"Ahhh...! Ahhh...!"
The room echoed with soft gasps, laced with sweat and the warmth of pleasure. The air was thick, yet oddly calm—like the universe had paused to witness something forbidden.
A delicate voice, trembling and breathless, broke through the haze.
"M-Master... I... I can't take anymore... P-Please... stop..."
But the response was nothing short of divine arrogance.
"What? Isn't this... amazing? Feel it. Embrace the pleasure."
"Ahhh... N-No... Master—"
Her voice faded into unconsciousness as her body went limp.
And then...
Ding!
A mechanical chime pierced the silence, and a luminous blue interface materialized before Theon's eyes.
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[Host, you have intimated with your 17th Quadrillionth girl.]
[Target: Celestial of Light]
[Notice: You have forcefully intimated with her.]
[Your rewards are being calculated...]
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Narrator:
This is Theon—the Celestial of System.
He is the one who grants systems to the chosen souls... those who die in their original world due to fate's cruel error, and are reincarnated through the will of the Celestial of Reincarnation.
Theon… the name whispered across realms like legend, like myth.
A being not just feared—but envied.
For he himself possessed trillions of systems.
Systems that assigned him quests.
Systems that rewarded him for doing everything... and sometimes, for doing nothing at all.
It was by hoarding these cosmic gifts that Theon ascended to the pinnacle—becoming the strongest Celestial in the entire Celestial Realm.
And among all his countless divine tools, one system held a special place in his heart:
The Godly Harem System.
It was, undeniably, one of his favorites.
Standing in front of a gleaming mirror, Theon slipped into new robes, brushing off the dust of conquest.
He muttered with a smirk, "The Celestial of Light... she was a tough one. Subduing her wasn't easy. In the end, I had to kill her husband—the Ruler of the Light Domain, the male Celestial of Light."
Just then, another glowing message floated into his vision, shimmering with holy code:
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[Congratulations, Host.]
[You have killed the Celestial of Light (Male).]
[Your rewards are being calculated...]
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Theon rolled his eyes.
"Tch. Damn system… It's always late. It's already been four thousand years since I killed that guy."
Narrator:
Time flows differently in the Celestial Realm.
What mortals call millennia… to the Celestials, it's barely a passing moment.
Then, as the winds of divinity stirred the clouds, a commanding voice echoed through the heavens—
> "Theon... I heard you killed another Celestial... and stole his wife again..."
Before the sentence could finish, the sky began to tremble.
Before the voice could fully fade, the room was engulfed in a brilliant radiance—so pure, so intense, it made even Theon, the strongest Celestial, pause.
And then she appeared.
Not walked.
Not descended.
Appeared—as though the universe had torn itself open just to let her in.
She stood there, bathed in a light that shimmered like woven stardust, her very presence bending space around her. Her skin was luminous, kissed by the glow of distant galaxies—soft as moonlight, flawless as divine marble. Her eyes held entire nebulae within them, swirling with colors no mortal tongue could describe, glowing like secrets never spoken.
Her hair flowed like a river of molten silver, cascading down her back in waves that defied gravity. Each strand sparkled, as if the stars themselves had taken shelter in her locks. Her lips—rosy, divine, dangerous—parted slightly, and even that subtle motion could tempt entire pantheons to war.
Her figure was perfection sculpted by time itself, a divine symmetry that could silence gods. Adorned in flowing robes of light and dusk, each layer of fabric danced as if obeying her will, revealing and concealing in a rhythm more enchanting than music.
The temperature in the room shifted. The cosmos grew quiet. Theon's smirk faded—just a little.
She wasn't just beautiful.
She was beyond beauty.
She was the embodiment of celestial desire.
She was the one—the only person in the entire Celestial Realm whom Theon truly cared for.
Not just a friend, but his closest companion, his confidante.
The second strongest Celestial after himself.
She was Seraphina—the Celestial of Reincarnation.
Theon's voice broke the heavy silence, tinged with a familiar, mischievous smirk.
"What can I do, Seraphina? It's my quest. Why shouldn't we sleep together?"
His eyes glinted with a naughty gleam as they locked onto her.
Back then, Theon had offered her countless times—trillions of times. But unlike the others, he never forced her.
Because with Seraphina, it was different.
He truly loved her.
This time, however, her answer stunned him beyond words.
She looked at him softly, her voice calm but firm.
"I don't want to intimate with you… not—at least not now. But Theon… I love you."
Theon's heart stuttered.
For the first time in eons, he was truly shaken.
Slowly, a gentle smile spread across his face.
"I love you too."
In that fragile moment, a delicate romance blossomed between two immortal beings.
The room softened with their silent confession, the weight of countless battles fading away.
Then Theon's voice turned playful again, breaking the tender mood.
"So… why shouldn't you just give me a hug?"
Seraphina nodded, a faint smile touching her lips.
Slowly, she stepped closer… closer… until her arms wrapped around him.
Then—
Splash!
A sharp, burning pain exploded in Theon's back.
He staggered backward, eyes wide in shock.
Seraphina stood firm, a devilish smile curling on her lips, her dagger dripping with celestial venom.
"As I thought," she whispered, voice cold yet amused,
"I can't kill you in one shot."
Theon staggered, clutching his bleeding side. The celestial venom burned through his divine body, slowing his regenerative powers.
If this had been any ordinary Celestial, he thought, this wound would've healed in seconds…
But this wasn't just anyone.
This was Seraphina—the second strongest being in the entire Celestial Realm.
And the one person he never thought would betray him.
He forced a smile through the pain, slowly raising his head.
"...Seraphina... why?"
His voice cracked—not from agony, but from heartbreak.
"We were best friends… we've shared trillions of years. Laughed together. Fought side by side. Saved realms…"
He limped forward, each step slower than the last.
"You were the only one I never forced… the only one I ever loved."
Her expression flickered. For a moment, doubt trembled in her eyes.
Then—he struck.
In a blur of motion, Theon summoned a fragment of the Void System, launching a shadow spear straight at her chest.
But Seraphina was ready.
With a sharp spin, she deflected the attack using her Divine Dagger of Rebirth, its blade glowing with reincarnation energy.
"As expected from a guy like you," she hissed, eyes cold, "you've never been trustworthy."
Theon growled. "Neither are you anymore."
The air exploded as their auras clashed. Celestial winds shattered mountains in distant realms. Suns dimmed. Moons cracked.
BOOM!
Theon conjured a hundred system chains, each forged from different celestial systems—binding, burning, freezing, corrupting.
Seraphina dodged and spun like a goddess of war, unleashing waves of divine energy that shattered the chains mid-air.
She darted forward, her dagger slicing across Theon's shoulder—he grunted, staggering back, blood dripping onto the sacred floor.
"Still holding back?" she taunted.
"Not anymore."
Theon released his Core System. The room bent, twisted—time and space distorted. Multiple versions of Theon appeared, each with different weapons, different auras.
But Seraphina's eyes gleamed with light.
She raised her hand and chanted softly—
"Cycle Reset."
A surge of reincarnation energy erased all clones, rewinding the attack as if it never happened.
Before Theon could react, she was already behind him.
Slash!
Her dagger tore through his back again, this time deeper—reaching his Celestial Core.
"ARGHH!!" Theon roared, falling to one knee. His systems flickered, glitching, struggling to keep him alive.
"You were never meant to hold this much power, Theon," she said softly, kneeling beside him.
He coughed blood, eyes filled with disbelief. "You... You love me…"
Theon's body trembled as the dagger pulsed within his chest, celestial light leaking from the wound like stardust.
"You… said you loved me…" he whispered, eyes wide, voice broken.
Seraphina stood over him, unmoved. Her expression was unreadable—eyes calm, lips curved into the faintest smirk.
"I lied," she said coldly. "You were never anything more than a target, Theon."
Theon's breath hitched, the last flickers of hope in his heart extinguished.
"For trillions of years, I watched you corrupt the balance of the Celestial Realm—playing with power, bending systems to your will, sleeping with whoever gave you bonuses. You thought this world revolved around your whims."
She twisted the dagger, and Theon let out a choked gasp.
"I am the Celestial of Reincarnation," she continued. "I don't love. I restore what should be—by erasing what should never have existed."
Theon coughed blood, his aura flickering like a dying star.
"Then why… not kill me sooner…?"
She leaned close, whispering into his ear.
"Because the longer you lived, the more systems I could steal from you."
His eyes widened in horror. Seraphina smiled—no warmth, only victory.
"You see, this was never about revenge… or justice…
It was about power.
And now, it's mine."
With one final pull, she ripped the dagger from his chest.
Theon collapsed.
The strongest Celestial—the System God, the untouchable manipulator of fate—was no more.
As his body crumbled into glowing ash, Seraphina stepped back, staring out at the stars.
"No more celestials playing kings," she whispered.
"Now… the true reign begins."