I died once reaching for a woman whose face I can no longer remember.

Reborn into the Vorn Dynasty—a brutal family that rules over thirteen worlds along with other territories—I was supposed to be a genius. Instead, I was declared broken. My soul is fractured, my memories are gone, and my own siblings view me as nothing more than a lamb for the slaughter.

But the cracks in my soul aren't empty. They're filled with something ancient. A piece of my past.

[SYSTEM INITIALIZATION...]
[SOUL INTEGRITY: 47%]
[THE DARKNESS CALLS]

With the power to crush my enemies with gravity, fry their nerves with lightning and the darkness at my call, I will carve a path through the blood of my rivals. I will unearth the mystery of my past death, reclaim the woman haunting my dreams, and tear down the empires that dare to stand in my way.

But power isn't the only thing I crave.

In a universe where betrayal is the only constant, I find solace in the arms of those brave enough to love a monster. I will collect their hearts, their bodies, and their absolute devotion.

This isn't a story about a hero.
This is a story about a monster who chose to be one—and the people who love him anyway.
The question isn't whether he'll find her.
The question is what's left of him when he does.
He doesn't save people. He claims them. And somehow, that's worse.

This novel contains explicit sexual content, a demanding harem, dark themes, and a cunning protagonist who plays the villain as easily as he plays the lover. You have been warned.

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In another region of the Void Realm, Isabella Vorn stood on a barren plain.


Her eyes were empty. She stood motionless in the center of a massive formation drawn on the ground.


The formation was large—fifty meters in diameter. Intricate lines of blood formed the runic pathways, connecting nodes placed at precise intervals. At each node sat a token—Void Realm entry tokens, stolen from the cultivators Isabella had killed over the past months.


19 tokens. 19 nodes and 19 sacrifices to power the formation.


In Isabella's left hand, the orb pulsed. It had absorbed the blood and souls of every cultivator she'd killed. The orb was full—swollen with spiritual energy.


Isabella raised the orb. Her lips moved—murmur, murmur—chanting words that weren't a language. 


Chapter 308 - Chapter 308: The Gathering