[Location: Central Park, New York]

I suggested changing the location from the cafe and park, being near the cafe, Artemis quickly agreed and walked ahead of us.

But my focus was on the system notification, which finally showed the rewards from the urgent quest and how much my level rose from killing a Minotaur and Ares's avatar.

[Rewards are calculated...]

[Rewards are as follows:

• + 200 Stat Points

• Title Acquired: [God-Eater]

• Skill Acquired: [Bloodlust Resonance (Passive)]

• +2 Random Loot Box (Blessed)

• +2 Random Loot Box (Cursed)]

[Skill Evolution Available: [Sovereign Haki: Trinity Crown] – Conqueror's Will branch resonates with War God Fragment. Evolution path unlocked.]

[Level up!]

[Level up!]

[Level up!]

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[Level u- Error!]

Tti-Ring!

[The Host has reached the required level.]

[You have received a 'Job Change Quest'.]

[The accumulated EXP will be temporarily stored until the quest is complete.]

The text burned into my vision before fading, leaving behind the faint afterimage of power surging through my veins. I could feel it—every stat point, every shift in my core. Strength flooding my limbs until the world itself felt lighter. My senses sharpened until I swore I could hear the heartbeat of a squirrel hiding in a nearby oak. The War God Fragment pulsed within me like an ember that refused to die, syncing with my Conqueror's Will until even the night seemed to bow in submission.

But if the world felt like it was kneeling, the women beside me were ready to tear each other apart.

Artemis stopped abruptly and spun on her heel, eyes like daggers, her bow flashing into existence with the barest thought. "Why is she here?" she hissed, her voice low, brittle, and vibrating with restrained fury. The moonlight seemed to flare around her, every beam sharpening like a blade.

Zeraphira's grip on me tightened until my bones protested. She stepped forward, half in front of me, as if shielding me from Artemis, though her own aura of Wrath boiled the air around us. "Darling belongs to me. You… you're nothing but a pretender. A thief sniffing around what isn't yours."

The air between them thickened like a battlefield seconds before war. Joggers on the path stumbled, suddenly gripped by an instinctive fear they couldn't name, veering away with quickened steps. Mortals weren't supposed to see gods and demons for what they were, but their bodies still reacted—the way mice react to the shadow of an owl.

Artemis's jaw tightened, and her gaze flicked to the way Zeraphira clung to me. I could almost see the thoughts forming—how dare she touch him like that? How dare she act so brazen? The goddess who claimed chastity as her creed, yet here she was, trembling with jealousy so raw it cracked her pride like glass.

Zeraphira wasn't subtle. She leaned closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder, her voice a sultry whisper meant for Artemis's ears alone. "See, Darling doesn't push me away. He needs me." Her eyes glowed faintly violet, a promise and a threat entwined.

The huntress's aura spiked dangerously, her bowstring humming with power. "If he truly needed you, fiancée of Wrath, then why was I the one who stood by his side in battle? Why was I the one who bled beside him against the Minotaur?"

I was like: You forgot to add that, you wanted to kill me before Minotaur could.

But her expression said: Details~ Details~

That landed. Zeraphira's eyes narrowed, and for the first time, her trembling wasn't from suppressed affection—it was rage. But before either could act, I raised a hand.

"Enough."

The word wasn't loud, but the Conqueror's Will behind it cracked through the air like thunder. Both of them froze, even if just for a second, their bodies responding before their pride could. Artemis's eyes widened, her breath hitching as though my will had just wrapped around her throat. Zeraphira shuddered against me, and her grip on my arm tightened, not in resistance but in need.

I stepped forward, placing myself between them, the night air humming with my suppressed power. "You want to fight? Do it later. Right now, we're in the middle of Central Park, and I'd rather not make tomorrow's headlines about mysterious craters and lightning storms in Manhattan."

Neither answered. Artemis's lips parted, then pressed shut. Zeraphira's aura flared before dimming, though her eyes still burned with the violet storm. Both of them were shaking, though for very different reasons.

I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair. "Lesson two of How to Handle Yanderes 101," I muttered, half to myself. "When in doubt, assert dominance and pray they don't stab each other in the back while you're looking away."

Artemis caught it, of course. Her glare was lethal. "Yandere? You dare call me—"

"Shut up, you love it," I cut her off smoothly, smirking just enough to make her blush flare scarlet.

Zeraphira growled, her head lifting from my shoulder to glare at Artemis with renewed vigour. "Don't compare me to her. My love is pure."

"Sure it is," I muttered, though I didn't move her hand from where it clutched me like a lifeline.

The park was quiet again, but the tension was far from gone. My system's rewards, the looming Job Change Quest, Artemis's trembling pride, and Zeraphira's wrathful obsession—everything layered into a storm I could barely keep contained. And yet, as I looked between them, I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips.

Olympus wanted my head. Hell wanted my soul. The world wanted me erased.

But these two?

They wanted me.

And somehow, that was more terrifying than anything else.

...

Not this again~

We were sitting on the bench, or say me and Artemis, and I were sitting on the bench while Zeraphira was sitting on my lap. Not beside me, not across, but squarely planted on me like a cat that had decided the rest of the world could burn. Her crimson hair spilt over my chest, and every few seconds, she shifted just enough to remind Artemis that she had absolutely no intention of moving.

Artemis's jaw was clenched so tight I swore I could hear her teeth grinding. She sat stiffly on the bench, arms crossed, bow propped against her knee, eyes locked on the lake ahead. But her foot tapped—sharp, rapid, like a war drum she didn't want to admit was hers.

"Comfortable?" I asked, my voice dry as sand.

"Mm~" Zeraphira hummed, nuzzling into me. "Darling is warm. I've waited centuries for this… I won't let go." Her violet eyes flicked sideways toward Artemis, and the corner of her mouth curved into a smirk sharp enough to cut glass.

Artemis's aura spiked. The lake's surface rippled despite the windless night. "Do you have no shame? Flaunting yourself like this in public?"

Zeraphira tilted her head lazily, as if the goddess's words were gnats buzzing in her ear. "Shame? No. Possession? Yes." She pressed her cheek harder against me. "He's mine."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Lesson three of How to Handle Yanderes 101," I muttered. "Never give them the same bench. It's basically asking for war."

Artemis snapped her gaze toward me, silver eyes flashing. "Stop trivialising this! Do you understand what you've done? With Ares, with that fragment? You carry a death sentence every god in Olympus will be eager to enforce."

"Death sentence, death glare, death hug," I sighed. "Feels like my life's already over, honestly."

"Darling!" Zeraphira gasped, gripping my collar as if I'd just confessed to betrayal. "Don't say such things. I'll kill them all first. Olympus, Hell, mortals—whoever stands in the way. I'll burn the world to ash before I let anyone touch you."

The scary part? She meant it. Every syllable vibrated with Wrath, not as bluster, but as fact.

Artemis's fingers twitched against her bowstring, a storm brewing in her chest. "You're insane."

Zeraphira's smile widened. "Yes." She tilted her head sweetly. "But he doesn't mind."

All eyes turned to me.

"...Right, Darling?"

I stared at her. Then at Artemis. Then, at the faint outline of the moon hanging above the park, which suddenly looked way too smug.

Gods. Demons. Yanderes.

And I was stuck in the middle.

And let's not forget the other six fiancées.

How the hell was I supposed to survive?

ChatGPT said:

I rubbed the bridge of my nose again, trying to summon any shred of patience left in me. Zeraphira's weight pressed against me like a living furnace, and Artemis's aura of taut silver fury practically vibrated through the air. Somewhere deep in my mind, the Lucifer System pinged again, almost laughing at my predicament.

[Alert: Yandere Activity Detected – Multiple Subjects. Risk Level: Cataclysmic.]

I ignored it. For now. My eyes darted between them, searching for a way to keep both alive without losing my sanity. "Lesson four," I muttered under my breath, "if you can't separate them physically, at least do it psychologically." Not sure if that would work, but at this point, desperate measures were mandatory.

Zeraphira tilted her head, violet eyes sparkling as if she'd just caught the joke. "Psychology? Darling, are you planning to play with my mind now?"

I cleared my throat. "Not your mind. The other one." My gaze snapped toward Artemis, who recoiled as if my words were a blade. Her hands clenched her bow tighter, fingers white against the polished wood.

"You…" she started, voice low, trembling with both rage and something else entirely. "You… you toy with me constantly. First on the battlefield, now—here."

I held up a hand. "No. Not toy. Strategy. Think of it like chess. Only… every piece is screaming, flailing, and threatening to murder each other. And I'm apparently the pawn and the king at the same time."

Zeraphira giggled, a soft, dangerous trill. "Chess? I prefer… fire chess. Every move burns, and the loser gets obliterated." She pressed closer, heat radiating off her like molten iron. "You, of course, are the board. And Darling… I always win."

Artemis's eyes narrowed, every muscle coiled, aura thrumming. "You can't—he doesn't—he won't choose anyone over his duty, over—" Her voice cracked, and I knew I'd hit the raw nerve.

I leaned back slightly, sighing. "Lesson five: never assume yanderes think logically. If they did, I'd be dead a thousand times over already."

Both women froze for a moment, processing the simple fact of my survival, my continued breathing, and the sheer audacity of my tone. And realised then—this wasn't about logic. This was about hearts, pride, and centuries of obsession all colliding in one messy, combustible pile.

Zeraphira nuzzled my chest again, whispering, "Darling… I'll protect you, no matter what. Even if she—" Her violet storm flickered toward Artemis, dangerous, possessive.

Artemis's bowstring hummed. "Even if she dies?"

Zeraphira's eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. "Even if she dies."

I winced. "Uh… maybe let's hold off on the murder clause? Just… temporarily?"

I exhaled slowly, trying to sound casual despite the burning heat of Zeraphira on my lap and Artemis practically vibrating beside me. "Anyway… what about Olympus? Will Ares personally come hunting, or will he just wail over to Zeus and beg for a thunderbolt pity party? And seriously—can Zeus even take time off from his… uh… regular humping shenanigans to care?"

Zeraphira let out a soft trill of laughter, brushing her crimson hair across my chest like liquid fire. Her hands traced idle patterns over my shoulders, and I could feel her pulse humming with barely contained obsession. "Darling… even the gods would think twice before touching you while I'm around," she murmured, voice low and sultry, each word vibrating through me like a promise—and a warning.

Artemis's eyes narrowed, silver light flashing like steel. "You really think a mortal—or a demon—can face the fury of Olympus alone? Even with her… her ridiculous Wrath obsession?!" She gestured vaguely at Zeraphira, still practically fused to my torso. "It's lunacy!"

"Not alone," I corrected, tilting my head. "I have… support." My gaze flicked to Artemis, letting my words land like a stone thrown into a still pond. "You, of course, have been indispensable. And she—" I patted Zeraphira's head gently, feeling her nuzzle closer, "will make sure nobody touches me while you plan your… divine retaliation."

The air thickened around us again. Artemis's bow hummed as though it could snap under the weight of her tension, her hands flexing on the polished wood. Every ounce of her goddess discipline screamed to attack, yet every heartbeat of hers was betraying the storm of jealousy I'd stirred.

Zeraphira's violet eyes flicked toward Artemis, smouldering like twin amethyst coals. "Darling is mine," she whispered, almost teasingly, yet the steel behind her words could shatter stone. "But… I welcome you to try to compete. I'll enjoy seeing how much fire she burns before realising she's no match."

Artemis stiffened so violently I thought the bench might collapse under her. "Compete?!" she spat. Her voice wavered between rage and… something else. Something forbidden, because even gods could feel desire, and right now hers was a maelstrom of unacknowledged longing. "This isn't—this isn't a game!"

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