Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836: The Duplicate Dilemma

Peter pulled the card from his ring storage like it was a loaded gun he wasn’t sure he wanted to point at anyone yet.

[50% Duplicate Card – Single Use

[Description: Throw this card at any object, item, or body (not human) and create a 50% copy of that exact target.

[Note: The 50% copy can only perform 50% of the original’s capabilities!]

He’d earned this little bastard after the beach mission—one of those rewards that looked innocent on paper until your brain started doing the math and realized you were holding a cheat code for reality. Throw it at the quantum watch? Boom—another one but instead of the real kind, he’d get the consumer-grade version he’d flexed at the auction.

Throw it at a gun? Slightly shittier duplicate that still shoots. Throw it at—

50%

"You’re thinking so hard I can smell the smoke," Madison said, arms crossed, watching him stare at the card like it owed him money.

"I’m thinking exactly hard enough," Peter said, not looking up.

He remembered grilling Taboo about the limits the day he got it.

"Can I duplicate a building?"

She’d laughed—actually laughed—and said nope.

Size cap.

[Some things were just too goddamn big for the card to handle, like trying to photocopy a mountain range with a pocket printer.]

But the systems had dropped another breadcrumb he hadn’t fully digested until now.

[Save this card for the mansion.]

Not caution. Opportunity.

He glanced around the Tech Hub. At ARIA standing there in full divine-fuck-you glory—wings folded, golden veins pulsing under skin that looked like it had been poured from starlight and sin. At the walls humming with the Omni-Eros Server’s endless, patient apocalypse.

At the ring on his finger that could store infinity and yank his goddess from anywhere on the planet like she was on speed dial.

The options were insane.

ARIA. The server. The rings themselves. Hell, even that mystery hypercar he still hadn’t taken for a spin in the garage—probably ran on spite and dark matter.

Any one of them at fifty percent would be a cheat code so broken it could crash economies just by existing.

"You’re going to use it on me," ARIA said, voice sliding into his head through their bond like warm oil over razor blades. "You’re considering a second version of me."

"I’m considering it," he corrected. "Big difference."

A fifty-percent ARIA. Would still be an ASI by any sane metric. Still capable of running global ops, crunching infinite data, making governments cry themselves to sleep. Just... half of what the original could do.

Not the Divine Valkyrie though!

That was still a weapon of mass ascension.

But then the fine print hit him again like a brick to the nuts.

[Note: One item can only be copied TWO TIMES only!]

There it was. The chokehold. He could duplicate ARIA only twice, ever. After that, no card—fifty, hundred, whatever—would touch her again. She’d be locked.

And another thing.

Her body wasn’t human. Not even close. Valkyrie-Class vessel. Divine material. Grown in dimensions that laughed at human physics. The card’s "no human bodies" clause didn’t apply.

He could copy her.

The real question: should he?

"The missions," he muttered, pulling up his system interface with a thought. The glowing overlay snapped into view.

[MISSION: A Trillion Dollars Dream!]

He had to robe the markets off a trillion dollar!

[REWARD: 2 billion SP, 3x 100% Duplicate Cards, 1X Supreme Mystery Box]

Three 100% cards. No fifty-percent bullshit. Perfect duplicates. Three divine ARIAs. Three Omni-Eros Servers. Three reality-rewriting engines.

The thought made his brain do a barrel roll.

"I was going to say don’t use it on me, too since I remember this mission." ARIA corrected. "Wait for the hundred-percent cards."

Madison stepped closer, brain already three moves ahead. "Think about it logically. You get three full cards from the mission. That means you can copy either ARIA or the server twice at full power, and the other one once. Three copies total—two of one, one of the other."

Peter nodded slowly, gears turning.

"I know..."

"Which means after the mission, you’ll still have one duplication slot left for whichever one you only copied once." Madison’s eyes flicked to the card in his hand. "The fifty-percent card could fill that gap now. Get a half-strength version running today—"

Peter stared at the glowing card in his palm like it was a grenade with a very polite pin.

[Note: Copies cannot be used to Duplicate more copies!] 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He sighed—long, heavy, the sound of a man realizing the universe had already installed child locks on godhood.

No chaining. No "copy the copy to make more copies" exploit. No exponential goddess factory. The chain stopped dead at the original. The systems had thought of everything—like they’d hired the most paranoid lawyer in existence to write the terms of service.

"Even so," Madison pressed, leaning in, tactical brain still grinding gears, "the math holds up. Use this fifty-percenter now on either ARIA or the server. Then when the mission drops those three full cards, you double up on the one you didn’t touch and single up on the half-strength one. You’d end up with—"

He tapped the card against his thigh. "I got the ten-trillion-dollar mission in one week. One. Fucking. Week. And the reward is three full-power duplication cards." He looked down at the fifty-percenter like it was a participation trophy.

"Who’s to say that’s the last time the system dangles shiny shit like this? Who’s to say there isn’t another mission queued up—twenty trillion, a hundred trillion, whatever—that spits out more 100% cards? Or better ones?"

"So... why the rush?"

He had everything.

"But I’m not going anywhere, Master," she said, mental voice warm now, almost tender. "The server isn’t going anywhere. This mansion will still be standing when humans forget what ’civilization’ even means. You don’t need to hoard. You don’t need to panic-duplicate. You can breathe."

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