Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

The suffocating tension inside the luxury penthouse lounge grew so dense that the surrounding glass panes began to hum with micro-fractures. Min-jae sat stiffly on the matte-black leather sofa, his ears burning a fierce crimson as the collective, blazing focus of his court locked straight onto his collar.

"If she gets a ring to lift a sector penalty, then the rules have to bend for the front line too!"

Yoo Ji-a declared fiercely, her long midnight-black ponytail whipping through the air as she took an aggressive step forward. Her violet eyes were wide, flushed with an unhinged, protective jealousy. "If you marry her for the forge lines, Min-jae, then you must marry me right now to anchor the spear parameters!"

"Ji-a is entirely right," Han Seo-yoon countered immediately, her loose silver silk lounging gown practically spilling over her voluptuous hourglass frame as she stepped right up to the sofa edge. Her sapphire-blue eyes were pooled with stubborn, tearful resentment. "If the ledger accepts a wedding clause, then you must marry me too, Savior! My family’s legacy cannot stand behind a demon lineage!"

"Then you must marry me too, Monarch," the stunning Ice Goddess, Gu Bylai, voiced softly, her white and pale ice-blue traditional dress rustling gracefully as she stepped into the circle. Her alluring icy-blue eyes locked onto his face with absolute, breathless submission. "My winter starlight requires a formal hearth contract."

"And me," Major General Shin Ye-rin added smoothly, her short black bob shifting as she walked away from her command console, her gray eyes dead serious. "Tactical synchronization requires equal administrative bonds. You must marry me too."

"Me too!" Han Chae-won barked happily, hopping on her toes with high-energy financial greed. "

One after another, the voices echoed through the room like an inescapable chain reaction. Lady Crimson, the Vance sisters, and the rest of the queens all stepped forward in an flawless, unyielding line, each demanding their own synchronized wedding document until the interface blocks above Min-jae’s head completely short-circuited with overlapping contract prompts.

Min-jae slowly raised his hands, his palms flat as a massive, thoroughly flustered flush covered his entire face. The cold, ruthless mastermind who had just molecularly erased a Level 75 cosmic alliance was completely, helplessly cornered by the raw emotional panic of his harem.

"Hold your fields for a second, girls," Min-jae said slowly, his low baritone dropping into a rare, slightly embarrassed rasp as he tried to stabilize the lounge’s gravity. "Look at the parameters. This isn’t a real emotional bond or marrige. This is just a fake marriage. It’s a pure administrative exploit to cheat the ancient law and unseal the heavy battle-frame factories. There’s zero reason to clutter the registry."

"We don’t care about the logic!" Yoo Ji-a purred loudly, aggressively squeezing her athletic curves straight against his right arm, her face burning a deep pink. "We want a fake marriage too! If it’s just data, fill our slots first!"

"Yes, we want a fake marriage too," Liu Xiao murmured with a beautiful, dangerous smirk, her exceptionally full chest lightly pressing against his left shoulder as she tilted her head. "Our master shouldn’t be stingy with his signature lines."

Min-jae looked around the couch at the adoring, fiercely territorial faces of his ten queens, his fixer brain completely running out of defensive paths. He let out a quiet, defeated sigh, his fingers shifting inside his trouser pockets as his neck burned deep red beneath his shirt.

"I can’t override ten primary marriage sequences simultaneously while the Source Realm tracking arrays are loading," Min-jae said smoothly, his voice dropping into a low, seductive baritone that sent an immediate thrill of anticipation through the room. "I will marry all of you too. But not right now. I will marry you later, after everything is permanently settled and the ultimate architects are cleared from the ledger. That is my promise."

The ironclad guarantee from their unmoving wall finally caused the all girls defensive line to soften. Yoo Ji-a let out a soft huff, her grip on his arm loosening just a fraction, while Liu Xiao and Seo-yoon offered soft, satisfied smiles. They had secured their permanent slots in his future, but the immediate reality of the contract execution still carried a heavy sting.

Voom!.

The spatial phase-drop forcefully initialized, lowering the Void-Emperor Imperial Haven directly out of its cloaked sub-space pocket to hover right above the absolute center of the conquered Demon Capital.

Below the open-air viewing platform, millions of high-ranking demon citizens, elite vanguard soldiers, and the surviving planetary forces stood packed within the grand obsidian plazas, their faces turned upward in breathless, terrified awe. The system’s automated projection arrays flared across the entire starry sky, broadcasting the official union of the new Demon Queen Medusa and her absolute mortal Sovereign straight onto the universal sky-canvas.

Medusa stood gracefully at the apex of the marble gantry beside Min-jae, her radiant light violet and soft lavender silk gown billowing like gentle mist in the high-altitude wind. Her large, exotic piercing icy-blue eyes were wide, completely flushed with a deep, fanatical love as the golden binding bands shimmered on her slender finger. She leaned her voluptuous hourglass silhouette tightly against his side, presenting her ultimate submission in front of her entire kingdom.

Standing directly behind his flank, his nine core queens watched the grand, public display in absolute, breathless silence. Their fingers gripped their True Divine weapons with an intense, burning jealousy, their violet and sapphire eyes narrowing into a sharp field of pure territorial envy as they watched the snake girl enjoy her temporary wife position in front of the entire multi-verse. They were completely agreed to the timeline, but watching another woman camp out against his chest plate made their blood boil with a fierce desire to clear the next sector even faster.

Crack!.

Before the public ceremony could conclude its data transfer, a sudden, sinister vibration rippled through the shadow-ink puddles along the cathedral floorboards.

Taking advantage of the grand domestic distraction, the three remaining Elder Demon Servants (Level 68 Elite Corrupt Units)—who had secretly refused to accept a female matriarch’s rule—stepped out from a hidden spatial fracture directly behind Min-jae’s blind spot. Their faces were contorted into a mask of pure, bureaucratic malice as they raised three poisoned dark-iron daggers, executing a synchronized, high-frequency stealth assassination plot to delete his life bar while his armor loops were supposedly down.

"Die, lower-plane heretic!" the lead elder hissed venomously.

The three blades plunged straight toward the center of Min-jae’s unprotected black cotton shirt.

Min-jae didn’t even bother to pull the massive sss-rank greatsword from his shoulder. He stood completely still, his hands remaining casually inside his trouser pockets, a cold, dark, and highly calculated grin touching his handsome face as his underlying passive matrix instantly detected the incoming kinetic friction.

Crash.!

The three poisoned daggers slammed squarely into his skin, but they didn’t leave a single scratch. The moment the lethal strikes made physical contact, his un-blockable Vajra Retribution loop detonated with a planet-shattering, white-hot roar of primordial solar fire.

[Warning! Received 3,500,000 points of Ambush and Poison Damage from Corrupt Elders.]

[SSS-Rank Talent Active: ’The Ancient Vajra World-Breaker Core’ triggered! Total Damage Negated.]

[Sub-Divine Passive Active: ’Vajra Retribution’ triggers 250% True Damage solar amplification!]

[Reflecting 8,750,000 points of True Damage permanently imbued with ’Solar Fracture’!]

A catastrophic, blinding solar explosion violently erupted from Min-jae’s skin, traveling instantly in reverse along their arm lines. The 8.75 million points of True Damage treated their elite armor plates and high level resistances like thin air. In less than a fraction of a millisecond, the three elder servants didn’t even have time to utter a single gasp before their nine-foot frames were completely, molecularly deleted from the universal ledger, turning into a clean cloud of white experience particles and a giant pile of system gold right before his boots.

Min-jae casually kicked a gold coin away from his tread, his deadpan golden eyes locking back toward the unsealed cosmic star-maps flashing on Ye-rin’s console glass. The fake marriage was finalized, and the factories were operating at 100% capacity.

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