Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2184

Chapter 2184: L-Lady Seraphielle! Something happened!

"So you were watching,"

Seraphielle said softly as her golden eyes locked onto Farah’s. Farah stared back into her eyes, and he could tell that there was no aggression, no effort, or no particular emotion in them.

There was just... a silent inevitability.

A firm, natural belief that what she was doing was correct.

Farah could also tell that right now, the woman wasn’t talking to him—she was trying to converse with... him.

But...

No answers came.

He wasn’t answering.

But that didn’t affect her. Her expression did not change. If anything, her stillness itself became heavier—grace distilled into silence.

Until finally—

After giving him enough time to respond—

"Still silent?"

She called.

There was no anger, no irritation, or no vanity in her voice. There was just... a calm authority. A strange charm that seemed to truly believe that the very Universe was supposed to change its way if she wanted it to.

It was... quite amusing to watch.

Her voice was melodic, kind, almost teasing—but no mortal could mistake it for mockery. It was the kind of tone only a being beyond judgment could possess.

"Can you only watch through him?"

She continued.

"Can you not speak through him?

Or perhaps... you do not wish to face me right now?"

She tilted her head slightly, strands of luminous white hair spilling like molten light across her shoulders, enhancing her beauty even further.

And it wasn’t just this action in particular—her every action, her every movement, her every word... it all seemed to somehow make her even more divine than she already was.

It was...

A sight to watch indeed.

"Are you... scared?"

Her next words were quiet—but somehow, they made even the Light Borns’ halos flicker.

A strange, silent tremor passed through the battlefield. None of the Light Borns dared to lift their heads. They remained kneeling, their halos remained dim, yet their eyes—those brave enough to peek—held confusion, awe, and... a hint of unease.

They didn’t understand who she was speaking to.

She definitely wasn’t talking to Farah, since she wouldn’t be calling him when he was already right in front of her, but...

If not Farah, then...

Who was she talking to...?

There was no one else here.

The worst part?

Because the Light Borns held absolute faith in her, they believed that someone was here around them—someone they could not even sense—and it only made them even more uneasy.

As for Seraphielle, she did not care.

She just waited.

Seconds passed.

Then a minute.

Still, there was no response.

At last, Seraphielle’s golden lashes lowered faintly. A single crease appeared between her brows.

It wasn’t quite a frown—merely a shadow of one, enough to make the entire sky dim in sympathy.

She could feel the others around her. The Light Borns, the Thal’rens, even the resurrected progenitors—they were all watching her in quiet confusion.

They hid it well, as they should, but nothing was truly hidden from her.

She could see the faint flickers of doubt behind their reverent gazes, the... whispers of uncertainty.

Finally, she sighed softly—

"Since you do not wish to answer,"

She said, her tone still calm,

"I will take the matter into my own hands. I will find what I want to know... on my own."

She extended her hand, Light gathered instantly, and—

Farah’s body trembled as his form was wrapped in threads of gold.

He tried to move, to resist and escape, but failed.

Seraphielle’s eyes glowed brighter as she looked through him, reading his memories like a book that was hers to open and explore.

Moments later, a slight frown appeared on her face.

"...False,"

She whispered softly.

Every image she saw in his mind—his life, his purpose, even his devotion—it was all fabricated.

Carefully rewritten, painted over by an unseen hand.

Seraphielle Light was the Progenitor of the Supreme World of Light. Farah was... her child. She had watched him grow from a newborn of Light to one of her devoted warriors to what he had become now.

She knew his history; she even knew the number of times his mind had been altered by her creation. She basically knew everything about him.

But...

But what she saw now was... different.

Farah... his past was twisted. Someone had implanted false memories in his head and made him believe they were his.

His current mind was... nothing but a chain.

He lived only for one command.

Follow his orders.

Every thought, every instinct, every piece of his will revolved around him.

The same golden light enveloped the being, and again she saw the same pattern—the same strings of obedience, all tied to him.

She spoke as she took a slow step forward and looked into Farah’s eyes again, talking directly to him.

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