Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 359

Chapter 359: 6th Of October: System Awakening Crisis
The gates of my mother’s mansion slid open with the false cheer of a guillotine dropping.

Tonight’s mission: survive Tommy’s nouveau-riche flexing without unleashing chaos on a certain someone. But the chaos inside wasn’t the champagne babble I’d banked on. It was a bomb mid-detonation.

Silence. Thick, suffocating, the kind that presses on your eardrums. Then, EMMA’S VOICE, raw, shredded: “YOU DON’T OWN ME! I’M NOT YOUR GODDAMN REHAB PROJECT, LINDA!”

We froze like ice statues. Mom stood rigid in the vast foyer, face drained to chalk-white, arms clamped around herself like she was hugging a live grenade. Tommy backed away, hands raised palms-out, approaching a snarling, wounded animal. Sarah clutched at Charlotte in the archway, eyes blown wide, a terrified spectator at a train wreck.

Emma spun, locking onto me. Her fury wasn’t just rage; it was warped, infused with betrayal and something… darker. “YOU! You think you can just fix everything, don’t you? YOU CAN’T FUCKING FIX THIS!”

I leaned against the doorframe, exhaustion warring with the reflex to do something. “Well,” I sighed, watching Emma’s shrapnel fly. “Welcome to Wednesday. Where harem divorce angst meets suburban Armageddon.”

The universe cackled. I glanced back at the car – Amanda and Soo-Jin’s faces pressed against tinted glass, distorted witnesses. Amanda’s face was tight with concern, but controlled.

Professional.

Like she was watching a medical emergency unfold and knew panic would only make things worse. When Soo-Jin started to reach for the door handle, Amanda caught her wrist and shook her head sharply. Not now. Not yet. Stay back.

Ms. Chen stood beside Tommy, her tiny hand swallowed in his, looking like a beautiful marble statue about to crack.

But the second my eyes landed on her… everything shifted.

The air rippled. Not like heat haze, but like reality itself was a pond someone’d dropped a boulder into. The towering marble columns… they bent. The walls stretched like taffy at the edges of my vision. Colors bled – crimson into emerald into impossible ultraviolet – then fractured into jagged shards.

What the actual fuck—

[DING! System forced upgrade detected…]

The words burned. Not on a screen. Inside my eyes. Carved into my retinas with a red-hot knife, floating in the air like a death sentence.

[10%…]

A needle. Thin, ice-cold. Pierced the space behind my left eye. Sharp. Clinical. Like a probe threading through molasses.

[20%…]

The needle became a nail. Driving deeper. My hand snapped to my temple, knuckles white, pressing bone against bone.

“Peter?” Mom’s voice. Muffled. Distant. Like shouting through thick glass. “What’s wrong?”

[30%…]

The nail became a railroad spike. White-hot. Forging a path through my frontal lobe. My knees buckled. Shoulder slammed into the doorframe, hard.

“Peter!” Emma’s rage evaporated. Replaced by something raw, primal. Fear. “What’s happening to your—”

[40%…]

The spike became a sword. Sizzling. Carving through gray matter like butter. Every. Single. Nerve. In. My. Head. Ignited. At. Once.

A choked gasp tore from my throat. “Ah…” Pathetic. Weak.

[50%…]

[DING! Upgrade halted!] [DING! New System awakening…]

The sword exploded. A thousand white-hot fragments, each seeking a new synapse to annihilate. Vision flashed white, then crimson, then something beyond color my brain couldn’t compute.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH—”

The scream wasn’t mine. It belonged to a dying animal. A nightmare given sound.

My body gave out. I slammed face-first onto the cold marble. Convulsions hit like lightning. Muscles seized, locked, ripped. My spine arched so violently it felt like snapping. Skull cracked against stone.

“PETER!”

Mom’s voice, sharp as broken glass. Heard the frantic slap of expensive shoes on marble. Slipping.

“What’s wrong with him?!” Sarah, shrill, cracking. “What’s HAPPENING?!”

My eyes. They wouldn’t close. Couldn’t. Felt like they were swelling, burning out of their sockets. Bloodshot, bulging, locked wide open. My jaw slack, another scream building in my chest, a physical thing tearing upwards.

“OH GOD—” Emma, sobbing now. “I’m sorry! Peter, I’m SORRY! It was just a prank—we were just—”

“AAAHHHHHHHGOD—”

Agony doubled. Tripled. Imagine molten lead poured directly into your brainstem. My limbs flailed, puppet limbs controlled by a sadistic god, heels drumming erratically against the floor.

Mom’s knees hit marble beside me. Her hands on my face, cold, shaking, desperately probing. “Baby? What hurts? Talk to me! What is it?!”

Words. Tried to form them. Tried. The pain ate them before they hit my tongue. Only ragged gasps escaped.

“ARIA—” I choked out, clawing at the air. “ARIA, what’s—”

“Peter, your entire neural network is being rewritten!” ARIA’s voice, static-laced, pure panic crackling from my watch. “Something’s coming online—something massive—I can’t–!”

Sarah dropped down. Her hands joined Mom’s, fluttering uselessly over my thrashing limbs. “Should we call 911? Should we—”

“TOMMY!” Mom screamed, raw desperation tearing her voice. “GET THE CAR! NOW!”

“No—wait—” Tommy, voice shaking, distant. “I’ll get the stretcher from the gym—it’s—”

My vision split. One part: my family’s terrified faces swimming above me – Mom’s tears splashing hot on my cheek, Emma’s fake tantrum forgotten, her fingers blindly grabbing for my flailing hand, Charlotte dropping to her knees beside them.

“Peter, what do you need?” Charlotte’s voice cracked with desperate urgency. “Anything. Tell me what you want – I’ll get it for you, I swear. Money? Doctors? I’ll call anyone, buy anything – just please…” Her hands hovered over me, shaking. “Just wake up. Please just wake up.”

If Madison were here, she would have told them all to relax. That I’d be fine. She’d seen part of this kind of awakening before, understood what was happening to me. But she wasn’t here, and without her calm authority, everyone was spiraling into panic.

The other part: my soul. Being flayed. Molecules torn apart. Something ancient and hungry constructing itself in the wreckage. Rewiring every circuit. Injecting foreign code. The feeling was… violation. Violent. Sacred. Profane.

“Peter, please!” Emma’s voice shattered completely. “It was October sixth! The prank day! We do this every year—it wasn’t real—PLEASE WAKE UP!”

Wanted to tell her. It wasn’t you. It’s not the prank. It’s… ME. But my throat was a raw tunnel for screams alone. The agony crescendoed, a tidal wave threatening to pulverize what little remained of me.

My bulging, bloodshot eyes found Ms. Chen in the distance. Still frozen. Still achingly beautiful. Utterly unaware she’d thrown the match on this pyre.

“MAKE IT STOP—” I begged the universe. My family. The pain. “MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP—”

[DING! Host neural capacity at CRITICAL FAILURE POINT!]

The system’s voice. Cold. Impersonal. Terrifying.

[Host MUST transform into Dark Lord Mode to prevent PERMANENT CEREBRAL DAMAGE!]

Not here. Not NOW. Not in front of them.

“ARIA—” I gasped around the screams, each word shredded. “Put me… put me… to sleep… before I… change…”

“Peter, I don’t know if I can—”

Another wave hit. Worse than all before. A supernova inside my skull. My body seized so violently I heard something pop – a tendon? A bone? Vision whited out completely. Darkness pressing in at the edges.

Last sensations registered: Tommy’s feet pounding past me towards the house. Mom’s sobs, a counterpoint to my inhuman screams. Amanda still in the car, her face pressed against the glass, tears streaming but maintaining her composure even as she watched her god suffer. And somewhere, impossibly far away… Ms. Chen’s face. Concern etching its perfection. Beautiful. Utterly oblivious.

She was the spark.

[DING! Taboo System initializing…]

What the fuck was a Taboo System? Even through the agony, my mind raced. I hadn’t lost the Dark Lord Seduction System – no, that was still there, humming beneath the surface. This was something else. Something the original system had awakened. Another layer. Another power.

But why now? Why her?

The darkness that swallowed me whole wasn’t empty. It was liquid. Burning. Choking. And in its depths, something other… something dark… opened its eyes.