Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2237

Chapter 2237: Escape.

Silence.

Absolute silence.

That was the first thing Vexarion Aurendor noticed after he got... far enough.

It was... strange.

Yes, the silence itself was strange. It was different from the silence inside an empty room; it was... the silence of a place that... never learned to speak.

There were no familiar currents in the air. No old ’echoes’ left behind by ancient cultivators. No distant pulses from high-level worlds. No faint traces of other Eternals moving somewhere far away.

There was just... space.

Vast, dark space... and worlds that felt young.

And that thought alone made his chest tighten.

A place like this should not exist.

Vexarion Aurendor was an Eternal. A being who had been in this Universe for more than a million years, a being who had alliances, enemies, and debts scattered across every corner of creation.

There were very few regions he hadn’t visited himself—at the very least, he had heard of them.

But this?

This was unfamiliar in a way that felt... wrong.

Still, his mind refused to accept the worst conclusion.

It didn’t even allow it.

Because the worst conclusion required a thought his mind could not comprehend.

Another Universe?

No.

That was nonsense.

That was... madness.

So he forced his thoughts into something he could hold.

The Universe expands constantly, without stopping.

It was the oldest truth of existence.

Worlds are born. Planes are formed. Stars gather. Order takes shape. Empty regions... fill up.

And sometimes—sometimes—new parts of the Universe appeared so recently that the living hadn’t mapped them yet.

Yes, exactly.

This must be a part of the Universe that was formed recently, a part that hadn’t been explored yet.

That explanation was... imperfect.

But it was still... an explanation.

And right now, Vexarion needed one.

Because if this was still the Universe he belonged to...

Then it meant there was still a way out.

He could return.

He would return.

With determination in his eyes, he stared ahead, his black wings spread wide, golden veins glowing under his obsidian skin, and he flapped his wings, increasing his speed even further.

After all, slowing down wasn’t an option. Not even when his ribs ached from pushing speed beyond what was comfortable, nor when his entire body screamed to rest.

Because the moment he slowed down—

He remembered.

That grey sky.

That empty land.

That laugh that... did not stop.

That grin that widened even when his body was torn apart.

And...

And that pain.

Pain that had no end.

Pain that did not kill him to release him, but killed him just to bring him back again and again and... again.

Vexarion remembered everything: the sound of his halo cracking, his heart being crushed, the moment his mind simply shut off because... it just couldn’t hold out anymore.

"!!!"

His entire body flinched when he recalled that time.

"No."

He whispered in a hoarse, unfamiliar voice. His own voice felt foreign to him, as if he hadn’t spoken for decades.

And even now, his mind was somewhat confused; he didn’t know who he was speaking to.

Maybe it was... himself.

Or the Universe.

Or maybe it was the empty darkness around him.

He did not know, but he continued.

"No. Not again."

He spoke, and with his intent now clearer when he said it out loud, he continued flying.

He flew until the strange region swallowed the memory of that grey land, until his breath became steady again, until the fear... stopped choking him.

And then—

He began to hope.

At first, hope came easily.

It came like an old habit.

He was an Eternal of Light’s faction. He had survived wars that had turned galaxies into ash. He had been trapped, cornered, and challenged before.

But...

He had never stayed trapped.

He had never stayed... helpless.

And now he had something he did not have in that nightmare.

Distance.

Space.

And...

Time.

He could now think.

He could now plan.

He could now... move.

Without waiting, he looked through his personal dimension and took out all the call artifacts. Some of these were made for emergencies. Some for secrecy. Some were made for direct links to specific allies.

He activated the first, hoping for it to work now that he was away, but...

Nothing.

There was no pulse, no flicker, and no... reply.

But he did not give up.

He activated the second.

But again, nothing happened.

But even the stars here were strange. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

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