Months passed after the Tetramand duel, and life for Alexander Lionel Tennyson settled into a powerful rhythm.
By day, the young emperor-like heir managed the Avalon Group, meeting planetary delegates, stabilizing trade routes, and presenting new technologies.
By night, he spent time with the women who stood at his side:
Velgrynd, Velzard, Venelana Bael, Grayfia Lucifuge, Albedo, Lucy Mann, Charmcaster, and Looma Red Wind.
Dates.Movies.Training sessions.Quiet moments under the stars.
And Looma—proud Tetramand princess—had happily taken the role of Alex's personal bodyguard, following him everywhere with crossed arms and an intimidating aura. Even CEOs and alien diplomats didn't dare breathe too loudly around her.
Shadow Monarch Growth
Despite this peaceful rhythm, Alex never neglected his evolution.
Every day he trained:
refining Ruler's Authority
expanding his shadow army
meditating with dragon-god energy
pushing the boundaries of the Shadow Monarch template
And then, finally—
DING!Template Progress: +15%Shadow Monarch Template: 75%
Alex opened his system window.
System Status
Host: Alexander Lionel TennysonTitle: Lady Killer, Son of Morax Nava, Chairman of Avalon Group, Reborn Person, Heir to the Shadow MonarchAge: 18 (Fixed)Bloodline: Shadow Monarch, Dragon God
Strength: Peak Universe Level(Normal < Planet < Galaxy < Universe < Multi-Universe < God)
Talents:
Elemental Control
Shadow Extraction
Shadow Army Summon
Shadow Exchange
Ruler's Authority
Template: Shadow Monarch (75%)Shadow Army: 10,000System Store: UnlockedSystem Backpack: Empty
Alex stared at the window, pride swelling in his chest.
"To think a few months ago I was only scratching the edge of universe-level… Now I'm far beyond that."
His hands trembled slightly—not with fear, but excitement.
He was close.Very close to full ascension.
The Night Everything Changed
It wasn't a battle that shifted his fate.It wasn't a system reward.It wasn't an enemy threat.
It was a quiet night in Avalon Tower.
A night of honesty, of heart, of devotion.
One by one, his lovers came to him—not as fighters, not as princesses or devils or goddesses—but as women who loved him deeply.
They confessed what they had been holding in for months.He confessed how much they meant to him.Promises were exchanged.Walls were lowered.Hearts were joined.
And the bonds they formed that night went deeper than flesh could ever express.
When dawn arrived, Alex wasn't alone—he was surrounded, embraced, cherished.
His wives-to-be lay resting peacefully, and Alex finally understood:
This was happiness.This was home.
Not the tower.Not his power.Not the system.Them.
Aftermath — New Rings, New Futures
The next day, the girls woke up with flushed faces, tender smiles, and a sense of unity none of them had expected.
Velgrynd was the first to speak:
"Alex… that night made one thing clear.You don't belong to one of us—you belong to all of us."
Velzard nodded lightly.Venelana smirked.Grayfia bowed her head.Albedo's wings fluttered.Lucy blushed to her ears.Charmcaster teased him endlessly.Looma proudly declared:
"WE ARE HIS! AND HE IS OURS!"
Alex laughed softly.
He took out eight rings—each one crafted from shadow crystal, infused with dragon essence and a fragment of his authority.
"I want you all by my side."His voice was steady."But the marriage… I want it to be perfect.A ceremony worthy of each of you.Give me a few months, and I'll prepare everything."
Their reactions were immediate—
Tears.Happiness.Relief.And then—
They dragged him back inside his room for more affection.
(Which left Alex exhausted and the girls very… very satisfied.)
A New Beginning
As the sun set, the system chimed again.
New Title Obtained:Husband of Eight Powers
Alex looked at the city outside the window.
Avalon growing.Aliens cooperating.Peace settling—for now.
But he could feel the storm coming.
A storm that would require:
a Shadow Monarch
a Dragon God
a leader
a husband
and a protector
And Alexander Lionel Tennyson was ready.