Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112: Dark Uncertainty

Sunlight strained through the small high windows of the estate’s med bay in soft pale rectangles —the only thing in the room that still answered to the rules a normal eye expected of a normal morning.

Beyond the rectangles, the room had quietly seceded from the century. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

No monitors blinked. Instead, rings of levitating luminance drifted about the bedside like bored seraphim on retainer, exhaling soft golden breath into nothing. No IV pole cluttered the scene. A single filament of luminous vapor uncoiled from some invisible treasury and threaded itself, with the patience of a saint and the appetite of a glutton, into the unconscious girl’s left forearm.

Neither was a cardiac monitor beeped.

A slow, astonished arpeggio of light pulsed against the far wall, translating flesh and blood into music—except this particular body was currently playing a note ARIA, after six full minutes of sulking, still refused to name.

The room had ceased behaving like architecture.

The occupants—if the word still applied—paid it no mind whatsoever.

’Strange.’ Peter found the whole tableau darkly hilarious.

But it wasn’t funny... it sat in his chest like a well-aged cyanide capsule and whispers: ’Of course. Of course this is how the morning ends.’

The girl lay on a slab of luminescent linen that cost more than most small nations, breathing with the serene, vacant rhythm of a body that had agreed to occupy space without yet consenting to be home.

"Anything?" he asked.

ARIA did not glance up. "No."

"Anything at all."

"Master."

"That’s a no, then."

"That is a no, Master."

Peter allowed himself the smallest, most private smile at the back of her head.

ARIA found herself angry because... she was supposed to be the all-knowing.

Yet here she was, drowning in questions, hoping her master could answer some.

He couldn’t. Just like her, he was caught in the same fog of uncertainty. Still, there was a strange solace in that—knowing neither of them had been paranoid about the SNAP.

It had been real. It had happened.

She had told him about her experience—the sharp fracture of reality, the tearing pain that had lanced through her body like fire. He had only heard the sound, not the agony. And for that, she was grateful.

Grateful that his burden was lighter, that he had not felt the torment that had nearly broken her.

So, the two smartest beings on Earth, as far as they knew, were in the dark of what exactly was going on or what had happened.

Yet even in that dark uncertainty, they were sure something had gone off—something vast, something unseen—and whatever had happened was tied to the girl lying unconscious on the bed.

Her stillness was deceptive; beneath it, the air itself seemed to hum with a hidden force.

Unlike other medical emergencies and treatments, ARIA had not bothered with those. She had not reach for machines or medicines. Instead, her senses had locked onto the current flowing through the girl’s veins.

And—it was an infinity... amount of Spiritual Energy, coursing endlessly, shimmering like galaxies compressed into flesh. And it was so much, much, much more than what ARIA herself carried in her body.

The sheer scale of it made her chest tighten, as though she were standing at the edge of a storm too immense to comprehend.

"You hate this," Peter observed.

"It’s leaking."

"Master. The body on this slab is registering at infinity."

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