Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Secret Kingdom

At first, nothing seemed to happen.

But within the next second, the tiles trembled underfoot as the entire bathroom began to descend, smooth and silent, the sound swallowed by an intricate enchantment matrix. This was no crude mechanism; it was an engineered masterpiece designed by a now-dead enchanter because she knew too much.

The descent took a full minute. A long, heavy minute filled with the low vibration of hidden machinery.

When it stopped, the marble walls parted like sliding doors.

A hidden corridor stretched before him, lit by clean white lights and lined with reinforced metal panels. The smell of cold steel and sterilized air replaced the lavender scent of his bathroom.

Maximilian stepped out with the corners of his mouth curling upward.

Let them investigate. Let them send their little agents with their warrants and cameras and empty righteousness.

He wasn’t stupid enough to keep anything important above ground.

"The government dogs can dig all they want. At best, they’ll find a few suspicious documents and some encrypted drives. The rest is just hearsay. The President will make a speech about justice, I’ll ’cooperate fully,’ and then the case will dissolve in a few months."

He smiled, sharp and self-satisfied.

"Maybe I’ll even get a public apology. Wouldn’t that be something? The comeback of the century."

Behind him, the elevator-bathroom sealed itself and rose back to the surface, leaving no trace of its existence.

Maximilian stepped onto a round metal platform. Mana-filled machinery surrounded him, and in the blink of an eye, the world distorted.

When his vision cleared, he stood several kilometers away, inside his real fortress.

A vast underground facility stretched out before him. Metallic catwalks crossed above fields of artificial soil bathed in harsh white light. Rows upon rows of workers, barefoot, ragged, eyes hollow, tended to underground crops. Maximilian needed a self-sustaining underground facility in case he was in deep trouble and had to disappear.

As for the workers? They were imported slaves, taken from the forgotten corners of the world. From slums, warzones, and disaster-stricken countries, where a few dozen missing people barely registered as news.

Even Maximilian wasn’t brave enough to kidnap Americans. He knew better than to draw that kind of heat. The most he did was blackmail them, such as what he had done with Alexandra, using evil contracts.

Around the perimeter, towering iron golems stood. One of the slaves stumbled. The golem beside her turned, gears whirring, and slammed its fist against the ground beside her head in warning. She scrambled back to work, trembling.

Maximilian’s footsteps echoed as he descended a grated walkway. He inhaled deeply and felt immense pride and satisfaction. This was his true kingdom. All his hard work amounted to such a magnificent stronghold in a place not even the best investigators would find.

He moved deeper into the complex, the catwalks giving way to broader corridors.

The hum of generators dimmed as he stepped away from the farms and toward the inner facility. Security doors parted at the swipe of his ring; a bank of cameras tracked his approach and shifted their lenses away on cue. This was the part of the operation he never let anyone but his closest colleagues see.

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