Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 729

Chapter 729: System Rewards Manipulation, New Ability; Slithering Tongue?

Eros was halfway down the hallway—already done with Helena, already filing her under handled—when the notification hit.

[DING! Hidden Mission Completed!]

He stopped dead.

Not a dramatic stop. Not a stumble. Just... halted. Mid-step, muscles locking like someone had yanked the power cord out of reality. Heart kicking once, hard. The carpet swallowed the sound like it knew better than to snitch.

[Mission: Rival Turned Ally]

[Description: Turn any of your past or current rivals into your allies.]

[Past Rival: Helena Voss]

Eros blinked.

Then frowned.

Then read it again, slower this time.

[Reward: +10 Stats (Peter Carter Form), Slithering Tongue]

"...No fucking way," he muttered.

He read it again.

And then again.

Just stood there in the hallway, staring at the translucent blue screen hovering in his vision, pulsing faintly like it was pleased with itself, while his brain tried to catch up with what the system had just casually dropped in his lap.

This wasn’t a reward.

This was a cheat code.

The stats were nice—ten more points in his Peter Carter form meant sharper edges, more unlocked potential, another step closer to whatever monstrous ceiling the system was teasing him with. Useful. Expected.

But Slithering Tongue?

That was the real sin.

[Slithering Tongue: In negotiations between allies, enemies, or rivals, your words carry a compelling voice that makes your negotiation +25% more effective to listeners.]

Twenty-five percent.

Not charisma. Not luck.

Effectiveness.

Meaning his words didn’t just persuade—they stuck. Sank in deeper. Lodged behind the eyes. Crawled around in people’s heads afterward, whispering maybe he’s right long after the conversation ended.

[Note: The more rivals and enemies you turn into allies, the more the Slithering Tongue ability will grow!]

Eros devoured it twice. Thrice. Then loomed there, a colossus in the dim corridor, the holographic azure screen flickering like a fresh kill’s dying light, searing the gift into his retinas while his mind feasted.

This was the abyss handing him its keys. A god-tier hack for mortals too stupid to pray right.

The stats? Ten points pumped into Peter Carter’s shell—edging him toward apotheosis, honing claws sharper. Pleasant. Predictable. A bone tossed to the pack.

But Slithering Tongue? That was the abyss staring back, winking.

The more enemies he flipped, the stronger it got. Like some devilish MLM scheme where betrayal was the currency and loyalty compounded interest. Turn hatred into cooperation, and the system rewarded him by making the next conversion even easier.

Imagine that at fifty percent.

Seventy-five.

One hundred.

Imagine walking into a room with someone who wanted you dead—someone who’d built their entire identity around opposing you—and walking out with them convinced that backing you was their idea. Their choice. Their destiny.

That wasn’t persuasion.

That was empire-building on easy mode.

That was turning the world into a buffet of people who thought serving him was salvation.

CEOs. Politicians. Crime lords. Regulators. Rivals. Anyone who ever said no could become someone who said yes and then thanked him for the opportunity.

Jesus Christ.

Eros resumed walking toward the elevator, stride steady now, mind already racing ahead—scenarios branching, alliances forming, entire power structures quietly re-labeling themselves future assets. Helena’s scent still clung faintly to him, pheromones fading, body cooling, satisfaction humming.

She was just the first.

"System?" His brow furrowed. "Dmitri’s dead. Executed in prison by the drone I sent. Bastard’s probably explaining himself to King Yama or whatever hell handles international criminals. So why am I not getting a completion notice?"

[Master.]

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