The Divine Executioner didn't breathe; he radiated. Every inch of his silver armor was etched with runes of purity that stung my eyes. He was a walking sun, a literal manifestation of "Order," and I was the smudge of dirt he intended to wipe away.
"You dare command the fallen to strike at the Heavens?" the Executioner's voice boomed, echoing off the skyscrapers of Gangnam. "The girl of shadows and the woman of ice are but pawns in your path of corruption. I shall liberate them from your filth."
I felt the ground beneath my feet turn to glass from the sheer heat of his aura. But I wasn't the same weakling who carried bags for C-Rankers anymore. I felt the pulse of the [Harem Resonance] skill. It felt like two invisible tethers connected my heart to So-Hee and Yuna. Through those tethers, I could feel their desire, their power, and their newfound hunger.
"Liberate them?" I chuckled, the sound distorted by the golden mist still clinging to my skin. "They don't look like they want to be liberated. They look like they want to see what a God's blood tastes like."
I glanced at my EXP bar. It was still ticking upward. Apparently, back-talking a deity was considered "High-Level Impudence."
[Condition Met: Divine Blasphemy.]
[Multiplier EXP x10,000 active.]
[Current EXP available for conversion: 1.2 Billion.]
"So-Hee, Yuna," I whispered. "Take him. Don't hold back. The more 'indecent' the victory, the stronger we get. Show him the power of the Earth's desires."
Yuna was the first to move. She didn't run; she dissolved into a puddle of violet shadow and reappeared directly behind the Executioner. Her dual katanas were no longer just blades; they were jagged teeth of darkness, vibrating with the Resonance buff I was feeding her.
"Get away from my husband!" she shrieked.
Her strike was a blur of violet light. The Executioner raised his spear, parrying with a clank of metal that sent a shockwave through the street, shattering every window for three blocks. But Yuna didn't stop. She moved like a flickering flame, her movements erratic, driven by the [Fragrance of Forbidden Desires] that had turned her obsession into a weapon.
On the other side, Park So-Hee wasn't playing the supportive role. She raised her hands, and the very humidity in the air crystallized. Not into simple ice shards, but into intricate, beautiful, and terrifying statues of frozen agony.
"You talk of purity," So-Hee said, her voice dripping with cold disdain. "But you have no idea how boring the Heavens are. I prefer the heat of this man's depravity."
She clenched her fist. The statues exploded into a million needles of frost, all converging on the Executioner's joints.
The Executioner roared, his silver spear spinning in a circle, creating a vacuum of holy light that disintegrated the ice and pushed Yuna back. "ENOUGH! I am Uriel's chosen! I shall not be mocked by—"
He stopped. His eyes—visible through the slits of his marble mask—widened.
I was standing right in front of him. I hadn't moved at a normal speed. I had used a [Flash Step] purchased with 100 million EXP during the distraction. But I wasn't holding a sword.
I had my hand on his chest plate. Specifically, on the rune of "Absolute Chastity."
"Nice armor," I said. "It'd be a shame if someone... corrupted it."
I funneled a massive amount of "Indecent Aura" directly into his divine seal. The gold-and-pink mist flowed from my fingertips like ink into clear water. The silver armor began to turn a bruised, dark purple. The runes started to scream—a literal, high-pitched sound of celestial agony.
[Skill Usage: Corruptive Touch.]
[Status: Divine Purity compromised.]
[The Executioner is experiencing 'Spiritual Cognitive Dissonance'.]
"GET OFF ME!" the God-slayer yelled, his voice cracking. He swung his spear in a desperate arc.
I didn't dodge. I let the spear-butt slam into my ribs.
[Damage Received: 0. (Level 99 Defense + Harem Resonance Shield).]
The impact didn't even make me flinch. Instead, I grabbed the shaft of the spear and pulled him closer. Behind me, I could feel So-Hee and Yuna closing in, their auras merging with mine. The Resonance was reaching its peak.
"Do you feel that?" I asked, my face inches from his mask. "That's not just mana. That's the weight of every fantasy, every hidden want, and every 'perversion' you've tried to suppress in the world. It's a lot heavier than your 'purity', isn't it?"
I felt the [Chains of Submission] rattling in my inventory, demanding to be used. But not on him. He was just a messenger. I wanted him to go back to the Heavens with a message written in his own scars.
"So-Hee, now!" I commanded.
The Ice Queen didn't miss a beat. She lunged forward, not with ice, but with her bare hands, grabbing the Executioner's helmet. Yuna jumped onto his back, her shadow-blades biting into the gaps of his armor. Together, the three of us bore the Divine Executioner to the ground—the literal image of a God being dragged into the dirt by a man and his obsessed harem.
The cameras of the world were still rolling. The drones were capturing every second of this blasphemy.
"This is for the 'God of Chastity'," I said, leaning down over the pinned warrior.
I didn't kill him. I did something worse. I reached into the system store one more time.
[Item Purchased: Mark of the Degenerate (Permanent).]
[Cost: 300 Million EXP.]
I pressed my thumb against the Executioner's forehead, right above the mask. A black, flickering brand appeared on his skin—the symbol of a heart wrapped in thorns.
[Effect: The target can no longer enter 'Holy Ground'. The target is now recognized by the Heavens as a 'Sinner of the Flesh'.]
The Executioner let out a final, soul-shattering wail before a pillar of light—not from him, but from the sky—tried to reclaim him. The Heavens were pulling their tainted soldier back before he could be corrupted further.
As he began to dissolve into particles of light, I leaned in one last time.
"Tell your boss... I'm coming for the rest of his statues next. And I'm bringing company."
The light vanished. The highway was silent once again, save for the crackling of broken glass and the heavy, synchronized breathing of the two women at my side.
Yuna was clinging to my arm, her face buried in my shoulder, shaking with a mix of exhaustion and arousal. So-Hee stood tall, but her hand stayed firmly on my waist, her fingers digging into my skin as if afraid I'd vanish.
I looked at the notifications filling my vision.
[Victory Achieved against a Divine Entity.]
[Hidden Achievement Unlocked: God-Teaser.]
[Reward: 1,000,000,000 EXP.]
[Title Granted: The Pervert Who Defied the Stars.]
I looked at my bank balance. I was the richest, most powerful, and most hated man on the planet. And I was just getting started.
"Well," I said, looking at the city lights of Séoul. "I think we need a bigger hotel room. And a lot more artifacts."
So-Hee smiled, a slow, predatory curve of her lips. "I own the Penthouse at the Lotte Tower, Jin-Woo. It's reinforced against S-Rank attacks... and it's very, very private."
"I'm coming too!" Yuna hissed, her eyes glowing violet. "I'm not letting him out of my sight!"
I sighed, feeling the weight of the golden chains in my pocket. Chapter 4 was over, but the real "grind" was just beginning.