Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2192

Chapter 2192: Bring back father...?

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The shadows gathered again, moving like thick smoke, crawling and twisting over the cold, lifeless ground until they reached a single point and began to swirl faster.

Slowly, a shape started to form—bones, muscles, flesh, armor—all rebuilding, all restoring what had just been broken.

And then—

"HaaaahhhhhhhhHH!!"

Vexarion Aurendor gasped, his lungs pulling in the dead air once more.

At first, he didn’t move, his eyes remained wide open, staring blankly at the dull, grey, deathly sky with his chest moving up and down, gasping for air.

Then, after a moment, he lifted his trembling hand and looked down.

The arm... the same arm that had been torn off just a few minutes ago was back again. The ribs that were crushed were whole again. The skin that had burned away was smooth once more.

He was... whole.

"Ah... no..."

His whisper came out cracked.

He raised both hands and touched his face, his chest, his throat—each part healed, perfect, and unscarred.

It should have been a relief, and for the first few times, it actually was.

When this strange cycle first began, he had seen it as a blessing.

He remembered it clearly—reviving with all his power, unbroken, unharmed and... complete.

He thought it was mercy.

He thought it was hope.

A... second chance.

A chance to win and put an end to this.

He had even smiled—grinned when it happened.

He had stood tall and faced Sharnoth again, telling himself this time—this time—he would win.

He was an Eternal who ruled a High-Level World.

A being who had lived through countless wars.

He had slain other Eternals, destroyed numerous worlds, and silenced armies with his mere presence alone. He was not someone who could be outmatched by a single being—especially not a hundred-thousand-year-old child.

But...

He was wrong.

So, so wrong.

After his first defeat where he was ’taken by surprise,’ the second battle—the one he thought was final—lasted hours.

He fought until the air burned and the ground beneath him was gone, replaced by molten dust and collapsing skies. His golden light filled that dark world like a newborn sun—exploding with fury, slashing through oceans of Chaos.

For a while, he believed he was winning. He thought that he had finally understood the ’pattern.’

All his strikes hit her just like he intended; the unpredictable Chaos was becoming... predictable.

But Sharnoth... she laughed.

Even as she walked through the sea of golden light—she laughed.

And the longer the battle went on, the dimmer his light grew. His arms trembled under the weight of her power. His blade felt dulled, and she... she kept coming.

Every tendril of Chaos moved without purpose, in an unpredictable manner, dancing between his attacks, slipping through his defenses.

There was no rhythm.

No pattern.

Nothing he could rely on.

"COME ON~

HAHAHAHAHA!!"

She screamed between laughter, her voice cracking with manic joy.

"Don’t tell me that’s all the light you have!"

Her hand rose, and—

BOOOOOOM

The space around her exploded.

A storm of purple-black fire crashed down upon him. It wasn’t just destruction—it was... corruption.

His light screamed against it, trying to burn it away, but every time his light cleansed a part of it, more came crawling back.

It was... endless.

"AGHHHHHHH!!"

He screamed, golden blood spilling from his mouth as he slashed through the storm. His aura blazed brighter—like divine energy tearing apart the darkness.

But every time he moved, it burned. Every time he breathed, it hurt. His body was... decaying, the Chaos was messing with his body.

Just like it had done before his revival.

But...

He refused to stop.

He couldn’t stop.

Because he was Vexarion Aurendor, the Herald of Justice! He was one of the strongest Eternals in the Universe!

He couldn’t possibly lose!

He refused to lose!

He shouted those words like a mantra, over and over again.

And every time he did... she broke him faster.

Every technique he used—failed.

Every relic he summoned—shattered.

Even his domain... his Absolute Domain... collapsed when she used her own.

The worst part?

Even when her domain overpowered his, she didn’t use it to defeat him. What she could do with just a mere thought, she refused to.

She... she simply undid her domain and continued to fight normally, forcing him to do the same.

And that was when Vexarion realized it...

This battle...

He could never win.

He had already unleashed everything—

His domain, his relics, his techniques, his skills—

None of it worked.

Every time he felt his attack strike, he heard a maniacal laugh.

Every time she ’bled,’ she grinned even more widely and... clapped for him.

She... she wasn’t fighting—or at the very least, she wasn’t fighting to kill him.

She was fighting to hurt him.

Her Chaos tendrils didn’t strike his heart, they slid across his skin like burning knives. Her claws didn’t pierce him—they twisted inside him, pulling light out thread by thread.

Her energy seeped into his body, crawling under his veins, coiling around his nerves, and corrupting everything it touched.

Each time she struck, slow, agonizing pain followed.

It was suffocating.

It was... unending.

"AGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

His screams echoed through the void-like world.

And Sharnoth... danced to them—spinning, laughing, her grey hair turning darker, her crimson eyes brighter.

The Chaos wrapped around her like wings, and she enjoyed it.

Every cry he made was music to her. Every desperate light that flared from him was another spark she’d crush just to watch it die.

And when his body couldn’t bear it anymore—when his flesh cracked and burned—he didn’t die because his heart stopped.

He died because his mind broke.

His consciousness simply collapsed, shutting itself off from the unreasonable pain he felt.

And then...

Then...

He’d wake up again.

Unbroken.

Unharmed.

Complete.

And it would start all over again.

This was not a blessing.

He was not lucky.

This was not a chance to push himself every time he revived.

This was not the chance to learn, adapt, grow, or to find a way to defeat her.

This was not a chance to test new techniques, mix his skills, or experiment with his energy flow.

This was... a curse.

Step Step Step

Vexarion turned, and his eyes fell on her.

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