Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2261

Chapter 2261: Report.

The Temple of Light was never silent.

Even in peace, it carried sound, soft hymns in distant halls, the steady hum of holy formations, the whisper of robes across polished floors.

It was a place built to remind everyone of one message—

Light was eternal.

Light was calm.

Light was... in control.

But today, even the Temple sounded... wrong.

The air felt tight, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

Lord Light walked through the inner corridor with a solemn look. Behind him, a line of Light Borns followed, each holding scrolls, crystals, and other reports, but not one of them spoke, no one dared to.

After all, they could all feel it.

The anger in the Temple.

The anger of... an Infinity.

When the great doors opened, the holy chamber revealed itself.

A vast hall of pale gold and white marble, pillars so tall they vanished into a ceiling made of radiant mist. A sun-like emblem hovered above the center, an enormous halo of Light that rotated slowly, casting warm brilliance across the floor.

And at the far end of this majestic chamber, on a throne made of pure, condensed Light,

Sat Seraphielle.

Her hands were resting on the armrests of her throne, her expression remained calm, unchanged, and her eyes were... half-lidded, like a goddess watching the distant, boring Universe.

From afar, she looked... unperturbed.

Like she did not even know of the absolute chaos that had spread all over the Universe, or even if she knew, it did not bother her—not even a bit.

But the Temple betrayed her mood.

The Temple of Light was connected to Seraphielle’s very essence; it reacted to everything the Light Infinity felt. This was the reason that for billions of years, when Seraphielle was asleep, the Temple stayed... calm, unperturbed by everything that happened.

But today,

The Temple was... cracking.

One after another, small, hairline-sized cracks ran along the pillars before they healed again. The marble floor gave a faint tick sound, like something inside it was trying not to break.

Lord Light noticed it all. He paused for a moment, but then he prepared himself and stepped forward.

"Lady Seraphielle."

He lowered his head.

And Seraphielle—

"Report."

Her voice echoed throughout the chamber.

Lord Light slowly lifted his head, his expression was... heavy. He looked... exhausted. It obviously wasn’t physical exhaustion; his body did not feel exhaustion.

It was... something worse.

"It has been several days,"

He began,

"Since the Anomaly’s recordings began spreading."

The word Anomaly felt like poison in this Temple; its light dimmed for a very small fraction of a second.

Seraphielle’s gaze did not change, but the halo above them rotated a little faster.

Lord Light continued.

"At first, it was mostly the outer regions. Mercenary worlds, Trade Worlds, Free Zones—places where rumors travel faster.

But the situation escalated."

He gestured slightly, and one of the Light Borns stepped forward, placing a crystal on the floor. It projected lines of light into the air—maps, routes, points of ignition.

"Recordings appeared in millions of worlds, all at the same time."

Lord Light spoke as he looked at the projection.

"It was... like a flood. Different scenes, different crimes, different witnesses. In some places, Auren was shown. In others, different Light Borns were shown."

Seraphielle did not react to those words, but the Temple did.

A faint sound echoed through the chamber.

Crk

And the crack on one of the pillars widened before it began healing again.

And not a single person dared to look at that crack; all of them pretended not to hear it. After all, looking would mean witnessing Lady Seraphielle cracking under pressure—and that in itself was... impossible.

Lord Light swallowed and kept going.

"The worlds under our direct control remained... relatively silent."

He paused as if he made a mistake, then corrected himself.

"They remained silent in public."

That was the truth.

In the worlds that belong to the Light Faction, temples held emergency gatherings, priests recited doctrine until their throats tore, courts declared the recordings blasphemy, soldiers patrolled plazas and seized any crystals before crowds formed.

Outwardly, these worlds looked stable—like they had absolute trust in Light.

But...

Just like in the Temple, the cracks were showing here as well.

Inside, people whispered in bedrooms.

Inside, believers stared at their own hands and wondered if they had been fooled.

Yes, these words were not loud; most corrected themselves and forced themselves to strengthen their beliefs, some even punishing themselves for doubting the Light, but...

Whatever it was, however slow and small it was—

It had begun.

Lord Light raised his hand again, and another Light Born placed a stack of sealed reports on the floor. The Temple reacted to the reports and their content appeared in the air.

"Outside our faction,

The recordings became the main topic of the Universe."

Lord Light said those words and hated every bit of it.

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