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Aric was a bottom-of-the-barrel adventurer: weak, broke, paws barely touching the ground. When betrayal leaves him dead in a dungeon, he finds himself in a strange void before a sultry goddess, Nyx, the Empress of Desire. She gives him a second chance, with one unconventional power: the Dominance System, a kind of blessing that allows him to become stronger by defeating hearts, and minds, and bodies.

Reborn in a new body with greater charm, strength, and some mysterious abilities, Aric must survive a world of ruthless nobles, powerful adventurers, and calculating deities. His power does not come from brute force alone, but from seduction, submission, and control. Each woman he overpowers makes him stronger, unlocking new abilities and revelations about the gods who dictate this world.

Aric, however, quickly discovers the truth—his system isn’t simply an instrument of pleasure; it’s a taboo weapon of the gods, one that could make him the ultimate ruler… or the greatest threat to all of existence.

Now, with charm, connectivity and an endless lust for power, he will walk to the summit, one conquest at a time.

Dominance System: Rise of the Lustborn Overlord

The throne room was quiet, except for the ragged gasps of Montclair's breath. The great fallen noble crouched on the cold marble floor, defeated, his will shattered, his power shattered. Already, the nobles that had assembled there were beginning to turn their allegiance—to Aric.

[ Montclair is finished. But this is just the start.]

[ A ruler does not just seize power. A ruler must master.]

[ The ability to impose absolute mastery of the court, to bend each noble, every knight, and every servant to your will. ]

This was different from the others. The System had given him tools—tactics to control, to conquer.

[ Accept Sovereign's Throne? Y/N ]

With it, there would be no doubt, no uprising. All the nobles in court would do as he said, not out of fear, not out of obligation—but because they wouldn't be able to help it.

But did that really sound like what he desired?

The System's presence wavered, as if weighing him.

Because this power came with a cost.

To sit on the Sovereign's Throne was to sacrifice something—his free will for something else? His ambition? His very soul?

He would be no brutal tyrant, bound by a power that outran his will.

He would succeed on his own strength.

The presence of the System faded, but Aric sensed—the offer would still be there.

An allurement he would have to break once more.

Aric focused his thoughts anew upon the crippled noble who stood before him.

Montclair shook with his fists clenched in the marble floor.

"P-please…," he panted, his voice rough. "Spare me…"

The great Duke, the man who had ruled by iron fist, now pleaded for mercy.

Aric knelt on one knee, his voice icy.

"Spare you?" he whispered. "After everything?"

Montclair's eyes looked around the room. The nobles—the same ones who had cowered before him—now stood in quiet, waiting for Aric to pass judgment.

For them, the war was already won.

And with a wave of his wrist, he sealed Montclair's destiny.

The guards took Montclair away, his cries ringing down the corridors.

The nobles, the knights, even the counselors—all waited for Aric.

And they fell on their knees individually.

It was not fear that caused them to do so.

Montclair had ruled with brute force—but Aric?

Aric had orchestrated this downfall.

He had come in darkness, moving in shadows, until there was no one left to stand against him.

And as Aric surveyed his new court, the weight of his triumph settled upon him.

Chapter 43: The System's Ultimate Prize