HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 245: Divine Power

The boy's breath came in ragged bursts, each inhale sharp, every exhale trembling with pain. Snowflakes drifted past his face, melting against the hot blood pooling from his scalp. His world was reduced to shadows and cold, the crushing weight of stone pinning him to the ground.

His right leg was trapped beneath the jagged rubble of the cabin wall. No matter how hard he strained, the stone wouldn't budge. His left arm lay twisted at an unnatural angle, bone jutting against torn flesh. Every twitch sent waves of agony ripping through him.

Around him echoed a horrific festival of despair...the panicked cries of students, the thunderous roars of creatures horrific alien creature echo vastly in the area.

The battlefield screamed in chaos.

"…Am… am I going to die here?"

He whispered to himself, his voice so frail it was nearly swallowed by the storm.

As if answering his fear, the stone shifted.

A fresh surge of pressure crushed down on his trapped foot. He cried out, biting back a scream, feeling his bones grind and splinter beneath the weight.

Desperation lent him strength, and he clawed at the snow, dragging his torso upward. His vision blurred with tears and blood, but then, through the haze...he saw it.

A figure.

It emerged from the smoke like a shadow given flesh. Tall, solid, with curves that betrayed its female shape.

Its proportions were striking, broad hips, a narrow waist, a chest that rose and fell with an alluring rhythm...but its body was cloaked in blackness, as if night itself had taken form.

There were no eyes, no face, no voice. Only a silhouette in of itself.

The boy froze.

His heart stuttered, in awe, and terror alike.

The shadow didn't speak... It simply moved to his direction.

"W-Who are you?!"

He asked weakly to weak to do anything.

But no response came his way.

With inhuman strength, it gripped the slab of stone pinning him and heaved.

Muscles that weren't made of flesh but of living darkness bulged and shifted as the rubble rose. Snow and dust cascaded off the rock as it was lifted high into the air.

Before the boy could even comprehend, another shadow figure appeared at his side.

This one crouched low, its formless hands slipping beneath his body. In one swift motion, it pulled him free.

Pain tore through him in that moment.

His throat opened in a raw, animal scream as the crushed foot was dragged loose. He nearly blacked out, his head falling forward as bile burned the back of his throat.

The second shadow didn't flinch.

It hauled him upright with a strength that felt unshakable, steadying him as he collapsed against its frame.

He gasped, clinging weakly to its arm.

"Th-Thank you…

He said weakly.

The words spilled out instinctively, as if manners still mattered here, though the shadow gave no reply.

When he lifted his head, his breath caught in his chest.

Beyond the smoke, the world had become a nightmare.

They were everywhere.

The sky churned with blood as the colossal portal hung open above, its edges rippling like torn flesh.

From it, the monsters descended, giant slugs coated in jagged ice crystals that glistened like glass under the storm.

Their bodies pulsed with freezing slime that hissed as it struck the ground, spreading a creeping frost that devoured everything it touched.

One slammed into the earth not far away, its bulk cracking the ground apart as it slithered forward, maw opening wide to release a cry that froze the air itself.

The boy's knees buckled, his entire body trembling in the grasp of the shadow. He wanted to run, to vanish, but his mangled body betrayed him.

Still, the figures didn't falter.

One held him upright, while the other gestured forward silently.

As if following orders from something unseen, they guided him toward the remnants of the cabin.

The walk was agony.

Each step sent pain screaming through his leg, and his broken arm hung limp, useless.

He wanted to collapse, to let the snow swallow him whole. But the shadows never let him fall. They bore his weight with ease, dragging him through the battlefield as if he weighed nothing.

All around them, the shadows moved with eerie precision. They darted between fallen students, lifting bodies both dead and living, pulling survivors from wreckage, guiding them away from the monsters.

The boy realized, with a mixture of horror and awe, that he wasn't the only one being saved. Scores of silhouettes flickered in and out of the chaos, silent phantoms working tirelessly to gather the wounded.

Finally, they brought him to the cabin, or what was left of it. Its walls were torn, a massive hole yawning in its side, snow blowing through the splintered beams.

Yet here, survivors were being gathered. Students with missing limbs, faces pale with blood loss, lay huddled together as the shadows delivered them one by one.

It wasn't safe.

Not by any measure.

The cabin stood surrounded on all sides, its elevated platform teetering on a jagged mound of stone. And still, more slugs crawled toward them from every direction, their icy trails spreading across the battlefield like veins of death.

The boy's stomach twisted at the sight.

"We're… we're surrounded…

He whispered in fear, his voice quaking in panic.

One of the shadows pushed him down gently against the wall, propping him among the other wounded. Its faceless head tilted toward him briefly, an acknowledgment, perhaps, before it moved away into the storm again.

He was left sitting there, blood-soaked and broken, staring out at the tide of horrors encircling them.

The cabin groaned under the storm's force, every crack of timber sounding like the prelude to collapse. Outside, the cries of students still trapped rang through the night, their voices growing fewer with each passing moment.

The boy clenched his good hand against his chest, his nails digging into his skin as his teeth chattered, not just from the cold, but from the suffocating terror.

He had no idea what those shadow women were, nor where they came from. But without them, he would already be dead.

That much was certain.

Now, all he could do was pray they could hold the monsters at bay long enough to save the rest.

The ground shook again.

Another slug slammed down outside, its massive bulk shaking snow from the battered roof. Cracks spiderwebbed across the wood, and the students huddled together, wide-eyed, too broken to scream.

The boy closed his eyes, hearing the shadows rush past him once more into the chaos, silent and unyielding.

It was sad to except but reality is often disappointing, as all he could do was wait, hope, and cling to the life those strange black silhouettes had given him.

"Damnit I should have listened to mom, and never came here, what the hell was commoner like myself even expecting?!"

But then he suddenly open his eyes, his frustration still boiling but for the first time since tonight, hope finally filled his eyes.

As he heard someone passed him, he looked up at the passing figure.

A cape fluttered in the cold air of the storm.

"Ahhhh...

He groaned in suprise as he said.

"T-Thats right... H-He was also here haha... We are saved... President Adam."

The boy said, as he passed out the blood lost finally taking it toll as the Nanomites work to save his life.

Adam looked at the carnage before him with an annoyed face as he said.

"Well this was unexpected."

Adam said as he looked around, students where injured, and Moca clones where working their ways to save as much as they can.

The entire place was crowded, with the fearful, the injured, and massive battle for survival was taking place right before him.

Still Adam remained calm.

"I think it's about time I end this."

Adam said, and suddenly he began float in the air his monster energy pushing him upwards into the sky.

At the same time he began to absorb the chaotic desires from the world around him.

"I am afraid, it hurts everywhere

"Why are New Order Cultist here."

"I will have to tapped out for now Moca."

"Ahhhahahhahhhhhh..... YOU BASTARDS I WILL KILL YOU "

"Hehehe... These student won't even know what hit them."

"Your Grace, the one call Rex has great potential for being a vessel."

"Hunger...We hunger... Protect the colony, Queen Must Protect Queen."

"Killkilliillkillkillkillkillkilll....

The desires of every living being present flood into Adam, past, and present alike. He saw all that had transpired as a result of this, and as Moca, Rex, Kael, and the other students all fight for survival Adam was now high above the air.

"Damn cultist scum, you picked the wrong school to fuck with, time and time again, you target me so, hurting my institution is like hurting my name as well."

Adam announced and as he did so, he began to do a hand sign that representing the Namaskar mudra.

As his hands became a praying motion.

Freya echoed into his head.

[Master, are you really going to use that]

"Yes, it's about damn time I send I proper message to Father Magla, and his stupid attempts of terrorism."

[You do know if you used that in the Human World your going to get a lot attention across the multiverse right]

"Then so be it."

Without saying anything else, Adam began to use the power of Medea Promise Magic.

And the moment he did that, a voice echoed behind him.

"My, my, boy, have you finally decided to call upon my power, how fascinating."

Adam did that not reply back, rather in that moment, power transcend Time, Space, Existence, radiated from Adam.

The only thing that could counter this was another Divine Spirit User like Adam, The Overlord, Allash, and the now dead Typhon.

"Original Magic: Divine Promise of Obsoletion."