Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Eros Guardians

The docks dissolved into a haze of weathered, salt-encrusted warehouses as ARIA’s navigation carved a sharp westward path, pulling us from the pulsing neon arteries of Los Angeles.

Highways unraveled into serpentine canyons, the Strap Function screaming in overdrive, velocity locked at a sustained 320 MPH. The world collapsed into smeared ribbons of moonlit pavement and jagged cliffs plummeting into the roaring Pacific.

Ozone scorched my throat, slipping past the helmet’s filters. G-forces crushed my chest, turning every inhale into a desperate struggle.

Behind us, plasma exhaust etched luminous wounds across the night sky.

Three of them loomed above—silent, omnipresent, their low resonant hum burrowing into bone deeper than the thunder of our engines.

Destination fixed: the mansion anomaly, coordinates throbbing crimson in my HUD. The estate emerged from mist-cloaked hills like a mirage given form—an isolated fortress, vast and alien, as if torn from another dimension and abandoned here.

We shed velocity on a concealed dirt track, thrusters howling in reverse, kicking up a storm of backdraft. Tires clawed into soil, hurling plumes of dust skyward.

The forest engulfed us—towering ancient pines streaking past in violent blurs, branches raking our energy shields in cascades of sparks that flickered and died like brief, suicidal stars.

We stopped in a small clearing. Engines sighed into silence, metal ticking as it cooled.

I swung off the bike, the bikes storage groaned open. Weapons materialized instantly—heavy, matte-black rifles coiled with plasma conduits that thrummed with restrained fury; vibro-knives emitting a high-pitched ultrasonic whine that set my teeth on edge; grenades alive with nano-explosives, their latent power buzzing through the suit’s haptic nerves.

I tapped the console.

[Camouflage engaged.]

Nano-swarms surged across the Hunters’ chassis, rendering the bikes indistinguishable from bark and shadow—gone to any eye, any sensor.

Perfect phantoms.

Ava stared, her composure fracturing for the first time, even through the opaque visor.

She followed my example, hands betraying a faint tremor as she armed herself: rifle slung across her back, knives locked to her thighs, sidearms riding low on her hips.

The gear integrated seamlessly with her nano-suit, weight distributed as if it had always belonged there.

Her gloved fingers brushed the edge of a vibro-knife. It keened softly, a deadly whisper.

"What... are these?" she asked, voice hushed with something between awe and fear.

"Welcome to the future, agent."

Her eyes narrowed behind the visor, suspicion sharpening her gaze. "I thought every invention of yours had to be cleared through the CIA. Not just the bikes. These weapons..."

I let out a low, shadowed laugh. "There’s a lot more where that came from. Far more. Swallow the bitter pill."

She barked a laugh of her own—sharp, edged with disbelief—as she shook her head. "Let’s move."

We slipped into the forest like breath on glass, boots silent over carpets of pine needles.

The air hung heavy with resin and the faint, briny bite of the distant Pacific.

Ahead, the perimeter fence rose through the trees: razor wire glinting atop chain-link, sensors pulsing red at regular intervals, the low electric thrum turning the night metallic on the tongue.

Then—a rising whine.

Incoming.

Fast.

A sleek obsidian drone materialized out of empty air, its angular lines catching moonlight like polished obsidian. It hurtled toward us, then braked to a perfect hover at the fence line, motionless for a fraction of a second. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

A lattice of crimson lasers snapped to life, carving a molten circle through the metal. Steel liquefied and dripped in glowing rivulets, hissing as it struck the damp earth, sparks scattering like fleeting embers.

Ava flinched, hand flashing to her rifle. "What the hell—"

I spread my arms, grinning behind the helmet. "Meet the EGs."

Silence. Then: "EGs? That’s the lamest—wait, what does that even—"

She broke off, laughter bursting out of her as she bent forward slightly.

I exhaled a theatrical sigh. "Eros Guardians. EGs for short."

Her laughter rang louder through the pines. She swiped at her visor as if clearing tears. "You named them after yourself. Of course you did."

"Scout," I ordered, ignoring the jab.

The drone rippled like heat haze, cloaking itself from sight, then vanished forward with a supersonic crack that showered us in loose needles.

I drew the quantum glasses from an inner pocket and slipped them on. Lenses unfolded with a soft mechanical click.

The world transformed—holographic overlays flooding my vision with the EG’s live feed: thermal blooms of human bodies in searing orange and red, predictive motion vectors threading through the trees, heartbeats throbbing like war drums in cascading data.

The scan compiled. I smiled.

"Full combat mode," I commanded.

Then the screaming began.

"Acknowledged," she replied through the neural link, her voice a silken thread in my mind.

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