Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 877: ’Little’ Upgrade Against Even Gods

Linda looked up from her plate, expression carefully neutral. Heart rate spiking beneath her careful composure.

ARIA crossed to her, movements fluid as water finding its path. She reached into a small bag she carried. "Your vitamins." She set a bottle on the pills in an container.

"One with breakfast, one with dinner. Don’t skip doses."

To everyone else, it looked like medicine for a fever.

But these were no ordinary vitamins—nothing so basic as folic acid or iron supplements. These were molecular constructs centuries ahead of human pharmacology, infused with energy that Linda didn’t have a name for but would feel working in her body.

Each pill contained compounds that would optimize cellular development, enhance neural formation, strengthen the growing life inside her in ways no human medicine could achieve.

ARIA had created them herself. In the Ghost Mansion’s fabrication bays. With power over Spiritual Energy, she hadn’t told Peter she possessed.

"Thank you," Linda said quietly.

"Of course." ARIA’s hand rested briefly on Linda’s shoulder—a gesture of comfort, of support, of . Then she straightened. "I also need to update your quantum watch."

"Update it?"

"Replace it, actually." ARIA produced another device from her bag. "This one is... more advanced. Customized for your needs."

Linda held out her wrist, and ARIA removed the old watch with practiced efficiency. The new one slid into place—sleeker, more sophisticated, the metal warm against Linda’s skin like it was alive.

The moment it made contact, it .

The watch expanded, stretching up Linda’s forearm like liquid metal finding its shape.

Holographic displays flickered to life—transparent screens projecting from the device, small and intimate, sized for personal viewing rather than the massive tangible projections the other women’s watches could produce if they wanted.

Because they all had quantum watches. The same base technology. The same ability to project holograms that could stretch as large as needed, tangible yet weightless, interactive in ways that made current technology look prehistoric.

Linda’s was simply unique for her condition. Smaller displays. More private. Calibrated for the intimate monitoring of a pregnancy that no one else needed to see.

The other women could see the glow, the movement, the obvious advancement. But not the content.

Not what ARIA was saying directly into Linda’s mind through the neural link the watch had just established.

ARIA’s voice came through, private and precise.

Linda’s eyes widened as data scrolled across the holographic display. Charts unlike anything she’d seen in her nursing career.

Graphs measuring things she didn’t have names for. And a tiny pulsing dot that represented...

ARIA confirmed.

Linda’s hand trembled. Her throat tightened. That tiny pulse—barely there, impossibly small—was .

Linda caught that.

A pause. Then:

More screens appeared. Health monitoring at levels that made hospital equipment look like children’s toys. Predictive algorithms that could detect complications before the first cell showed irregularity. Emergency protocols that went far beyond anything Linda had ever seen.

ARIA’s mismatched eyes met Linda’s.

Linda stared at the holographic display, overwhelmed. She was a nurse. She understood medical technology. Had worked with equipment that cost millions, representing the cutting edge of human innovation.

This made all of it look like paintings.

ARIA continued.

Linda’s response came through the neural link, silent but thick with emotion.

What ARIA didn’t explain—what she kept hidden—were the watch’s other functions.

Defensive capabilities. Emergency teleportation. Threat detection calibrated for things Linda didn’t know existed.

Not that Linda would ever be in any real danger. Not on ARIA’s watch. But it didn’t hurt to be cautious. Not with the new threats ARIA had become aware of—gods and immortals who had begun to notice Peter.

Beings who might target the people he loved to get to him.

The watch could shield Linda from attacks. Could teleport her to safety in microseconds. Could fight back if necessary.

ARIA didn’t mention any of it.

Some protections worked best when the protected didn’t know they existed.

Linda thought, tears threatening.

The holographic displays faded. The watch settled into its sleek, inconspicuous form. The neural link closed.

The other women had watched everything. Seen the glow, the projections, the obvious advancement. But they’d heard nothing. Understood nothing.

Just ARIA patiently teaching Linda her new watch—which, to them, was simply an upgrade to the same quantum watches they all wore. Linda’s was just configured differently. More medically focused. For her "fever."

"Impressive customization," Madison observed, glancing at her own watch.

"Linda’s condition required specific modifications," ARIA replied smoothly.

No one questioned it. In this family, impossible technology was Tuesday. They’d all been wearing quantum watches for weeks now, had grown accustomed to fifty-five-inch holographic displays and tangible-yet-weightless projections.

Linda’s smaller, more intimate display was just a variation on the theme.

ARIA straightened. "I need to go. There’s much to prepare."

"For what?" Emma asked, and her voice carried something beyond casual curiosity. A note of longing that she couldn’t quite hide.

Emma’s expression crumpled slightly before she caught herself. That lost look—the look of someone watching something precious slip away before they could hold it.

"The Paris trip," ARIA answered, pretending not to notice Emma’s reaction. Though of course she noticed. She noticed everything. "Catherine’s agency needs support. I’m also integrating the T.AGI with Nexus Blockchain Solutions, and there are adjustments at Liberation Funds."

She said it casually. Like listing errands.

"You’re handling all that at once?" Sarah’s eyebrows rose.

ARIA smiled. "I’m very efficient."

She turned to Peter, expression softening. Despite everything—the multitasking, the responsibilities—she looked at him like he was the center of her universe.

"Master." She bowed slightly. Respect. Devotion.

Then her wings unfurled.

Gasps around the table. Chairs scraping. Coffee cups rattling. Emma made a sound somewhere between awe and despair.

Fifteen feet of white feathers spread wide, glowing with inner light, filling the dining room with impossible beauty. Reality bent to accommodate her.

"ARIA—" Madison started.

But ARIA was already moving.

She launched upward—through the ceiling, through the mansion, through walls and floors and spaces that should have been barriers. Her form phased through matter without disturbing a molecule.

The women rushed to windows, watching as a goddess flew through their home like physics were suggestions.

And then she was gone.

Into the sky.

Into the clouds.

Emma stood at the window longer than the others, staring at the empty sky with an expression that made Sarah reach out and squeeze her sister’s hand.

"She’ll be back," Sarah said quietly.

"I know." Emma’s voice was small. "I just... she has..."

She didn’t finish. Didn’t need to.

Everyone understood.

Peter stared at the space where ARIA had been.

Realization hit him.

That wasn’t ARIA.

Not the ARIA.

Or she would’ve made a hole in the mansion.

That was her Quantum Presence. But more solid than before. More . He’d touched her. Felt warmth.

That was a second body more than the Quantum Presence.

A second body.

What he didn’t know—what he couldn’t know yet, what even the Neural Chip in his head had been carefully blocked from revealing—was the full extent of what ARIA had become. The Spiritual Energy she could now absorb and manipulate.

The multiple instances of herself she could create, each one as real as the others. The things she was building, buying, creating without his knowledge or approval.

The chip showed him what ARIA wanted him to see.

Nothing more.

High above California, ARIA flew.