HDXD: Omni Harem System

[Little one, you have finally arrived on the planet, I presume? Is Adam present there with you]

A voiced echoed from a small communication device, a spherical blue and grey board no bigger than a penny.

But soon after, a response came.

"Yes, Father."

The young male's voice reverberated softly within the confines of a small, dimly lit cave.

"The aberrant, is indeed here among us, accompanied by several other formidable individuals, each radiating strength far beyond our initial estimations."

[Hmm… Excellent. These individuals may indeed prove worthy of serving as vessels...exceptional ones, at that. Adam, in particular, stands out as one of six prime candidate to host Lord Asmodeus himself, alongside the formidable Metahuman, Richard Riley, whose strength is unparalleled]

[Nevertheless though, we remain in the nascent stages of our invasion plan. There is no need for haste. However, we have several High Demons awaiting deployment to the Human World, and their arrival hinges on securing vessels of sufficient caliber to contain their essence, so do make haste, the other star's are also expected to pull through #6]

The man said over the line.

As cold breeze blew within the cave was that act as temporary sanctuary of sorts for the mysterious individual, its jagged walls glistening with faint moisture in the flickering light of a single torch.

Though the air outside was biting and cold, the interior offered a modest warmth, a fragile reprieve from the harsh alien landscape beyond.

"Well, I am not worried about Adam, #5, & #4 are tasked with capturing him. If not, at the very least stall him enough so he can't disrupt our plans."

[Excellent. Adam and his family have long been a persistent thorn in the Goddess's divine plans. As it stands, we are perilously close to completing the expansion of her influence. Yet, more sacrifices are required...sacrifices of great magnitude, to allow her sacred power to seep fully into the Human World, unhindered by the Limitation Settings imposed upon all life within the void of mankind]

The young male shifted uneasily, his brow furrowing as he considered the Father's words.

"Easier said than done, Father. I remain wary. It's suspicious that the Overlord has not yet made a move against us, despite our progress."

[Hmm, your instincts are not misplaced. The Overlord's inaction stems from our subtle machinations. We have been infiltrating the myriad Skins of Earth's reality, sowing Dragon Veins deep within the World Stream to destabilize its foundations]

[However, unlike the Overlord, Gaia is not idle. She resists fiercely, dispatching her <Champions> and empowering them with the power of the <Life Setting> after taking them from the records of <Past World> and dispatching each summons to regions saturated with the Demonic Energy unleashed by our Dragon Veins. Her counter-offensives are alarmingly effective]

[To truly challenge Gaia's dominion, we must complete the preparations to summon the Qlippoth in its complete, unassailable form. But with Gaia's <Anti-Purge> system operating at its current strength, our influence...though spread across the infinite Skins of the World Stream of Planet Earth, remains frustratingly finite due her Setting influence. Our only hope is the Qlippoth, but it demands an inexhaustible well of sacrifices to fully corrupt and dominate, especially if we want to activate it in the Human World of all places. Without it, our efforts to erode Gaia's defenses will falter with time]

The young male's eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he absorbed the gravity of their task.

The cave seemed to grow colder, as well, as the winds began to pick up, still though he can't talk long either.

"Well, it doesn't matter, the reign of the Overlord will diminish before the current Era is done"

[Indeed, it shall come to pass. Our Goddess is not alone in her demand for the restoration of order. The Void, in its primordial essence, rightfully belongs to the Spirits, a sacred dominion wrested away by the folly of Mankind. Where Typhon faltered and failed, the Demons shall rise to rectify the chaos they have wrought for their weakness. Lord Asmodeus's allegiance to our cause only strengthens our prospects, for our ambitions align, if only partially. He covets the soul of the mightiest Human, The Overlord himself. I seek dominion over the <Overlord Setting>, to bend its power to our will when we are all reborn into the New World. And our Goddess hungers for the utter annihilation of the Logical Void itself, to unmake the barriers that constrain her divine will, and making the Supernatural Void whole again]

[But Alas fellow believer, we must cut this conversation short. You have your mission see to it that it is done. Glory be to Vileth]

The father said, meanwhile the mysterious young man place both hands in an X-Formation as replied back, ending the conversation with.

"Glory be to Vileth."

With that, the Father severed the connection, leaving the young man alone to carry out his mission.

He rose from the cave floor, gripping the flickering torch tightly as he stepped toward the entrance.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a biting gust of frigid air swept through, extinguishing the flame in an instant.

Gazing at the now-darkened torch, he released it from his grasp. As it fell, the object shimmered and dissolved, transmuting back to its original form...nothingness itself. This frail construct of light, conjured from the sheer absence, had been woven from sheer will, a fleeting creation that served its purpose as a source of illumination, however briefly.

The young man, shrouded in mystery, paused to survey his surroundings. The desolate landscape stretched before him, cloaked in an unrelenting blizzard that howled with primal fury.

Stretching his limbs to brace against the cold, he stepped fully into the storm, his breath visible in the icy air as he muttered to himself.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips.

"This is going to be a grueling battle, that is for certain. But thanks to our oracle, Rorine, we foresaw which planets New Hera would choose to test their students."

"With that knowledge, we applied and infiltrated their ranks. Still, even with that arrogant wretch's overpowered Law, we cannot glimpse the future of the aberrant. What in the void is he? It's as if Adam exists outside every timeline, untethered from fate itself."

"Either way, it doesn't matter, as long as we secure the chosen vessel to summon the Pleiades in the Human World. Then we might finally have the substantial might needed to fight back against the Captains, and Elite Royal Guards of the Hellsing Supernatural Council, and the Empire seven great Imperium soldier."

"Then when all is said and done, I hope Father Magla keeps his promise. That demon Eishet, she is the only one capable of granting my sole wish. I have search far and wide in my old universe, for every way, but each attempt to bring her back has failed. But if it is her, I am sure of it. Just a bit longer Jonathan, and your wish will be granted."

With that Johnathan walked more, and more into the blizzard to the point his figure was lost in the raging blizzard his next destination unknown.

But just as he and other Six Stars where keeping themselves busy.

Elsewhere another person make it's way to the planet many humans call home.

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Deep within the confines of interstellar space, a rift in space, time, and existence was forcibly opened.

Exactly 144,811,793,738,292,830 light years away from planet Earth, a pair of small hands tore the rift even wider until it was large enough to accommodate several people at once.

Yet, despite the expansive tear, only a small figure emerged, followed closely by a towering male butler at her side.

The girl was diminutive, appearing no older than a child, with an ethereal, almost doll-like presence that belied her immense power.

Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ankles like an endless stream, framing a pale, expressionless face with sharp, golden eyes that held no warmth or emotion, only an infinite, apathetic stare.

She wore a gothic lolita dress, black as midnight, adorned with frills and ribbons that fluttered faintly in the vacuum of space, untouched by the lack of atmosphere.

Her skin was flawless porcelain, and subtle draconic scales shimmered along her collarbone and the backs of her hands, hinting at her true nature.

"At long last."

She said looking at her hand and spoke.

"I was able to break through."

"Easy Ophis, don't let out too much of your aura."

"Don't tell me what to do Ares."

She shit back causing the man to flinch a bit, after all this woman was a being of boundless strength who sought nothing but her order, and the defeat of any who disrupted it.

Beside her stood Ares, the God of War, her loyal butler clad in a pristine black suit tailored to his muscular frame.

His features were sharp and battle-hardened, with short-cropped red hair like flickering flames and piercing crimson eyes that burned with restrained fury.

Draconic elements marked him as well, curved horns protruded from his forehead, twisting like ancient spears, and leathery wings folded neatly against his back, partially concealed beneath his coat.

His hands ended in clawed fingers, and faint scales armored his neck and jawline, proof to the fused heritage and augmentation that aligned him with Ophis's draconic essence.

Meanwhile Ophis floated forward impassively, her voice emerging in a monotone whisper that echoed unnaturally through the void.

"Creating an avatar to enter the human world was surely a pain. But nevertheless, I managed to pull through. Still this vessel is fragile, as it is, even a mere Seraphim could harm it... However I am a little bit worried about you servant of mine."

She tilted her head slightly toward Ares, her golden eyes flicking to him without a trace of concern, merely stating the obvious as was her blunt, emotionless way.

"Ares. Are you okay?"

The God of War grunted, rolling his broad shoulders as if shaking off the strain of the dimensional tear, and the power need to sustain this phsycial vessel.

A faint trail of ethereal blood seeped from a cut on his horn, but he ignored it, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble, and full with weary determination.

"I will live, still... We managed to reach earlier than the other Gods. But if we want to make sure we don't collapse alongside the other humans due to Vileth's stupidity, we need to make our apostles soon."

"Sigh, if our Abstract Forms where as Strong as the Systematic Gods within the Celestial World. Then we could just force ourselves in. But the sheer amount of System Settings the Overlord is using to keep us Gods of Earth out is basically is limiting or reign alot. At this juncture my lady we are only dominant in power back in our own side of the void. These weak bodies really do limits us, these candle vessels are truly a pain Ughhhhhh!! Fuckkkk... Sigh... Still as a God of Earth that was once bond to this place at the very least we can still draw power from the Human Realm via apostle synchronization before all hell break loose."

Ares said a little bit defeated here.

Ophis nodded once, her expression unchanging.

"We agree on that, and we need to hurry, too, before Athena, Zeus, Asura, Indra, Samsara, and Elohim break through as well and disrupt our progress. I really don't want to compete with them all at once, so we need to make an early start. Especially since those damned cultists have been making it difficult for us to gather followers to make proper apostles due to their influence spreading across the different Skins of Earth."

"Then we must make haste as soon as possible."

Ares commented.

"Mhm... Well, let's quickly make landfall and hope Gaia doesn't catch us intruding."

Said Ophis.

With that, the two began to fly toward Planet Earth.