Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 796: Manly Dream

Within the confines of the seal, the approaching swarm had breached the designated kill line.

Kaiden advanced directly into their midst.

The initial opponent in his path was a hulking, bipedal creature, a dense mass of muscle encased in gray plating. Such a foe, in his previous state, would have necessitated a firm stance, a braced shoulder, and precise timing for each swing. However, the fusion had fundamentally altered his being, discarding old instincts and implanting new ones.

He entered the strider's attack range as casually as stepping through a doorway. A massive greatsword swung in a swift, low arc, bisecting the creature from hip to collarbone before it could complete its forward momentum.

Its severed halves continued forward momentarily due to inertia alone, only to topple moments later.

[You have slain an invading Strider (Level 64). +21,400 XP. +102 DMP.]

The notification appeared briefly in his periphery, and Kaiden allowed himself a single, comprehensive glance.

“A hundred,” he muttered.

A wry smile touched his lips. A hundred DMP for a kill that, just a month prior, would have yielded several hundred. The underlying principle was straightforward: DMP acquisition paralleled XP gain, which in turn scaled with difficulty. Yet, difficulty was subjective, not absolute. A strider of this caliber had posed a significant challenge when he was still climbing the cultivation ranks.

With his current capabilities, amplified by the Sin Fusion and extraordinary stats surpassing any conventional awakened being, this particular strider was akin to a mere obstacle against an unstoppable force. The system's reward reflected this disparity.

However, the multiplier remained active.

[Domain Defense Active. Defending Master receives ×100 DMP.]

This explained the hundred DMP reward. It signified that the true difficulty-adjusted yield was a mere single point per strider, which the dimension then multiplied by one hundred before awarding it.

The horde surged forward.

Striders marched shoulder-to-shoulder in the vanguard, aerial units swarming above, with countless more following behind. The lane Kaiden occupied was poised to become a torrent of monstrous mass directed at a single individual. He counted twenty in the front rank, with forty more positioned behind them. These were individuals who had evidently survived numerous dungeons, their presence indicating a formidable roster.

Despite the overwhelming odds heavily stacked against Kaiden and his companions, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, morphing into a slow, almost sadistic grin.

At his mental command, the sigils adorning the gauntlet's fingers ignited with a crimson glow.

The harvested blood from his initial kill detached from his right forearm, coalescing into a disciplined stream that arced across his chest. It flowed towards his off-hand, obediently shaping itself into a second greatsword within his left palm, a perfect mirror of the blade already in his right – a testament to his sheer force of will.

He had contemplated this particular arrangement for some time, yet this was his first actual combat deployment. A poorly executed dual-wield stance was a fatal mistake, and he had resolved to only adopt it when his statistics and swordsmanship confidence reached a level where the secondary blade ceased to be a detriment.

The fusion had elevated him past that threshold.

He could feel its stability resonating through his very bones. The weight was perfectly distributed across both arms; his off-hand grip was as solid as his dominant one. The sigil lines integrated into his greaves and vambraces were primed to channel energy into both blades, sustaining them as long as prolonged combat fed the gauntlet’s reserve.

Combat was about to become incredibly abundant.

Two greatswords against a charging horde spanning forty meters.

Kaiden moved forward to meet the onslaught.

The leading strider, larger than the one he had just dispatched, charged at full bipedal speed, its shoulder angled downwards. Kaiden raised both blades in a sweeping cross-cut, his right rising as his left descended in unison. He channeled his current Strength into the point of impact. Striders of this magnitude did not yield to finesse; they demanded brute force, and his current strength far exceeded any quantifiable display the system had ever shown.

The twin edges met the strider’s collarbones, cleaving diagonally through the creature in opposing arcs.

The separated halves fell approximately half a second into its charge, and Kaiden had already surged past them.

[You have slain an invading Strider (Level 67). +24,900 XP. +118 DMP.]

The main body of the horde crashed into him.

Both blades remained actively engaged as he moved within the enemy ranks. Simultaneously, blood from the second kill flowed up his right calf, drawn along the runic patterns etched into his greaves, channeling directly into the gauntlet’s reserves to fuel both edges.

Two kills, two hundred and twenty DMP gained.

The chat feed, displayed at the edge of his vision, erupted.

— Thirsty247: BRO. BRO. TWO. GREATSWORDS???!!!

— LapdogOfTheEmpress: The Handsome Emperor is too cool! Curses be upon his lineage!

— TouchGrass: That’s the build! I’m calling my dad. He gotta see this.

— NyxWorshipper: WAS THIS AN OPTION THE WHOLE TIME???

— Kaiden’s Wife (mod): ??? Aren’t us girls supposed to be the unhinged ones in this chat? Why are the boys losing it harder than us tonight?

— Thirsty247: Ma’am, with all respect, women will never comprehend. This is the ultimate dream for every true man, the peak of human ambition. You couldn't possibly grasp its immensity.

— LapdogOfTheEmpress: Indeed.

— TouchGrass: So true.

— NyxWorshipper: Absolutely.

Kaiden’s eyes darted to the side, scanning the front lines as he advanced.

Aria’s silver light was systematically eliminating fliers in pairs, dropping them in a precise formation she had established at thirty meters above. Each blade strike was aimed where the next aerial foe would appear, not where the last one had been.

Luna was a crimson blur against the surging ground forces, crackling lightning striking precisely where she had just been. Every Stormblade attack detonated with the sheer destructive power that her Calamity fusion had imbued into its edge.

Bastet remained stationary and would continue to do so. The circular fissure around her bare feet had expanded by a meter, and the serpents within her radius were being crushed flat against the dark stone by a pressure the Divine Dominion fusion exerted without needing to be reapplied.

Calypso, bleeding and with half her buff stack already active, had plunged three strider corpses deep into the densest part of the ground assault, a wide grin plastered on her face.

Nyx had silently condensed another four fliers into a single, nebulous mass, draining their mana until only dust remained before letting the husks fall.

From above him, Alice’s golden beam traced a leisurely path through the upper air, its violet undertone slicing deeper than her halo ever had – a testament to its surgical precision.

The notification ticker, which Kaiden had kept at the edge of his vision, displayed an anomaly he hadn't encountered before.

[Companion Kill: invading Flier (Level 71). +78 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Pup (Level 52). +30 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Strider (Level 66). +110 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Serpent (Level 68). +95 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Flier (Level 70). +76 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Strider (Level 65). +106 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Pup (Level 54). +38 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Flier (Level 72). +82 DMP.]

[Companion Kill: invading Strider (Level 64). +102 DMP.]

The incoming lines were stacking so rapidly that the interface struggled to render them accurately.

His personal point pool was accumulating swiftly.

This was the aspect of the dungeon system that, had humanity ever been permitted to witness it, they would have deemed profoundly unfair. Every creature vanquished by his women directly benefited him. The dungeon siphoned the essence of any foe felled by its Master's bound forces, irrespective of who delivered the final blow or the Master's location at the time of the kill. Given that his bound forces encompassed every woman currently on this battlefield, there was absolutely no incentive for 'kill-stealing'.

His own counter advanced without fanfare.

[Dungeon Master Points: 1,200.]

He shifted into the Wrath stance.

The stance ignited within his very bones, akin to a match striking dry tinder. Motion-infused heat radiated simultaneously from both edges as his right blade began its hum, the left responding in the subsequent breath. Wrath demanded sheer velocity and rewarded it with explosive power, and Kaiden was prepared to give it his all.

He charged forward.

Two colossal greatswords met a closing wall of monstrous, earth-born mass.

The first strider he encountered received the full impact of his right blade, driven by the Wrath charge, directly through its chest. The creature didn't merely die; it disintegrated, its ribs erupting from its back in a smoking, concussive arc. The left blade followed a split second later, impacting the adjacent strider's flank. Kaiden drove his shoulder into the swing, as his off-hand was never the one for precision. It lacked finesse. What it possessed was the raw strength to hurl his weapon with enough force to connect, and that was the sole requirement in this engagement. The blade plunged into the creature's side, just below the ribs, wedging against bone. The Wrath charge unleashed its stored heat at the point where the bone resisted parting. The strider then exploded outwards from within its own ribcage.

[You’ve slain invading Strider (Level 65). +106 DMP.]

[You’ve slain invading Strider (Level 67). +118 DMP.]

A crimson streak flashed past his left shoulder, accompanied by laughter.