Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 985

Chapter 985: Becoming

And it was all working for her ultimate plan.

It was like showing people of Earth an alien they all suspected existed, in this case though, it was a god and a few humans had seen him before she made sure everyone else should too.

And then the firsthand accounts started surfacing.

People who’d actually seen Eros before. In person. In Miami. Walking the streets with Amanda and his entourage, turning heads on sidewalks, making traffic slow down not because of congestion but because drivers forgot they were driving.

In restaurants. In hotel lobbies.

Anywhere he’d existed in public, someone had been watching, and now those someones had a reason to speak.

They commented. They posted. They made videos.

The firsthand accounts all shared one detail ARIA hadn’t planted: the physical reaction. Every single person who’d encountered Eros in the flesh described the same thing — a heat in the chest, a feeling of being in a presence of something else, a moment where the air changed.

They used different words for it.

Some called it being in existence of something beyond human, godly charisma. Some called it energy.

One woman in a Miami shop where he’d once bought strawberry milk, her review described it as "walking into a room and forgetting every being I’d ever met."

A hotel concierge in South Beach where Eros had once been with Ava after killing Dmitri, wrote three paragraphs about how he’d held a door open for Eros and spent the rest of his shift unable to concentrate.

These weren’t the ads. These were the witnesses. And their testimony was converting skeptics faster than anything.

One particular video gained traction faster than anything Eros would’ve seeded—and this one was organic.

A someone had recorded it on her phone, shaky and candid, clearly never expecting it to become anything. It showed a supermarket. A woman at the checkout counter, face crumbling as she realized she’d come with less money than she needed.

The line behind her growing. People shifting weight from foot to foot.

A few mutterings. One man—loud, deliberate, the kind of person who mistook cruelty and disrespect for comedy—making a comment about holding up the line.

And then Eros stepped in.

Casual. Unhurried. Like it wasn’t even a decision. He just appeared beside the woman, handed his card to the cashier, and paid. Didn’t make a speech. Didn’t wait for thanks. Didn’t perform it. Just did it and moved on after wishing her a good day.

What the woman didn’t know Peter had been with Linda worse and this had happened to her when she forgot her wallet home and people in the line had really humiliated right when her son was standing next to her.

Seeing her like that had brought back some memories that he’d paused getting his milk and helped her out.

Standing beside him patiently, partially visible at the edge of the frame, was a woman whose face ARIA had blurred into obscurity before the video ever hit the public.

Soo-Jin.

She’d been very clear about it. Crystal clear, in that terrifying, soft-spoken way of hers that somehow carried more weight than shouting.

"That’s how you blow your shadow cover," she’d told ARIA. "I want no exposure. None. Zero. Not a pixel of my face on anyone’s screen."

ARIA had respected it. Not just because Soo-Jin asked. Because Soo-Jin was the kind of woman whose requests weren’t really requests.

More videos resurfaced after that. Other moments. Other encounters. Eros—being kind in ways that had nothing to do with performance and everything to do with the man he’d been before the abilities, before the System, before any of it.

Holding doors.

ARIA boosted every single one.

Because this was the other half of the equation. The face got them in the door. The body held their attention. But the kindness? The humanity? The down-to-earth, mannered, real quality that people couldn’t fake and couldn’t buy?

That was what turned fascination into devotion.

And devotion was what ARIA was building.

And much to Peter’s annoyance—or whatever mild version of annoyance a man living his life could summon—the interview requests started flooding in.

"No."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

Scarcity was the most powerful currency in the attention economy, and ARIA had taught him that, or maybe he’d always known it and she’d simply given him the language.

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