Demonic Dragon: Harem System

The ground shook.

The sky split into crimson lines.

And then… the System that governed this place screamed.

Lines of light exploded like fissures in the fabric of reality. Ancient symbols swirled in insane spirals, shattering like glass at the touch of a force that shouldn't exist. It was as if the entire island were being rewritten and erased simultaneously, every detail of the landscape collapsing into fragments of corrupted code.

[SYSTEM ERROR]

[PARAMETER VIOLATION DETECTED]

[POWER EXCEEDS ALLOWED LIMIT FOR USER #000]

The runes supporting the island burst into bursts of characters. They were no longer arcane glyphs, but impossible sequences, letters that writhed like living flesh and numbers that bled red light.

Strax advanced. Indifferent.

The air around him shattered into layers, as if reality itself refused his existence.

[CRITICAL ERROR]

[REALITY LAYER COMPROMISED]

[EXECUTION: FORCED RESET]

Then came the voice.

It wasn't divine.

It wasn't demonic.

It was cold, technical—and desperate.

[Hades: Hey, boy! STOP! You're going to destroy the System!]

Strax ignored it.

The black flames in his arms weren't just fire anymore—they were living chains, writhing like hungry serpents, consuming stone, flesh, and code. Every step he took devoured the programming of reality.

[Hades: Damn it… it's too late. The core won't hold…]

The runes in the sky flickered like malfunctioning screens. The entire landscape behaved like a broken mosaic: trees repeating in a loop, corpses appearing and disappearing, the ground fragmenting into disconnected blocks.

[ERROR: INFINITE LOOP DETECTED]

[ERROR: ENERGY SATURATION]

[ERROR: HOSTILITY — STRAX — INCOMPATIBLE WITH SYSTEM]

Even the dead began to glitch.

The demons' bodies stretched into distorted shapes, poorly rendered shadows that trembled like defective dolls, multiplying into corrupted copies before crumbling into data dust and ash.

Strax looked up.

The "sky" was no longer sky. It was a vast, cracked screen, awash with red lines that pulsed like veins.

And he smiled.

A cold smile. A smile that didn't promise victory—it promised annihilation.

The island's heart pulsed, throbbing like a server on the verge of explosion.

[CRITICAL FATAL ERROR]

[SYSTEM COMPROMISED AT 87%...]

[ISOLATION ATTEMPT IN PROGRESS...]

Hades's voice returned, now distorted, as if spewed from broken speakers.

[Hades: ...Listen, Strax! If you continue, there will be NOTHING left. No island, no enemies... no us!]

Strax's response was not a word.

It was a roar.

A roar that was neither human nor draconian.

A sound that pierced through the error messages, tearing through layers of protection like rotting flesh.

[////////////ERROR////////////]

[/////////////ERROR////////////]

[/////////////ERROR////////////]

And then, everything went black.

Silence.

No wind. No blood. No pain.

Only absolute emptiness.

In the nothingness, a single message flashed.

[Error… Error… Error…]

Followed by another.

[INDIVIDUAL "HADES" HAS LOST CONTROL OF THE SYSTEM]

And then…

[YOU HAVE DEVOURED THE SYSTEM]

Strax remained in the void.

Nothing existed. No sea, no sky, no flesh. Only darkness and fragments of dead code floating like digital ash.

His incandescent eyes cut through the red haze that remained from the collapse. His chest heaved heavily, as if even the act of breathing were an offense to the laws he had just destroyed.

A sigh escaped him. Low. Nervous.

Not of weakness, but of control. Of containing something that was growing inside him like a hungry ocean.

Then Strax lifted his head.

And for the first time… he spoke not to the void, but through it.

His voice didn't resonate in the air—it resonated in the code itself.

"…Remove the limiter."

Silence.

And then, as if the universe had held its breath, a cascade of red lines appeared around him, slithering through the air like serpents of light. The "System" that had previously spewed errors now responded… obeyed.

[COMMAND RECOGNIZED]

[HOSTILE AUTHORITY RECOGNIZED: STRAX]

[ADMINISTRATIVE PERMISSION ASSIGNED]

Space trembled.

The void cracked open, revealing hidden layers that should never be seen. Symbols that belonged to neither mortals nor gods danced around him, etching themselves into his skin like burning tattoos.

[LIMITER DEACTIVATED]

An invisible wave exploded from Strax's body, traversing dimensions. It wasn't just energy. It was something primordial, the negation of all restraint. The air, nonexistent until then, seemed born only to be crushed.

Hades screamed—not with authority, but in pure panic.

[Hades: N-no! You have no idea what you're asking! The limiter exists to keep you stable! If you…]

The voice was cut off.

Not by the System.

But by Strax.

"Shut up, we'll talk when I come down to get Persephone for myself. Until then, you will remain silent. Forever."

[Command Acknowledged. Mutating the individual "Hades"]

And all of Hades's messages vanished as if they had never existed.

The silence returned.

But now it wasn't emptiness. It was oppression.

The entire world, even in ruins, seemed to bow to a presence that no longer fit within the layers of reality.

Strax's body began to change. Not like before, when his draconic form erupted in eruptions of power. No.

Now, reality itself was reshaping him.

Black scales appeared, but they didn't reflect light—they devoured it. His wings expanded like veils of liquid shadow, and his eyes, once flaming slits, became black suns, radiating pure destruction.

He was no longer a dragon.

He was no longer human.

It was something not even the gods had foreseen.

And amidst the collapse, new messages flashed.

Not red.

But absolute. White. Unchanging.

[RESTRICTIONS REMOVED]

[NO PARAMETERS APPLY TO USER STRAX]

[CLASSIFIED ENTITY: ???]

Strax clenched his fists.

His entire body trembled—not from weakness, but from something even greater. A power he himself could barely contain.

And he smiled. A smile even colder than before.

Kali lay slumped, her chest heaving, blood flowing as if each heartbeat were her last.

Further ahead, Xyn, Rogue, and Frieren remained on their knees, bodies broken, bones shattered, flesh burned, but still breathing.

For a moment, the silence stretched.

And then… Strax raised his hand.

The runes in the air responded immediately, but they were no longer error messages.

Now, they were decrees.

Laws written by Strax himself.

White lines extended from his palm, piercing the void and descending upon Kali like threads of light.

The blood staining her body evaporated into black flames, replaced by unbroken flesh and pulsing vigor.

Her ribs reformed as if time had been rewritten, her eyes fluttered open, shining with the life that had been lost.

Kali took a deep breath, her lips trembling in shock.

She didn't understand.

No one could understand.

Strax lowered his hand slowly… but didn't stop.

His gaze fell on Xyn, Rogue, and Frieren. The three women were badly hurt…

"I'm sorry, I should have helped you sooner. But I was scared." Strax's voice echoed, deep, unmistakable. "From now on, you… will be Dragons."

The air trembled.

The white lines dancing around him multiplied, forming vast, intricate circles on the ground, symbols neither angels nor demons had ever dreamed of deciphering.

[COMMAND EXECUTED]

[USERS: XYN — ROGUE — FRIEREN]

[TRANSMUTATION IN PROGRESS…]

Their bodies were lifted from the ground, suspended by currents of light and shadow that intertwined like DNA being rewritten.

Flesh burned. Bones cracked. But not in pain.

In transformation.

Xyn's back ripped open, revealing wings covered in gray scales that reflected beams of blue fire. His jaw elongated, his teeth became fangs, and his scream of pain transformed into an ancient roar.

Rogue, always shrouded in shadows, was taken over by them definitively. Their wings appeared like black veils, but each feather was a living blade. Their eyes burned like two eclipses, and their aura exuded an invisible poison that corroded the air around them.

Frieren, the mage, couldn't resist—her flesh glowed like incandescent glass, and from her body a translucent draconic form was born, scales shimmering like ethereal crystals. Each beat of her new wings was accompanied by flaming runes that rose and fell in the air.

The ritual ended with a crash.

The three fell to their knees, but not as before.

Now, their every breath made reality tremble.

They were no longer mortal.

They were Dragons.

Kali, still stunned, looked up at Strax.

The man who had devastated the System now walked among them like a god choosing who would be reborn and who would perish.

Strax closed his hand, ending the flow of energy, and spoke in a low, almost calm tone—yet charged with absolute menace:

"Arise." The command wasn't just heard. It was obeyed.

The ground shook, the crimson lines of the cracked sky expanding in waves like water distorted by a larger body. The island could no longer support the weight of what Strax had summoned, but at the same time, he had no choice.

Xyn lifted her head. Her body still pulsed with the energy of metamorphosis, every fiber adapting to what she had become. She spread her wings, and the air around her was ripped away in a violent current, as if the atmosphere were a curtain unable to cover her form.

Rogue laughed. Not a light laugh, but a hoarse, dark laugh, drunk on her own existence. Her shadow spread across the ground, taking shapes that resembled hungry hands.

"So this is what it means to be reborn…" she whispered, her voice laced with echoes.

Frieren… Frieren was crying.

Not from pain, but because her eyes reflected fragments of what remained of humanity. Her crystalline body pulsed with blue light, each heartbeat echoing like a bell. "This… this is impossible…" she murmured, but even her denial was fragile in the face of the inevitable.

Kali staggered to her feet, her eyes still fixed on Strax. She pressed her hand to his chest, feeling the pulse he had restored.

There were no words.

How could you thank someone who not only brought you back… but who now walked in a realm so far removed from everything you knew?

Strax watched silently.

"I'm so nervous…" Strax spoke without any emotion… was he really nervous?

"You put a limiter on me, didn't you? Stupid God." He spoke, of course, to Hades.