Day 34 Post-Impact - Night
The Iron Wolves compound sprawled across the old industrial district.
Warehouses converted to barracks. Factories repurposed for weapons and supplies. Guard towers at every corner, spotlights sweeping the perimeter. Two hundred fighters, thirty awakened, all that remained of Viktor Kane's army.
Sarnav floated a kilometer above, invisible in the darkness.
His new senses painted the compound in layers he couldn't have perceived before. Energy flows, structural weaknesses, the bright sparks of awakened souls. He saw everything.
Through the network, his wives watched with him.
How does it look? Jade asked.
Crowded. Organized. They're expecting retaliation.
But not this soon, Ishani added. Kane thinks he has days.
He has minutes.
Sarnav descended.
The first guard tower died without a sound.
Supersonic flight meant he was there before the spotlights could track him. One punch caved in the guard's chest. Another brought the tower down.
No alarm. Not yet.
He moved to the second tower. Then the third. Dimensional sight let him see through walls, anticipate patrols, strike from angles that shouldn't exist.
By the time someone noticed, four towers were down and twelve guards were dead.
"ATTACK! WE'RE UNDER—"
Sarnav silenced the voice with a beam of light that burned through the man's skull.
Ishani's power. One of five now available to him.
The compound erupted into chaos.
They came in waves.
First the normal fighters, armed with scavenged weapons and desperate courage. Sarnav didn't bother with finesse. He walked through them like a storm through leaves, every movement lethal, every strike final.
Nature magic erupted beneath their feet, vines dragging men down, roots crushing bones. Light blazed from his hands, cutting through armor and flesh. Illusions turned squads against each other, friendly fire claiming more than his fists.
"What the fuck is he?" someone screamed.
"A-RANK!" another voice answered. "HE'S A-RANK! RUN!"
Some ran. He let them. The message would spread faster with witnesses.
The awakened came next.
Twenty of them, ranging from F to D rank. They coordinated, tried to surround him, overwhelmed with numbers what they lacked in power.
It didn't matter.
Sarnav activated all five abilities simultaneously.
The world became his weapon.
Vines erupted everywhere, entangling, restraining. Light blazed in blinding flashes, searing eyes and burning skin. Illusions filled the air, phantom attackers striking from impossible directions. Electronic systems went haywire, weapons misfiring, communications scrambling. And beneath it all, rhythm magic disrupted their timing, making coordinated attacks impossible.
They fell in seconds.
When the chaos cleared, Sarnav stood alone among bodies.
Seventeen awakened down, Jade reported through the network. The rest are fleeing toward the main building.
Kane?
Still inside. He's gathering his last defenders.
Good. Let him gather. Let him prepare. Let him understand exactly what was coming for him.
Sarnav walked toward the main building.
The headquarters had been a manufacturing plant before the impact.
Now it was a fortress. Reinforced walls, barricaded doors, guard positions at every window. The remaining Wolf fighters had consolidated here, maybe eighty people, including the last thirteen awakened.
And Kane.
Sarnav could see him through the dimensional sight. A large man, heavily muscled, his C-rank cultivation burning like a torch in Sarnav's enhanced perception. He stood at the center of his remaining forces, shouting orders, projecting confidence he clearly didn't feel.
The network hummed with his wives' attention.
He's scared, Nisha observed. I can almost feel it from here.
He should be, Ishani said.
Don't get cocky, Jade warned. Eighty hostiles is still significant. Even for an A-rank.
It's really not, Sarnav replied.
He raised his hand and brought down the wall.
The explosion of nature magic tore through reinforced concrete like paper.
Vines thick as tree trunks ripped through the structure, opening it like a wound. Fighters scattered, screaming, as their fortress became a death trap.
Sarnav flew through the gap.
Light blazed from his body, a constant radiance that burned anyone too close. Illusions multiplied his form, a dozen phantom Sarnavs attacking from every direction. Digital interference crashed their communication systems, turning organized defense into isolated chaos.
He killed as he moved. Not with rage, not anymore. With cold precision. Each death a step toward Kane. Each fallen fighter clearing the path.
The C-rank cultivator tried to intercept him.
A woman, late twenties, fire powers. She launched attacks that would have threatened a B-rank, flames hot enough to melt steel.
Sarnav walked through them.
His A-rank body shrugged off the heat. His dimensional sight showed him the weak points in her technique. He caught her by the throat, lifted her off the ground, and squeezed.
"Wait—" she choked.
"You attacked my home. Killed my people." His voice was flat. "There's no waiting."
Her neck snapped.
He dropped the body and continued.
Kane met him in the central chamber.
The Wolf Alpha stood among the ruins of his empire, surrounded by the last twenty fighters loyal enough or stupid enough to stay. His face showed the strain of watching everything he'd built collapse in minutes.
"You're him," Kane said. "The B-rank from Harmony."
"A-rank now."
Kane's face paled. "That's... that's not possible. You were B-rank three days ago."
"Things change." Sarnav stopped ten meters away. "Your people attacked my compound. Killed two hundred and eighty-nine innocent people. Children. Families. Non-combatants."
"War has casualties."
"This wasn't war. It was slaughter." Sarnav's voice hardened. "And now it ends."
"Kill him!" Kane screamed.
The last twenty fighters charged.
It lasted twelve seconds.
Sarnav didn't hold back. Five abilities blazing simultaneously, A-rank physical power behind every strike. Men died before they knew they were in danger. Bodies fell in pieces.
When it was over, only Kane remained.
The Wolf Alpha backed away, his confidence finally cracking. He raised his hands, C-rank power gathering for a desperate attack.
"I'll give you everything," he babbled. "The territory, the supplies, all of it. Just let me—"
"No."
Sarnav crossed the distance in an instant.
His fist went through Kane's chest and out the other side.
The Wolf Alpha looked down at the arm protruding from his body, shock overriding pain. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"How..." he whispered. "How did you become this strong... so fast..."
Sarnav leaned close. "I have something worth fighting for."
He pulled his arm free.
Kane collapsed, dead before he hit the ground.
[COMBAT SUMMARY]
[VIKTOR KANE: ELIMINATED]
[IRON WOLVES: DESTROYED]
[ENEMY CASUALTIES: 147 DEAD, 34 FLED, 19 CAPTURED]
[HARMONY CASUALTIES: 0]
[ESSENCE GAINED: +22,000]
[TOTAL ESSENCE: 40,500 / 1,000,000 TO TRIBULATION]
[TERRITORY: IRON WOLVES COMPOUND CLAIMED]
[REPUTATION: FEARED]
Day 35 Post-Impact - Dawn
News spread fast.
By morning, every survivor group in the greater KL area knew what had happened. The Iron Wolves, the largest and most feared raider faction in the region, had been destroyed in a single night. Their leader killed. Their forces scattered. Their territory claimed.
By a single man.
The small groups that had hidden from Kane's aggression emerged. The factions that had feared Wolf expansion breathed easier. And everyone asked the same question.
Who was Sarnav Kish, and what did he want?
The council met in the reclaimed Wolf headquarters.
It was larger than their original compound, better equipped, more defensible. The irony wasn't lost on anyone.
"Combined territory assessment," Chen Wei reported. "Original Harmony compound, Sunway integration zone, northern rift territory, and now the industrial district. We control roughly forty square kilometers."
"Population?"
"Three hundred twenty-three from before, plus the Eastside Runners who survived. Maybe three hundred sixty total." He paused. "But we're getting requests. Other groups want to join. Word of what you did to the Wolves is bringing people in."
"How many requests?"
"Seventeen groups so far. Ranging from twenty people to over a hundred." Chen Wei shook his head in disbelief. "If we accept them all, we'd have over a thousand people by the end of the week."
A thousand people. From the desperate survivors who'd gathered at a school a month ago.
"We accept everyone who wants to contribute," Sarnav decided. "But we vet them properly. No raiders, no criminals, no one who preys on the weak."
"That's going to require infrastructure," Dr. Lim said. "Housing, food distribution, medical care, governance. We're not a survival camp anymore. We're becoming a city."
"Then we build like a city." Sarnav looked around the room. "I want a formal structure. Departments for each major function. Leaders who report to this council. Rules that apply to everyone equally."
"That sounds like a government," Jade observed.
"It is. A small one, but real." He met their eyes. "We're not just surviving anymore. We're building something that lasts. A safe zone. A place where people can live, not just exist."
Nisha spoke up, her voice still weak but determined. "What do we call it?"
Sarnav considered. The system had named his power. Now it was time to name what that power protected.
"Harmony," he said. "The Harmony Safe Zone."
Day 35 Post-Impact - Evening
The celebration was quieter than it should have been.
Too many dead to truly rejoice. Too many empty spaces where friends had been. But there was relief, at least. A sense that the worst was over, that they'd survived something terrible and come out stronger.
Sarnav found his wives on the roof of the new headquarters.
All five of them, arranged in a loose circle, watching the sun set over their expanded territory. Nisha sat closest to the edge, her power slowly recovering. Ishani stood with arms crossed, satisfaction radiating through the bond. Minji had her phone out, documenting everything. Jade analyzed data on her tablet. Ananya sat with her legs tucked beneath her, still processing everything.
"Room for one more?" he asked.
"Always," Nisha said.
He joined them, settling into the space they made for him. The network hummed with their combined presence, five bonds strengthening into something greater than the sum of its parts.
"We did it," Ishani said. "We actually did it."
"You did it," Minji corrected. "We just watched through the network. Which, by the way, was terrifying and awesome in equal measure."
"The biometric data alone will take me weeks to analyze," Jade added. "Your A-rank capabilities exceed theoretical models by a significant margin."
"Is that a compliment?"
"It's an observation. Idiot."
He smiled. "Close enough."
Ananya leaned against his shoulder. "What happens now?"
"We build. We grow. We protect what's ours." He pulled her closer. "And we rest. At least for tonight."
"Just rest?" Ishani's voice held familiar heat. "Because I've been watching you tear through an army for the past twelve hours, and I have some very specific ideas about how to celebrate."
"Ishani—"
"She's not wrong," Nisha said quietly. "We've been feeling everything through the network. The power, the intensity, the victory." She met his eyes. "We want to feel more."
"All of you?"
"All of us," Minji confirmed. "Team celebration. Full party. No one left out."
"The network enhancement from last time was remarkable," Jade added, her cheeks coloring slightly. "I'd like to... observe it again. From a closer perspective."
"Please, sayang," Ananya whispered. "We need this. After everything. We need to feel alive together."
Through the bond, he felt their combined desire. Not just physical. Emotional. The need to reconnect after almost losing everything. To affirm that they were still here, still together, still a family.
"Then let's go somewhere more private."
The master suite of the Wolf headquarters was excessive.
Kane had clearly enjoyed his luxuries. The bed alone could fit ten people. The room was soundproofed, climate-controlled, decorated with looted art and stolen comforts.
Now it served a different purpose.
Five wives. One husband. The network binding them together in ways that transcended the physical.
"How do we even start?" Ananya asked nervously.
"Like this," Ishani said, and kissed her.
The effect was immediate. Through the network, everyone felt the kiss. The surprise, the warmth, the tentative response. Ananya's nervousness melted into curiosity as Ishani guided her deeper.
"That's cheating," Minji complained. "I wanted to start things."
"Then start something," Nisha suggested.
Minji crossed to Sarnav, pushing him onto the bed, straddling him in one smooth motion. "Challenge accepted, oppa."
What followed defied simple description.
Five women, one man, all connected through the network. Every touch was felt six times over. Every kiss, every caress, every moment of pleasure multiplied and shared until individual sensation became collective experience.
Nisha was gentle, emotional, her nature magic making the air smell of flowers and growth. Ishani was aggressive, demanding, her light creating soft glows that highlighted every curve. Minji was playful, competitive, turning intimacy into a game everyone won. Jade was intense, analytical, cataloging responses while losing herself in sensation. Ananya was expressive, her dancer's grace transforming movement into art.
And Sarnav was the center.
He moved between them, guided by the network, knowing exactly what each woman needed. Soft and sweet for Nisha. Hard and fast for Ishani. Playful and teasing for Minji. Rough and overwhelming for Jade. Tender and worshipful for Ananya.
The orgasms came in waves.
One woman's climax triggered the next, cascading through the network until everyone was caught in the feedback loop. Pleasure beyond individual experience, a unified moment of release that left them gasping and trembling.
"Again," Ishani demanded.
"Give us a minute," Minji laughed.
"I don't want a minute. I want more."
They went again. And again. The network made recovery faster, energy flowing between them, exhaustion shared and divided until it barely mattered.
Hours passed.
When they finally collapsed together, tangled in sheets and each other, the sun was rising over their new territory.
"I love you," Sarnav said to all of them. "Every one of you. Different, but equal. Always."
Five responses came back through the bond, overlapping and harmonizing:
"We love you too."
[DUAL CULTIVATION SUMMARY]
[NETWORK-ENHANCED GROUP CULTIVATION (5 WIVES): +75,000]
[EMOTIONAL RESONANCE BONUS: +15,000]
[CELEBRATION MODIFIER: +10,000]
[TOTAL ESSENCE GAINED: +100,000]
[DAILY CAP EXCEEDED - OVERFLOW TO RESERVES]
[CURRENT ESSENCE: 140,500 / 1,000,000 TO TRIBULATION]
[HAREM STATUS: 5 / 32]
[NETWORK EFFICIENCY: OPTIMAL]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE: ESTABLISHED]
[TERRITORY: 40 SQUARE KILOMETERS]
[POPULATION: 360+ (GROWING)]
[REPUTATION: REGIONAL POWER]
Day 36 Post-Impact
The Harmony Safe Zone opened its gates.
Survivors streamed in throughout the day. Families who'd been hiding. Groups who'd lost their leaders. Individuals with nowhere else to go. They came seeking safety, and they found it.
Sarnav watched from the headquarters roof, his wives beside him.
One month since the asteroid. One month since the world ended and something new began.
He'd lost his father. Gained a system. Found love in forms he'd never expected. Built a family that defied conventional definition. Created a safe haven in a world gone mad.
And this was just the beginning.
The system pulsed with quiet satisfaction.
[VOLUME 1: COMPLETE]
[HARMONY SAFE ZONE: ESTABLISHED]
[WIVES BONDED: 5/32]
[CULTIVATION: SOUL TRANSFORMATION (A-RANK)]
[NEXT VOLUME: RISING POWER]
[NEW CHALLENGES AWAIT]
[NEW WIVES AWAIT]
[THE JOURNEY CONTINUES...]
But those were concerns for tomorrow.
Today, Sarnav held his wives close and watched the sun rise over everything they'd built together.
For the first time since the impact, he felt something like peace.