Chapter 51 — Merge Me, Daddy
I’d fought divine Sentinels. Claimed five MILFs. Crashed a system.
But nothing... nothing could prepare me for this.
My status screen was a nightmare.
The system was still sparking.
No, literally—my interface kept flickering like it was choking on a wedding cake made of glitch-flavored memory threads.
Lines of trait data scrolled past faster than I could blink. Every screen swipe opened three more. Skills. Titles. Passive layers. Traits. Bond flags. Divine sync errors. Half of them sounded made up. The other half probably were.
[Passive Gained: Eternal Bridegasm Memory]
...what the hell is this.
I held still, trying not to break anything just by breathing.
The Throne room was quiet now. My five wives circled loosely behind me—recovering, stretching, gently glowing with afterglow and absurd system power. Seraphine was humming. Talraine was checking her aura collar like it was a fashion statement. Celestia had conjured a mirror from nowhere and was brushing her hair. The Matron just watched.
MILF V’s presence coiled around the throne. Silent. Warm. Expectant.