Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594: Aftermath

Kaiden drifted.

There was no ground beneath him, no sky above, just a vast, muted expanse that felt neither warm nor cold. Not darkness, exactly. More like the absence of urgency. The absence of pain.

He became aware of his body slowly.

Breath came first. Shallow. Then deeper, steadier. His chest rose and fell without resistance, without fire. Limbs followed, heavy but intact, nerves no longer screaming. When sensation finally settled in full, it brought with it a dull, bone-deep exhaustion that had nothing to do with injury.

He opened his eyes.

The space around him resolved into something like a shore of pale light, hazy and indistinct, stretching endlessly in all directions.

Kaiden pushed himself upright with a groan, sitting there for a long moment with his elbows braced on his knees, head hanging forward. His body was healed, perfectly so, but it felt like he’d been hollowed out and left to dry.

The anger was still there.

Not raging. Not screaming.

Just... present. A hot, coiled thing buried deep in his chest, no longer tearing him apart, but far from gone.

He exhaled slowly through his nose.

"...I’m beyond exhausted," he muttered.

As if answering the thought, something slid back into place within him, no longer muted or distant.

[The Demonic Pornstar System greets the Successor.]

Kaiden didn’t react beyond a faint tightening of his jaw.

[Congratulations are in order. The Successor has earned recognition from a foundational entity.]

Silence followed.

Kaiden remained seated, staring at the indistinct glow in front of him. His hands rested limply between his knees, fingers slack, as though even clenching them would take too much effort.

"I don’t feel like celebrating," he said after a while.

[That is understandable.]

He huffed softly, almost a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "That thing went way too far with the final trial."

[The experience was intentionally extreme.]

"That’s one way to put it," Kaiden replied flatly. He leaned back, letting himself lie down on the light-formed ground, arms spread, eyes fixed on nothing. "I feel... so damn overwhelmed."

[Such a response is natural. The Successor was subjected to prolonged psychological agitation, compounded by repeated, visceral deaths, emotional provocation, and forced moral confrontation.]

"That I was..."

For a time, neither of them spoke. The quiet stretched for what felt like long minutes.

Finally, Kaiden spoke again, voice lower.

"That thing... The Original Sin. Seven Deadly Sins Originator... Cosmic Fucker. Whatever it really is... it used my girls."

[Yes.]

His fingers twitched.

But slowly, understanding dawned on him. With a reluctant breath, he sighed, "It wasn’t random. It wasn’t just being cruel for the sake of it."

[Correct.]

[The system theorizes that the Trial of Wrath was shaped in response to the Successor’s prior solution.]

Kaiden closed his eyes. They were on the same wavelength.

[During the Trial of Pride, the Successor rejected domination for its own sake. He anchored his resolve to protection, to those he values. That choice stabilized his power and earned acknowledgment, letting him pass the trial.]

[However, the Original Sin-]

"Can you call him Cosmic Fucker?"

[That is improper. It is a fundamental force of the universe, deserving of nothing but respect and reverence.]

"Please? I would feel so much better..."

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