NOVGO.NET Chapter 195: Paradise?
Chapter 195: Paradise?
Back in the Erebus Galaxy, more specifically on the World of Thal…
Ash found himself on a floor that felt like pure paradise. After leaving the floor of Foxes, he didn’t bother stopping at every level along the way. Instead, he stuck to his original plan, moving forward without paying attention to what was happening on each floor.
That was until… he reached floor 95—it was four floors from the last inhabitable floor. The reason he stopped was because it was unlike any of the others.
This floor was a living garden of eternal bloom and seductive opulence, a matriarchal paradise sculpted by feminine will. Towering trees of rose-gold bark rose into skies painted in perpetual sunset hues—crimson, violet, and molten amber…
Rivers of liquid starlight wound through emerald meadows, their waters warm and faintly glowing, reflecting not the sky but the deepest fantasies of whoever gazed into them.
Floating gardens hung suspended by invisible threads…
Every structure was curvaceous, elegant, adorned with intricate carvings of entwined female forms—symbols of unity, dominance, creation, and pleasure—while statues of heroic women along winding paths, their eyes seeming to follow every movement with knowing amusement.
The air itself thrummed with soft, melodic laughter and distant song, a constant undercurrent of feminine energy that made the realm feel alive, welcoming… and subtly predatory to any male presence.
That’s right—this floor was ruled by a woman and held mostly women.
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“This has to be paradise, right?” Ash said with a smile as he appeared floating in the skies. Elysia had been filling him in as usual, and the details made him smile in delight.
[This floor has a weird restriction… There are hardly any men here because they face heavy restrictions… Their power is completely halved as their precepts are locked. Not just that… all women here are unnaturally horny.] Elysia said.
“Definitely paradise… this place was just waiting for me.” He said as he began to descend from the skies, Elysia continuing to explain the races.
[This realm has many races similar to floors below; however, the three strongest races are led by three women. They are Succubus, Harpies, and Guardians.]
He descended toward the central city—a sprawling metropolis of spiraling towers and open-air plazas….
The moment Ash’s feet touched the ground—bare soles meeting warm stone—every woman on the street froze.
Time seemed to stutter.
Succubi paused mid-stride, eyes widening, tails flicking once in unison like a shared heartbeat, lips parting in silent hunger as their gazes locked onto him.
Harpies felt heat rush to their abodmens almost instantly, feathers ruffling as predatory instincts flared.
Guardians—tall, half-naked women with bronze skin and red tattoos—stopped in their patrols, spears lowering slightly, eyes glowing brighter as they drank in his presence.
The entire street went still.
Women leaned out of windows, hands gripping sills, breaths catching.
Market vendors froze with trays of glowing fruit, eyes glazing over.
Dancers in open plazas halted mid-twirl, silk garments settling around them like fallen petals, chests rising and falling faster.
They stared at him like prey.
Not fear—never fear—but hunger.
Like wolves scenting fresh blood after a long winter. Like flowers turning toward the sun they had been denied for centuries.
Every gaze was heavy, unblinking, pupils dilating as they took in his alabaster skin shimmering with stars, the crown of pink-white-silver horns, the massive wings folded behind him, the sheer masculine presence that violated their realm’s unspoken law.
A low, collective breath rippled through the crowd—half sigh, half growl.
Ash stood there, hands in pockets, dressed in black sweatpants, plain white tee along with one infinity earring hanging from his left ear.
Elysia’s voice was quiet in his mind.
[Master… you just walked into the lioness den.]
He smiled as notifications of affection flooded in, but before he could respond to Elysia, space twisted and warped, and three beings suddenly appeared before him.
Each of them radiating the power of Peak Cosmic Overlord….
Much like the other floors, everyone here was a Cosmic Overlord too, yet even so, every woman present knelt in the presence of these three.
The one directly in front of Ash eyeing him like a hawk… She stood tall at 6 foot 2 inches with pale skin that was feathered in soft brown plumes along her arms, legs, and even the edges of her pointed ears.
Her hair was a wild cascade of auburn waves streaked with gold, framing a face sharp and beautiful—high cheekbones, full lips curved in perpetual challenge, eyes a piercing amber that gleamed with avian intensity.
Massive wings of bronze and white feathers arched behind her, each plume edged in razor sharpness, her body petite yet powerful, clad in armor of lightweight gold scales that hugged every curve while leaving arms and midriff bare.
She was Mira Heights, the leader of the Harpies.
Her eyes left Ash for the slightest moment as she looked at the woman to her right.
She was just as tall, but she was dripping in charm… in seduction.
She had two obsidian horns shooting from her forehead, curling backward like a crown of night. Her hair was long black with purple streaks that shimmered like liquid amethyst, falling in silky waves to her waist.
On her backside she had two small bat-like wings along with a heart-tipped tail that swayed hypnotically.
Her skin was flawless porcelain with a faint lavender tint, eyes glowing deep purple with heart-shaped pupils that pulsed with raw allure, body curvaceous and unashamed—clad only in sheer black silks that clung to every generous curve, leaving little to imagination.
“I was here first.” Mira said plainly.
“So what?” Lithia said as her purple eyes that held hearts shone brightly as she looked at Ash like a specimen.
“Such a… man shouldn’t be hoarded.”
Diana smiled hearing this as she stood to the left.
She looked much different than the other two, she was six foot eight inches tall and was fit—broad shoulders, powerful arms corded with muscle, legs like tree trunks yet elegantly proportioned.
Her skin was bronzed and flawless, marked with intricate red tattoos that glowed faintly—symbols of strength and conquest winding across her thighs, abdomen, and chest.
Her hair was a mane of wild platinum blonde tied in warrior braids, eyes a fierce emerald green that burned with unyielding will.
She was nearly naked, wearing only simple fabrics—a loincloth of white leather and a band across her chest that barely contained her powerful frame—every inch of her radiating raw dominance.
“Well, if that’s the case I will have him first. It’s been far too long since the Guardians has had good meat.” She said as she reached outwards for Ash’s shoulder.
Mira frowned as her eyes glowed for a second and Diana froze. She easily willed the Concept of Movement into action.
Diana clicked her tongue seeing this as Mira spoke.
“Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be…” She said as she looked back at Lithia.
“I agree he shouldn’t be hoarded… So, I say he stays with each of our factions for 10,000-year intervals at a time… But once again, I was here first.”
Hearing this the three women broke out into a big argument.
The entire time this was going on the kneeling women all were secretly hoping for their leader to win… Even those that weren’t succubi, harpies, or guardians… They still fell under the domain of one of these women…
And the man in question, well he stood here watching it all in glee.
All of the women here no doubt thought he was powerless like any other man would be… Yet, he stood here just fine as he held back the urge to laugh.
’I should go along with this right?’ He said to Elysia.
[You’re not going to listen to me anyways… Your mind is already made up.] She responded in resignation.
[Just remember we do not have ten thousand years to spend here.]
’Well of course not… a few days won’t hurt though.’ Ash said as he was already formulating a plan for these three women.
And as their argument came to an ending one of them stepped forward…
Even with the affection that had already reached 40%… just by his presence, she looked at him like nothing special. He could be the most beautiful being in existence, but currently to them he was nothing more than pleasure… a powerless pleasure tool.
“You’re coming with me. Don’t speak or I’ll rid you of your tongue permanently.” As she said this, she grabbed his shoulder and disappeared.
[A/N: The next perhaps 2-3 Chapters will be R-18, they will be labeled. Nothing too important story wise will happen in those Chapters, however the Chapter that follow will be a result of his actions during that time.]