Supreme Harem God System novel Chapter 2277

Chapter 2277: The situation is... worse.

The world leaders felt it the hardest.

These were the beings who once stood at the pinnacle, beings who ruled an entire world, beings who held so much strength that they could decide another’s fate with a wave of their hand, beings who were... feared, respected, and loved by millions.

And now?

Now they smiled while strangers read their memories every month.

They bowed while Light officers judged their thoughts.

Sure, even before, they bowed to beings of Light every time they appeared. They even kowtowed out of respect and fear.

But Light never visited them often; it was a... once-in-a-decade experience... something the leaders could easily swallow.

But now?

They came every single month, and the world leaders... they begged for their approval like servants begging a master for scraps.

And in return for suffering through all this humiliation, of constantly burying their pride, of constantly kowtowing and bootlicking the entities of Light, they got...

Nothing.

No shield that stopped devouring, no reinforcement fleet that arrived in time, no miracle, no protection.

Only rules.

Only pressure.

Only the constant, cliché, and useless reminder that ’Faith was protection.’

Protection?

Protection from what?

The worlds were still dying—worlds that had been faithful, just like them. The people, especially the world leaders, knew that well.

That the worlds that were devoured had done everything, the constant memory checks, suppression, and humiliation every single month before being devoured.

And with that, uncertainty began.

Then, in their desperation, in their... rebellious thoughts, people began noticing something else.

The worlds that were... not in the Light faction were fine.

They argued, yes.

They fought, yes.

They panicked at rumors, yes.

But they were not being devoured, at all.

And neither were they being hunted for thoughts, or erasing their minds to survive monthly scans.

They lived... freely.

They lived with freedom while Light worlds lived with "holy order" and suffered at the same time.

And the more Light worlds suffered, the uglier that comparison became.

It created a new kind of anger.

It wasn’t intense enough to push for a rebellion—not yet—it was... a quiet anger that sat behind people’s eyes.

An anger that... made people smile less.

An anger that made world leaders stare longer at the sky when they were alone.

An anger that whispered—

We are being punished for loyalty.

And at the center of all this pressure, like a hand slowly tightening around a throat—

Was one constant thing:

The Anomaly’s smile.

Every time he appeared in a confession clip, he smiled.

Every time he spoke, he smiled.

Even when his words didn’t reach Light territory, he smiled like he had won anyway.

The Light-borns told themselves not to react.

They told themselves it meant nothing.

They told themselves he was bluffing.

They told themselves he had no control.

But time kept passing.

Worlds kept falling.

Minds kept breaking.

And cracks kept widening.

And somewhere, deep inside Light territory, the question stopped being whispered and started becoming something worse.

Not a question.

A thought.

A dangerous thought.

A thought that was constantly being erased from memories but continued to return every single time.

If Light cannot protect us... then what are we obeying them for?

And the thought only became stronger, even after many were erased for thinking it and not wiping it away.

And how could it not?

After all, people could erase memories, they could erase rumors, they could erase names, but they couldn’t erase the reality of the empty spaces in the void where worlds used to be.

They couldn’t erase the way trade routes were disappearing.

They couldn’t erase the growing list of missing allies.

They couldn’t erase the fear that one day, the next world devoured would be theirs.

They couldn’t erase the fact that every time the Universe trembled, it meant another one of their allies had disappeared.

And with all that—

They couldn’t erase the feeling that something was building.

Something heavy.

Something... overdue.

Like a storm trapped behind a dam.

Something that was going to burst.

And when it did—

It wouldn’t be a small crack.

It would be...

A collapse.

...

Light sensed it.

Everything that had been happening, the building pressure, the silent storm that was brewing despite them suppressing it with everything they had, and the possible consequences.

They knew it all.

And their reaction...

It wasn’t good.

The Temple of Light was never meant to feel small, but these past few weeks, it felt... different.

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