Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 885

Chapter 885: Challenged Egos

’From a listless boy watching tons of porn and being depressed in economics classes to this...’

He shook his head.

’Thank you, Demonic Pornstar System.’

The response came immediately.

[Gratitude is unnecessary.]

Kaiden knew that. The system hadn’t chosen him out of some grand cosmic design. It landed on him the way a raindrop lands on a particular blade of grass, and it stayed because that’s what it was built to do.

There was no affection in the arrangement, no hidden mentor watching over him from behind the status windows. Just magic, mechanics, and a set of instructions older than he’d probably ever understand.

’But I’m grateful nonetheless.’

The system was quiet for a long moment.

[Gratitude accepted.]

...

The sun had been gone for two hours by the time Kaiden called it.

His girls were scattered across the construction site in various states of collapse, covered in concrete dust and sweat and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that no amount of awakened stamina could fully override.

They’d pushed past tired, past sore, past the point where any reasonable person would have stopped, and kept going because that was how this group operated.

Even with the Ironveil Collective compressing terrain and curing materials in seconds, even with Talia’s Runewoven laying wards and inscriptions at a pace that made the professional contractors stop and stare, even with Eclipse’s own fighters filling every gap they could find, the compound wasn’t going to be built in a single afternoon.

The skeleton was up. The bones were solid. But everything between the bones was still open air and ambition.

"Let’s call it for the day," Kaiden said, loud enough to carry across the nearest work stations. "The pros need some rest as well."

The relief that swept through the construction crews was immediate and universal.

Most of these workers should have clocked out hours ago.

They had schedules, overtime policies, and union reps who would have strong words about the hours they’d just pulled.

But almost none of them had stopped, partly out of professional pride because no self-respecting tradesman was going to let a group of girls who looked like they belonged on magazine covers outlift, outhaul, and outpace them at their own jobs, partly because the woman standing at the edge of the site was Vespera Ashborn and nobody was going to be the first person to quit in her line of sight, and partly because the young man who’d just told the whole world he’d stand between them and the apocalypse was right here pouring foundations with his bare hands alongside them.

A foreman near the eastern quadrant pulled his hard hat off and pressed it against his chest, and the look he gave Kaiden was pure, unfiltered gratitude for finally giving them permission to stop.

Luna sat on a stack of rebar with her legs dangling over the edge, chest rising and falling in quick shallow breaths, purple hair plastered to her forehead and neck in wet strands. She looked like someone had dunked her in a river and then made her sprint a marathon.

She also looked extremely pleased with herself.

"I won," she announced to no one in particular.

Nyx was floating three meters off the ground on a spatial platform she’d shaped into something resembling a lounge chair, one leg crossed over the other, a water canteen resting on her stomach, looking like she’d spent the afternoon at a resort rather than moving multi-ton girders with her mind.

"You absolutely did not."

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