Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 460: A Brewing Conspiracy

The Lord Quest was still a considerable distance from conclusion, yet the final result appeared to be already determined.

Emily’s immense offensive power had completely altered the tide of the battle. Monster waves continued to surge forward, but they no longer posed a significant threat. Her summoned creatures intercepted every incoming assault before it could reach the protective walls. Even when new elite monsters emerged, they were overwhelmed by the sheer volume of defenders and the relentless pressure.

Isaac observed the unfolding events from a distance, his gaze contemplative.

This spectacle brought an important realization to him. Emily was formidable, and her strength would undoubtedly grow as he advanced his own cultivation. The same held true for Alice, Celia, and Catherine. All of his companions had been rated above ninety-five by the System, indicating their immense, frankly terrifying potential to evolve into future powerhouses.

His role was clear: to support their growth, guide their cultivation path, and ensure they reached their zenith. Once they achieved their full potential, he could leverage the System to integrate their skills, making their strength intrinsically linked to his own.

The mere contemplation of this possibility sent a wave of giddiness through Isaac.

Emily, even now, possessed the power to rival the destruction of an entire city. If the others were to achieve similar levels of might...

A soft exhalation escaped his lips.

Meanwhile, Celia was completely engrossed in her livestream broadcast. She moved with a vibrant energy, capturing various angles of the ongoing battle, occasionally zooming in on Emily’s powerful summons, and exclaiming with delight at every display of overwhelming force.

"Just look at that! The Crimson Sky Wyrm is diving into the fray again! And those Abyssal summons are holding back that Catastrophe monster as if it were nothing! This is unbelievable! Emily is absolutely crushing it on the battlefield!"

She even managed to capture a few moments alongside Emily when the latter briefly retreated to recuperate. Celia beamed at the camera, her smile radiant, clearly reveling in the excitement.

Following a brief intermission, she approached Isaac.

As she drew nearer, her demeanor shifted. The ebullient smile softened, replaced by a look of bewildered curiosity as she voiced her genuine thoughts, "Uh... is an Adept-rank awakener really supposed to be this powerful? I feel like she could probably level entire cities on her own right now."

Isaac offered a slight nod, but his attention, unlike Celia's, remained steadfastly fixed on her.

Celia's eyes blinked in surprise.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she inquired, instinctively taking a small step back. Isaac’s gaze felt… peculiar.

"I've just had a sudden thought. Why are you still only Adept rank?" he questioned.

Celia froze mid-step.

"You couldn't advance earlier because you lacked the necessary materials, which made sense. But that obstacle was removed the moment I acquired funds. So, why haven't you advanced until this very moment?" Isaac probed gently.

Celia's gaze flickered nervously, avoiding his direct stare.

"Oh, would you look at that, my viewers are asking me to start the stream again!" she exclaimed with a strained laugh. "I really must go—"

She attempted to make a swift exit.

However, before she could put any distance between them, her tail abruptly stiffened in mid-air.

Then, it began to slowly slide backward, as if pulled by an unseen force.

Celia’s eyes widened in alarm as she felt an invisible grip drawing her back. She struggled, but her efforts were futile. Telekinesis, with a gentle yet unyielding pressure, guided her back towards Isaac.

"You've become lazy, haven't you?" Isaac stated, his tone calm but firm.

...Seraphina Valeis (High Seraph of War God) POV

She stood resolutely in the epicenter of a devastated estate.

Azure arcs of electricity danced erratically around her form, periodically grazing her skin and inflicting searing burns. The acrid scent of scorched flesh permeated the air. Yet, her countenance remained immaculately composed, betraying no hint of discomfort or pain.

Scattered around her were the prone figures of various beings. Some were Broklems, others beastkin, and a few were high humans. All bore severe injuries, clinging precariously to consciousness, but undeniably alive.

She had ensured their survival.

Directly before her, a humanoid figure, swathed in resplendent golden robes, was pinned immobile to the ground. An overwhelming, invisible pressure bore down upon him, flattening his form against the fractured flagstones.

"W... What is the meaning of this? Why would an Angel attack us?" the pinned figure struggled to gasp out.

Seraphina advanced with measured steps.

With every stride she took, the blue lightning crackling around her intensified. The very air vibrated with latent energy. The ground beneath her boots turned to blackened char.

"I require complete information regarding every orphanage your [Three Color] Organization has ever established and operated," Seraphina declared, her voice unwavering.

The golden-robed figure visibly tensed.

"That—"

Suddenly, the entire world dissolved into a vibrant shade of purple.

The ravaged landscape of the ruined estate ceased to exist. The customary sky vanished without a trace.

As Seraphina blinked, she found herself standing within a realm composed entirely of an ethereal, pervasive purple. The ground, the atmosphere, even the distant horizon—all shimmered with countless gradients of violet.

A figure, cloaked in deep purple, materialized directly in front of her.

"To what do I owe the profound honor of encountering the War God’s own High Seraph?" the purple-clad individual inquired placidly.

Seraphina’s eyes narrowed with intense scrutiny.

"You... You are the one Isaac refers to as 'Mother'. I have finally uncovered a significant lead," she stated, a palpable aura of power radiating from her.

An immense pressure, imbued with formidable power, exploded outwards from her being.

A direct impact struck the figure clad in purple robes. The woman's shoulders slumped, accompanied by audible creaking of bones. Gritting her teeth, she strained to maintain her footing, yet a smile remained visible beneath her cloak.

"Isaac... which one might you be referring to—" she began.

"If your goal is to stall until the System forcibly returns me to the Divine Realm, abandon that thought. I have accumulated Faith for three thousand years. My current reserves are sufficient to annihilate your entire organization—and you along with it," Seraphina declared coldly.

"That sounds rather perilous," the woman responded, her tone remarkably calm despite the overwhelming pressure.

As the pressure intensified, forcing her to reconsider her words.

"There's no need for such intense anger. I am willing to engage in discussion, but could you perhaps withdraw your imposing aura? It is… quite substantial."

Seraphina remained motionless.

"I suppose that's a no," Mother chuckled.

She then removed a spatial ring from her finger, sending it airborne towards Seraphina. The ring hovered before her, halting its trajectory directly in front of her.

"Within that ring lies all the information I possess concerning that child," Mother stated.

"You have readily available information about him?" Seraphina inquired, her brow furrowed.

"Indeed. That child is... quite fascinating," Mother replied, her smile playing beneath the purple cloak. "Did you know? I once ended his life when he was but a child. Yet, he experienced a miraculous revival."

Seraphina's eyes narrowed.

Mother continued her calm narrative.

"I was not the one who revived him. In truth, I had no comprehension of how he came back to life. He... simply did. That is precisely why I spared him and commenced his observation. Concurrently, I leveraged my connections to amass intelligence regarding Isaac from Hell."

She elaborated further, "Do you grasp what I uncovered? That child has entered into a contract with a Grim Reaper. He has been granted two additional opportunities at life. One such instance was already expended when I terminated his life—"

"Who facilitated this contract?" Seraphina interjected, her voice adopting an icy demeanor. "His parents? Where are they located?"

Forging such a pact was no simple undertaking; it demanded immense sacrifices. It involved divine negotiations and equivalent exchanges.

Only a deity would possess the capacity for such resources.

There existed a distinct possibility that the God of War himself had brokered this deal with the Grim Reaper.

But the question remained: why would he undertake such an action? And specifically, for Isaac?