The Harem King 91 Chapter 91

Dead worlds and desolated realms affronted my eyes but that did not mean that the scenery was left with no life.

Same as the bountiful tasty vitality from whence i came, this horrid view also showcased a life of its own. Strong, vibrant, and was even fatter than the anywhere else I've ever seen.

The alien species that flourished in this kind of environment was a lot more to my liking. Greed. l.u.s.t. Pride. Envy. They wore them all akin to a badge honor. Upfront and proud.

Unlike the rest of my people who hid their evils behind the façade of the norm. The travel took us almost ten minutes and in that time, i had seen the vast majority of the universe.

Or at least a sample of what they offered. This will be a challenging conquest after all, i concluded. On the fifteenth minute, i finally caught up to the old grandma in my front.

She was sitting on the hollowed point of s.p.a.ce and calmly awaited my arrival. I observed her once more before my eyes pa.s.sed through her ugly body and into the varying shades of faraway spheres beyond.

They glittered differently but their similarity ended there. Powers that defied what i knew was openly presented before my eyes.

Of course, they still have cultivators, evolvers, witches and wizards, ugly horrible strange lives, old G.o.ds, undying immortals and the like.

But what separated this universe from that was the unknown essence that composed their mold. It was alien. But what was more surprising what my inherent hate of those diverse powers.

"Judging from your reaction, you seem like a native dweller in this reality. I here i thought you were one of those despicable leaches." the c.u.n.t broke my stunned mind.

"BANG!" i did not even realize that i was exuding all of my strength at this moment. Gone was the visage of calm and what replaced my guise what my true inner self.
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Dark imposing armors shone eerily in the empty caress of the void. I was encased from head to toe with the metallic sheen of my armaments.

"Soul Armor."

And in my hand was my weapon of choice. It was akin to a reaper of souls for like the divine myth of Death, i too, had incorporated the path of an eater to any living thing into my own dao.

"Who are you really, Damon Everhart? A slumbering G.o.d would have known of this ancient truths but not you. You seem surprised."

Lucia still sat upon the baseless firmaments of nihility and expected me to converse like any sane man. But that was where she was mistaken. I have long accepted that i can never be that. Sane.

What i wished and have long desired to accomplish would make a crazy person appear rational in comparison. And so i answered not with words but only gave the b.i.t.c.h a taste of my own thoughts.

"SLAs.h.!.+"

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