When dawn came, it brought no rest.
Ryon stood again before the sealed gates of the House of Swords, wearing nothing but a tunic, a grim expression, and the pressure of the System beating in his ears.
> Time Remaining: 5 Days, 22 Hours
Active Quests:
• Deepen Bond with Avelyn – 3% → 10% (Required)
• Complete Strategic Duel – 0/1
• Optional Harem Objective: Unlock her suppressed desires
Danger Level: High
Soul Lock: Unshaken
The doors opened without a sound.
Inside, Avelyn stood by a sand-map of the Southern Empire. Dozens of wooden figurines—miniature armies, beasts, and banners—were arranged in perfect symmetry. Her gray eyes didn't lift as he approached.
"You're late."
"I'm early," Ryon replied. "You just woke up before the sun out of spite."
Her lips twitched, almost imperceptibly.
Almost.
The Rules of Engagement
"I've prepared a challenge," Avelyn said. "A war simulation."
Ryon frowned. "A game?"
She raised a hand. "A test."
With a flick of her fingers, the figurines came alive—shifting, moving like soldiers on invisible threads. Magic hummed in the air.
"You and I will take turns commanding opposing forces. Your army: 1,000 rebel souls from the Eastern Fringe. Mine: 800 elite Southern Valkyries. Your goal is to conquer this valley fortress without violating three rules: no soulburn magic, no outside alliances, and no direct deathblows to the Matriarch's shrine."
Ryon glanced at the map. "So… I'm outnumbered, outclassed, and restricted."
Avelyn's gaze sharpened. "Adapt or be crushed."
> System Prompt: High-Intellect Challenge Accepted
Intelligence Check Engaged…
Strategic Mode: Activated
Bonus Reward: +3% Bond Progress on Victory
Ryon cracked his knuckles.
"Let's play."
First Move: The Rebel's Gambit
He examined the terrain. There were cliffs on the west, a frozen river to the east, and a central bridge choked by magical traps.
His rebels weren't trained—but they were desperate. Desperation could be weaponized.
He moved his scouts to fake a frontal assault… while sending smuggled engineers through the underground ice caverns mapped in the southeast.
Avelyn raised an eyebrow.
"Unorthodox," she murmured.
Second Move: Avelyn's Iron Trap
She responded swiftly—deploying shadow-scouts through the forest, reinforcing the central shrine with conjured walls, and casting a long-range detection barrier.
Her precision was terrifying.
By the fifth move, his fake assault was decimated, and the bridge collapsed on his reserve troops.
Ryon grit his teeth. "You play like a goddess."
"I don't play," she replied. "I calculate."
Final Move: Ryon's Reversal
He stepped back. Studied the map.
Then remembered what Seyna told him once:
> "The South always expects honor. If you give them madness, you win."
So he unleashed chaos.
He detonated his own mountain pass to bury half her reserve forces. Used retreating civilians as bait to funnel her elite Valkyries into a circle of false surrender—only to trap them in a collapsing gorge he triggered using overcharged mana stones.
When the dust cleared, Avelyn's shrine was untouched. But her army… was gone.
Silence.
Avelyn stared at the map for a long time.
"…You sacrificed a third of your own troops."
Ryon nodded. "They were willing. Rebels, remember?"
She narrowed her eyes. "That's the difference between us."
"Because I'm reckless?"
"No." She stepped closer. "Because you're free."
> System Update:
[Strategic Duel: Victory – Ryon]
Bond Progress: Avelyn 3% → 12%
Loyalty Unlocked: Level 1
Repressed Emotion Detected: Desire for Defeat
Virgin Soul Barrier Cracked: 8%
Soul Chain Reaction Begun…
Avelyn stared at the map.
"Perhaps logic is not the highest form of mastery."
Ryon leaned in slightly. "What is?"
She looked up.
And for a heartbeat—just one—her expression flickered. Not cold. Not calculating.
But lonely.
"Instinct," she whispered. "And you wield it far too well."
As he turned to leave, the System chimed again.
> Virgin Soul Identified: 2 / 30
Soul Threads: Active – Elenai, Avelyn
Harem Candidates: Seyna (Progressing), Avelyn (Opening)
System Rank: Tier 1 Achieved – New Skill Unlocked: Soul Pulse Vision
Ryon clenched his fists. His enemies were growing more complex… but so was his resolve.
One rebel, one body, one borrowed fate.
He would break this system from the inside out—or burn trying.