers traced symbols that seemed to eat the light around them, creating patches of absolute nothingness in the air that made looking directly at him an exercise in existential confusion.

He was beautiful in the way black holes were beautiful – perfectly formed and absolutely terrifying.

The two gods had been standing in respectful silence for the better part of ten minutes, and honestly, the tension was getting thick enough to cut with divine weapons.

“Report,” Aelion said finally, and his voice carried the kind of authority that made reality itself sit up straighter.

Hera stepped forward, her usual divine composure cracking slightly around the edges. “The mysterious figure visited Olympus three days ago after her last visit… but…” She paused, clearly struggling with how to explain what she’d witnessed. “She made Zeus stronger. Not temporarily. Permanently. The entire pantheon felt that shift.”

“Zeus could suddenly think clearer, move faster, command more authority,” Apollo added, his usually confident voice notably subdued. “Whatever this figure did, it enhanced Zeus’s fundamental divine nature. And then he just… left. No demands, no explanations, no threats.”

The three siblings exchanged glances that could have been casual if casual glances could rewrite the laws of physics.

“Interesting,” Callianeira murmured, her silhouette haloed by moonlight spilling through the penthouse window. She didn’t turn to face them — she didn’t need to. Power flowed from her spine like a waterfall of knives. “Someone’s making moves on the board.”

“We’ll deal with that later,” Aelion said, lounging on the leather armchair like a panther bored of pretending he was tame. He waved his hand — not with flourish, but with the sovereign indifference of a god who’d killed continents — and both Hera and Apollo flinched, their divine senses recoiling like struck tuning forks. The fabric of space itself rippled, submitting to him.

“For now,” he said, voice like gold dipped in thunder, “it’s time to corrupt the most powerful Prime Core.”

Erevin, sprawled across a couch with dimensional ink swirling around his fingers, looked up from the eldritch symbols he’d been feeding into reality. His grin was slow, too wide, teeth too white, too perfect. “Finally. I was getting bored.”

Callianeira pivoted with elegant violence. Her heels clicked once against the marble. Storm-gray eyes fixed on her brothers. “I want to go to Korea.”

Her tone didn’t rise. It didn’t have to. This wasn’t a suggestion — it was a sacred offering wrapped in arson and silk. A proposal with blood in its teeth. It was the tone of someone presenting a business proposal that happened to involve cosmic terrorism.

“The Seoul core?” Aelion mused, golden eyes gleaming as he tapped his chin with a finger that had once ended timelines. “Daegon’s already destabilizing the region. The Nihility is hiding. And Beginning hasn’t acted, despite the Dark Pantheon pushing the leash.”

“Still hasn’t made a move. Curious.”

There was a pause. A thick one. Pregnant with prophecy.

“It means either the core’s bait, there’s something more important at risk,” Erevin muttered, cracking a tooth between his fingers like a sunflower seed, “or they’re waiting for the Prince to stop us himself.”

Aelion’s face twisted into something monstrous. The temperature dropped. Frost bled up the glass walls of the penthouse. He’s face darkened. His voice dropped into a register that tasted like crushed stars.

“Arrogant Whole Mother,” he hissed, and the words carried enough venom to poison small solar systems. “Despite knowing the Three royals of THEY are on Earth, she doesn’t take us seriously. She’s leaving it to her son to stop us, not even ordering her two sisters to help him.”

Aelion shot to his feet, divine authority crackling around him like barely contained lightning. “How dare she look down on me!”

His aura surged like a second sun breaking into the room. Power thickened the air. The floor beneath them cracked in spiderwebs of molten marble. Car alarms screamed thirty stories below. Clouds twisted outside, drawn into unnatural spirals around the building’s spire.

Aelion raised his hand — and the sky itself began to flinch.

And then—

Callianeira silenced him.

Not with words. Not with force. Just a flick of two fingers and the sheer concept of sound within his throat vanished.

The silence wasn’t absence. It was conquest.

“You’ll alert him,” she said, calm as winter.

Aelion’s fury shivered… then melted into something darker. Admiration. Maybe even arousal.

“I say we use her arrogance,” Callianeira continued, adjusting a diamond bracelet that pulsed faintly with the blood of gods. “Daegon is her leash. The Second Aunt is watching him, not the cores. Let her watch. Let her wait. While she’s playing with fire, we take the heart of Korea.”

The suggestion hung in the air like a battle plan written in cosmic fire. Aelion’s rage smoothly transformed into something that looked suspiciously like admiration.

Aelion gave her a slow, delighted smile — the kind you give a woman who just declared war using your own weapons.

“Better yet,” he said, eyes turning to Apollo and Hera. “You… Sun and Marriage, stir up another little disaster. Be obvious. Be loud. While my sister slips a dagger into Seoul’s spine.”

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