Captured within a prison, thinking that her power would not grow, without realizing how that beast empress had started to influence the very nature of life and death, getting absolute authority over them, and finally creating her own realm as a passage through which souls must pass to reincarnate.

In my old world term, she was simply the queen of Hell.

The afterlife that souls were drawn to upon death, the realm of punishment and torment where the wicked were said to suffer for eternity—all of it which I knew in my past world was the place she ruled.

No one knew how. Sometimes after death the reincarnation circles broke. Given they took it as a mistake in their own capability of resurrecting their souls. But in truth, it was her choice. If she got interested in the soul, then that soul becomes a part of her world.

The demons and monsters that inhabited hell? They were the transformed souls of those who had died while carrying loss in their hearts, converted by her presence into extensions of her will.

The torments and punishments?

Every soul that died and found itself drawn to hell became another servant in her vast, impossible army.

But again, the real question was, how will soul reincarnate if there is no body of the high quality at all? A soul cannot just reincarnate and create a strong body. So, she needed the bodies in which she can infuse strong souls possessing highest quality battle power.

And to create those bodies she needed high quality males to breed with beasts residing in her world.

Clenching my jaw as the pieces fell into place with sickening clarity, I realized exactly why this ancient monster was targeting me.

It wasn't just my power—it was the specific 'nature' of that power.

The breeding energy, the vitality that could enhance and empower multiple partners simultaneously, the ability to create offspring that would inherit divine potential.

"Come on, you smelling bitch," I snarled under my breath, my mind racing. "Think, think, come on!"

She needed bodies. High-quality bodies capable of housing the souls she'd been collecting in her hellish domain. And to create those bodies, she required males with the kind of potent breeding power that could successfully mate with the transformed beasts in her realm—males exactly like me.

My brain was working overtime, calculating escape routes and attack vectors, when another crushing wave of pressure slammed down from above, making the mountain peaks around us crack and crumble.

"I ASKED YOU SOMETHING, INSECT! HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

The voice hit me like a physical blow, each word carrying the weight of eons and the authority of death itself. My knees buckled despite my Great Vehicle cultivation, my enhanced body trembling under the cosmic force of her displeasure.

But I couldn't show weakness. Not now. Not when everything depended on buying time.

"Don't you remember me, My Lady?" I said, forcing my voice to remain steady as I looked up toward the source of that terrible presence. It was pure acting—nothing more, nothing less. There was nothing else I could do except bluff my way through this encounter.

I swiftly charged my inheritance, feeling the Horny God's Legacy surge through my meridians like liquid fire, golden qi blazing around my form as I prepared for what might be my final gambit.

"System!" I commanded internally, "Fast! Charge the Draconic Vine to its absolute limit! Send all my vitality!"

[Warning: Host has already reached safe vitality transfer limits. Charging more vitality into unstable spiritual formation will cause severe physical damage. Risk of body collapse: 87%. Risk of extended hibernation: 94%. Recommend alternative approach.]

"Just fuck it and do it!" I roared, both aloud and through our mental link.

I began transferring my vitality in massive waves, pouring everything I had into the destabilizing vine. The ground beneath my feet started to glow, then blazed with brilliant light as continental-scale formations activated, drawing power from my very life force.

Above me, that terrible voice clearly trembled for the first time since this nightmare began.

"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?"

The pressure decreased slightly as the Empress was pulled into our conversation, her cosmic attention narrowing to focus on my words rather than simply crushing me into paste.

"It's me," I said simply, letting exhaustion and pain color my voice as the vitality transfer continued draining my enhanced reserves.

"WHAT?" The single word carried confusion now, uncertainty mixing with the predatory hunger.

'Dammit, don't detect it!' I thought desperately. If she probed too deeply, she'd instantly realize I carried the Horny God's inheritance—that I wasn't Some fragment of her husband's soul.

She'd catch my lies and end this charade before I could complete the transfer.

I looked toward the countdown timer still floating in my vision, watching as the blast estimate decreased rapidly. The whole continent was now surrounded by that golden light, reality itself bending under the strain of what I was attempting.

It was the only thing I could do. The only way to save myself and everyone I cared about.

The voice was sharp, demanding, when it came again—

But suddenly, a hand materialized out of nowhere and placed itself gently against my cheek.

My eyes lifted, and I saw her materializing before me—the most beautiful woman I had ever beheld.

Her form was only half-solid, caught between dimensions, but even in this incomplete state she was breathtaking. Eyes like winter stars, skin that seemed to be carved from perfect ice, Lips bluish, eyes blinking with a gentle smile on her face, features so flawless they hurt to look at directly.

Her eyes widened as she took in my appearance, lips curling into what might have been recognition or hunger. "WHERE WERE YOU ALL THIS—"

But before she could complete her words, I yelled, not enchanted by that impossible beauty, knowing full well that this was the creature who had orchestrated attacks on my wives, who had manipulated the Immortal Sect, who ruled over the torment of countless souls.

"THIS IS FOR TOUCHING MY WIVES, YOU BITCH!"

Her voice trembled with shock at my sudden aggression. I yanked her hand from my cheek and roared at the top of my lungs:

"ACTIVATE THE FORMATION!"

The continental light blazed beyond the intensity of a thousand suns, reality screaming as dimensional barriers tore like wet paper.

The Draconic Vine's accumulated energy—now charged beyond any safe parameters with my own life force—erupted in a cascade of world-ending power.

But instead of destroying everything in a thousand-mile radius, I also activated the formation they had planned, no, specifically this bitch who dared to hurt my wife had implanted to teleport me within her realm.

I would not have been able to activate it if not for knowing this woman's way of working.

As I had realized that formation these elders might have been forming was to sacrifice their souls to open the gates through which soul enters her world, giving a passage which she should have used to teleport me and my wives into her domain.

So, what I needed to open the formation was simply death energy.

So many souls moving at once opening the fractured gap between the soul world and hers.

And that exactly how she had entered my world and was standing right in front of me, giving me enough evidence that the gates were open and I could use the formation.

And I did, instantly charged all of my energy and activated the formation brute force.

It teleported the entire detonation.

The woman who had been materializing beside me felt her partially-formed body yanked by forces beyond her control as space itself folded and twisted. Her eyes went wide with shock and fury as she realized what I'd done.

I had just weaponized the Draconic Vine's explosion and sent it directly into her realm—into the hellish domain where she'd been collecting souls, where her transformed servants waited, where she'd built her empire of the damned.

"YOU—" she started with strange smile as if she wasn't angry or even a bit fearful, but the dimensional rift swallowed her words as both she and the detonation vanished into the void between realms.

The mountain range fell silent except for my labored breathing.

The countdown timer in my vision had stopped, the threat neutralized—but at a cost I was only beginning to understand.

My body swayed as the full extent of the vitality drain hit me. I'd poured nearly everything into that desperate gambit, leaving myself barely conscious and completely vulnerable.

But I'd won.

The explosion that should have killed fifteen million people was now tearing apart the Frost Wyrm Empress's own domain, turning her accumulated power against her in the most poetic justice I could imagine.

'Now,' I thought as darkness began to creep in at the edges of my vision, 'she wanted me to breed those ugly beasts... now see their mutilated body, you bitch.'

I lost consciousness.

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