Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2193

Chapter 2193: You broke it.

"I am not doing this because I want to bring him back."

"W-What...?"

Vexarion’s expression changed, and Sharnoth’s crimson eyes shined even more intensely—almost horrifyingly intensely.

"I am doing this because it’s fun~"

She spoke as her grin widened even further.

And Vexarion...

He... he couldn’t say anything.

For a long moment, there was silence.

The words hung in the air like poison.

Vexarion stared at her—no, at it—and finally understood what stood before him.

This wasn’t madness.

No, no, no, no—

It was something far, far worse.

Something beyond... reason.

The woman—or whoever it was in front of him—wasn’t angry.

She wasn’t grieving.

She was simply... amused.

Her smile never faltered, her crimson eyes never blinked.

She looked at him the way a child might look at a toy that refused to break.

And in that instant, Vexarion realized something terrifying—there was nothing he could say that would change anything.

He could threaten, plead, curse, or reason—it didn’t matter.

Because she wasn’t listening.

She didn’t even live in the same kind of mind as he did.

Her logic was chaos.

Her emotions were twisted.

And her pleasure?

That came from his pain.

She couldn’t be negotiated with.

She couldn’t be fooled.

She couldn’t even be... understood.

And that truth... broke him more than her attacks ever did.

His chest heaved as he stared at her beautiful and, at the same time, monstrous face.

"W-What are you?"

He whispered, his voice trembling in terror.

"What am I?"

She repeated softly.

Then, her grin distorted her face.

"I’m Chaos."

Her voice was calm now—soft, almost delicate.

"Chaos that is going to rip you apart, piece by piece, slowly, agonizingly... endlessly, and once you break, unable to take it all—

I will join you back together nice and tidy and repeat it all over again."

He flinched at her tone because now, he could see it.

This wasn’t a threat.

It was worse—it was truth.

She... she actually planned on doing that.

"Y-You’re insane..."

He breathed.

"Maybe."

She took a slow step toward him, her bare feet echoing softly on the endless grey.

"Or maybe I’m the only one who remembers how to enjoy... eternity."

Vexarion felt his heart squeezing at those words. For the first time in his long existence, he felt... small.

He felt like... a mortal.

Fragile.

Helpless.

Disposable.

He wanted to scream, but no sound came.

He wanted to fight, but his limbs wouldn’t move.

He wanted to understand, but his mind refused.

How do you reason with a storm?

How do you plead with fire?

How do you beg... Chaos to stop being Chaos?

You don’t.

You can’t.

And he couldn’t.

His white eyes dimmed as the realization sank in.

He had spent eons believing in his Might, a firm belief that no matter what he did, he could not fall simply because he never did.

He had the Supreme World of Light behind him—he was... untouchable.

Even if he made a mistake, Light could fix anything.

But this... this thing before him wasn’t something that could be purified.

She was beyond salvation.

She was beyond... comprehension.

And when Sharnoth saw that look in his eyes, a pure, joyous, melodious laugh escaped her lips.

"You finally get it, don’t you?"

She asked, her gentle voice echoing with delight.

"That’s good. I was starting to get bored with all the pleading and begging~"

The woman clapped.

And Vexarion...

"Please..."

He pleaded.

His mind had already given in. The once prideful Progenitor had fallen; his pride, his achievements, even his life—none of it mattered. He just wanted... this to end.

"I can’t... I can’t anymore..."

Hearing those words, Sharnoth moved her face towards him, only stopping a few inches away from his. Her crimson eyes glowed brightly as she stared at him. Then, her grin softened, almost as if she was... pitying him.

"Trust me, you can."

She whispered softly, brushing his cheek with her fingertip.

"And you will."

Then she stood straight, stretching her arms to the sides.

The air around her trembled.

Purple-black ripples spread from her body, twisting the space around her again.

"No... please..."

Vexarion whispered again, his hands trembling. Mind you, his body was completely fine; if he wanted, he could very well move and prepare to dodge, but his mind was in no condition to follow through.

It had collapsed to a state that even though he had a perfectly able body, he... he couldn’t move.

He could only beg.

But Sharnoth—

She wasn’t listening.

She was already picturing what she was going to do next, and once the picture in her mind was complete, her smile widened in satisfaction.

FWOOOM

CRACK

"To burn."

FWWOOOSSH

And Sharnoth—she exhaled slowly, almost peacefully. Her performance was complete.

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