Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 785

Chapter 785: Creation Mode

Kaiden let the interface settle across the dais and looked up at the sound of footsteps returning through the main archway of his home.

[Available DMP: 1,100]

The roster hung clean beneath the balance, the monster composition he and his girls had argued into being over the last hour of brutal math. Every Maulfiend evolved. Every Nightclaw branched. Every Salamawyrm redirected. The ratios were sitting exactly where they belonged.

Nyx came through the archway with Scarlet on her heels, pink hair bobbing, hands gesturing big. The tour was apparently concluded. She was still talking a mile a minute about something Melty had done, and Scarlet was letting her, a soft amused smirk pulling at one corner of the Flame Monarch’s mouth. Whatever the salamawyrm had done to Nyx’s idol, Nyx had already processed it into the most important news of the year.

From the cathedral’s upper space, Calypso’s voice drifted down.

"...and these cascades... Aren’t they amazing? Watch how the flow feeds the heat-sink rune at the base rather than pooling against the column..."

Kaiden tilted his head back. On one of the upper balconies that overlooked the cathedral floor, Calypso was leaning over the railing and gesturing broadly at a lava cascade on the opposite wall for Vespera’s quiet attention. Bastet stood half a step behind them, ears angled in polite interest as the Infernal Matriarch’s tour continued. His mother’s red gaze was on the architecture, composed and assessing, politely humoring her son’s red-skinned demoness because the pride of craft deserved its audience.

The distant clatter of pots came from the side wing where Alexandra had already claimed her pantry for the siege.

The domestic geography of his women, assembled.

Alice was helping Alexandra set up shop in the side wing. Aria stood near him at the dais.

Kaiden pulled the Creation Mode icon out of the peripheral overlay and held his will over it.

Luna caught the motion first. Her chin came up off the knee she’d been resting it on, the gremlin returning in a rush.

"Ohhh. You’re doing the thing."

"I’m doing the thing."

Aria’s silver eyes had tracked the icon the moment Luna spoke. Her small, soft smile curved warm against his shoulder, and her fingers pressed a brief squeeze against the back of his hand.

"Good luck, Kai."

From the balcony above, Calypso’s architectural lecture cut off mid-sentence, her tail giving a slow, knowing sweep against the railing stone. She had clocked the interface. Her grin split wide and entirely unrepentant.

"Don’t peek up our skirts while you’re up there, Darling," said the demoness who wore no skirts. Of course, neither did Vespera.

"I’ll try my best..."

Kaiden tapped the icon.

...

The world stopped.

Kaiden exhaled his own and began.

The air carried him where he willed it, not an ounce of effort asked. Master immunity. Creation authority. This had always been one of the best parts of being a Dungeon Master, the part where stone folded for his attention and the walls moved when he thought. Sadly, he could only enter this when a new tier was reached, which meant that unless there were special circumstances he wasn’t aware of, the next opportunity would come after he got to High-Tier.

He drifted above the dais and pulled the interface wide, the 3D map expanding around him in fast rotation, five square kilometers of dungeon suspended in the cathedral’s frozen air.

’Traps first.’

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify