The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: The Kingdoms Comes Together – 3
“Are you satisfied, darling? Or do you want to go another round?” Amelia asked, whispering in his ear in a seductive tone, pushing her large chest against her husband’s face.

“Yes… besides the fact that we want to do it with you more, I was really worried when you started to lose control because of your lust… Darling, tell us, do you still feel like your lust could take control of you?” Lenora asked with a concerned expression.

“Well, since my soul has grown significantly stronger, I have much more control over my needs as the Progenitor… If you’re asking me if I’m satisfied, I’m not…” Damian said, sighing as Amelia patted and ruffled his head lovingly.

“I mean, how could I be satisfied after just doing it for four weeks when I have such beautiful wives…”

Lenora and Amelia’s faces turned bright red with blush as Amelia continued to ruffle his head lovingly, while Lenora hugged him from the front.

They stayed like that for a few minutes.

“Are you angry at us, darling?” Lenora asked softly.

“For what?” Damian asked, confused.

“That you don’t have your original memories of your past lives?” Amelia said.

“No… I don’t. I’m pretty sure whatever happened that caused my memories to be sealed away in my soul, it was for the greater good,” Damian shrugged.

“I do want to have my memories back though… I don’t like that I don’t remember you or our family.”

“Wait, have memories about our family started coming back already?” Amelia asked.

“Some… All I’ve managed to remember are figures and voices, but their faces are blurred except for you two…” Damian said, rubbing his chin once again, trying to recall, but it didn’t work.

“Tell me something, when I first saw you guys, the memories of you instantly came to my mind. Is there some sort of trigger or something to unlock the memories, or is it just related to my soul? Like, the more my soul grows, the more I remember?” Damian asked.

“It’s both, actually,” Lenora nodded.

“Hm… When will I get to meet her?” The ‘her’ Damian referred to was his third wife, aside from Lenora and Amelia, whom he had yet to meet but was already dying to see.

“Why? Aren’t we enough to satisfy you, darling?” Amelia asked, pouting.

“It’s not that… She is my wife too. I want to see her, I want to remember her,” Damian said. “Where is she? Why didn’t she come with you?”

“She is occupied with something else…” Lenora said, as a prompt appeared in front of her and Amelia, one only they could see:

[Eden: You two, come to Nevalia right now and deal with this shit or I will make sure you won’t get any alone time with your beloved husband.]

“What’s wrong?” Damian asked, noticing their expressions shift.

“Nothing… We’re needed somewhere,” Lenora said, rolling her eyes.

“Such a party pooper,” Amelia rolled her eyes. “But I guess we know why we’re needed, right?”

“You guys going somewhere?” Damian asked.

“As much as we hate it, we have no choice,” Lenora said as she and Amelia got up to get dressed.

Before they could fully stand, Damian grabbed them, wrapping his arms around their naked waists and pulling them close, burying his face between their fit, lean navels. “Can’t it wait? Can’t you stay with me for a few more days?”

Lenora and Amelia’s expressions turned loving as they each gave him a deep kiss on the lips, taking turns before looking into his eyes, massaging his cheeks and hair.

“We would never leave your side from now on… We’ll only be gone for a couple of hours. Once we return, we’re all yours, we can do it as many times as you want… and we’ll also bring your third wife with us.”

“Why don’t we take a shower? Darling can help us clean,” Amelia suggested, making them smile.

And in the next second, they were in the bathroom built inside the castle, complete with its own hot spring.

Damian didn’t do anything intimate with them because he knew that once he started, he wouldn’t stop for weeks.

So instead, he helped them clean, rubbed the hard-to-reach areas, and in return, they cleaned him while playfully teasing him.

There was, of course, some intense kissing and making out involved.

The whole bathing session lasted about an hour before they stepped out, and then Damian helped them get dressed.

Damian, fully dressed in dark royal attire with blood-red accents, walked into the throne hall alongside the vampire goddess Amelia and the werewolf goddess Lenora.

The five vampire countesses, a group of High Humans, and a group of Alpha Werewolves standing in the throne hall straightened their postures immediately at the sight of the Progenitor of Humans and Vampires emerging.

The five countesses couldn’t hide the jealousy on their faces as they saw their husband arriving with the two goddesses.

The five countesses were already familiar with the two.

Amelia, the Vampire Goddess, was the patron deity of the vampire race.

Similarly, the Werewolf Goddess, Lenora, was the patron of the werewolf race.

That’s why the group of werewolves gulped nervously in both fear and awe as they saw their patron goddess clutching hands with the Progenitor of the human race.

“We greet the great Human King,” the High Humans were the first to react, kneeling on one knee and lowering their heads in respect.

“The Blood Moon rises in your honor,” the five Vampire Countesses followed suit, kneeling down on one knee.

“Long live the King of all Night Creatures, the Progenitor of Vampires…”

“Progenitor of Vampires?” The High Humans and the Alpha Werewolves were equally, if not more, confused when they heard the noble vampires calling him that.

“Wasn’t he the Progenitor of Humans?”

“When did our king also become the Progenitor of Vampires?”

In the eyes of the High Humans, their king was someone so great that it didn’t seem impossible for him to become the Progenitor of Vampires as well, they were that devoted to him.

But the werewolves were different.

They found it all very confusing and doubtful, watching in awe as Damian reached the throne and turned his attention toward them.

While the noble vampires and High Humans were kneeling in respect, the Alpha Werewolves simply stood there, confused and dumbfounded.

Lenora’s expression changed as she noticed this. “Pay respect to your king, you fools!”

She released an intense aura.

The Alpha Werewolves felt as if a destructive beast was about to rip their throats out.

In the next second, they all kneeled, unable to handle the immense pressure.

“W-we greet the K-King of all N-Night Creatures…”

Lenora smiled in satisfaction at the sight of her werewolves kneeling before her husband, trembling in fear.

“There is no need for such formal reverence. Be at ease,” the Night King said, allowing the High Humans, Alpha Werewolves, and Noble Vampires to stand.

Damian glanced at the six Alpha Werewolves present.

“Lenora, did you bring them here?” Damian asked his wife.

“Yeah, darling,” Lenora nodded. “I wanted to introduce them to their king and their Progenitor.”

“Progenitor? What do you mean by that?” Damian asked.

“Hmm… You think I can also become the Werewolf Progenitor, don’t you?”

“Fufu, you got that right, darling,” Amelia chuckled.

“As you’ve already learned from your experience since you awakened, you’re a very special being with a very special soul and a very special providence. You have the potential to become the Progenitor of any race, as long as you meet the required conditions.”

The High Humans, Noble Vampires, and Alpha Werewolves all stood with mouths agape, jaws dropped in shock.

They couldn’t even begin to imagine what this meant.

How could a single being have the ability to become the Progenitor of any race?

This was beyond ridiculous, it was insanity.

“Here you go, darling,” Lenora raised her hand, and two glowing orbs of light manifested, one glowing in bright blue and white, and the other in golden-blue, before she handed them to her beloved husband.

“These are… racial essences?” Damian could instantly sense their nature, they were the racial essences of Werewolves.

“Yes… These are pure racial essences. The golden one is my unique racial essence as an Alpha Werewolf, with a small piece of my divinity mixed in. The other one is a mixed racial essence collected from all the prominent werewolf clans in Vargheim. This should be more than enough for you to transition into the Werewolf Progenitor,” Lenora explained.

“When you feel ready, use it to become the Progenitor of Werewolves,” Amelia said as she and Lenora gave him one last kiss, each on one cheek.

“We really have to go, darling. We’ll be back in a few hours and we’ll bring her with us…” Lenora said.

And in the next second, the two goddesses disappeared from the spot, making Damian sigh.

He couldn’t get enough of them, he was already missing them.

Damian sighed, turned his gaze toward the five countesses, and smiled sweetly.

They looked down, embarrassed, feeling hot just from being looked at by him.

He was just too damn hot and sexy to look at directly without blushing.

“Will you approach?” Damian called, looking at the five countesses.

The countesses came closer and stood in front of him, very close.

Damian also stood up, looking into each of their eyes.

“M-My king?” the countesses couldn’t help becoming immersed in his gaze, blushing deeply.

“I want to apologize… I was kind of forceful, wasn’t I? I even drank blood directly from your necks,” Damian said.

“It’s… it’s fine, Your Highness… you have nothing to apologize for…” Amaya Kuroyami said, shaking her head intensely.

“We exist for your happiness… Your Majesty,” Akira Kaminari added.

“Anyway… I will take full responsibility for my actions,” Damian continued.

“I drank your blood from your necks… I suppose I became your mate. But don’t worry, as the Progenitor, I can undo what happened. I will release the connection binding you to me.”

The countesses’ eyes widened at his words.

To them, it felt like the worst possible thing that could happen.

“M-My lord… why?” Kathryne Dracula asked, her voice shaking.

“Did we do something wrong?” Akira Kaminari asked nervously.

“Are we not to your liking, Your Highness?” Tiana Valthryne questioned.

“Don’t you want to be freed from this? I forced you to become my mates in that uncontrolled state I was in, against your free will. I don’t want you to be bound to me by force,” Damian said.

He raised an eyebrow, observing their expressions. “Do you… want me as your mate… for eternity?”

“Please,” Tiana Valthryne said softly.

“My lord, I speak for all of us… you have already drunk our blood. It would be our greatest gift if we could be your mates,” Lillian Brenlith said. “Also… you’ve seen every inch of our bodies…”

“Are you sure about this? Because once we do this, there’s no going back. Once I make you mine, I’ll never let you go. You will be mine, and mine alone, for all eternity,” Damian warned.

Unknowingly, a speck of his aura began to leak in response to his emotions, revealing his obsessive and possessive nature to the five countesses.

“We want you… We want to be yours, my lord, for all eternity.”