My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

Chapter 314: Acknowledgment

Damian stared across the battlefield at the ninety-nine remaining Bachi clones with an odd calmness in his eyes. His Asmodeus eyes were capable of piercing through many forms of concealment, especially those created through unique artifacts or bloodline abilities.

However, Bachi had not truly hidden himself. The Rakshasa had simply suppressed his own presence until it matched the signatures of his clones perfectly. Every figure carried the same amount of demonic force. Every heartbeat felt identical. Every soul fluctuation had been carefully reduced until the original became indistinguishable from the copies.

It was an intelligent move.

Killing all ninety-nine clones would eventually expose the real Bachi, but Damian did not have time for such a tedious game. Jugra was still being held back by his Wild, Rin remained occupied with Ibaraki-dōji, and Mudhhib’s desert domain continued expanding across the battlefield. Every second Damian wasted increased the chance of something else going wrong.

Unfortunately, the enemy had no intention of allowing him time to think.

Several massive sand drills erupted from the storm and shot toward him without warning. Their rotating bodies screamed through the air as they pierced through the wind, each one sharp enough to bore through mountains and dense enough to crush steel. Mudhhib had clearly abandoned any intention of testing Damian. These attacks were meant to kill.

Damian did not even turn his head. His senses had changed.

The battlefield before him no longer resembled the world he had known only moments earlier. He could hear individual grains of sand grinding against one another inside the storm. He could sense the direction of every rotating drill. He could feel the slightest shift in air pressure before an attack reached him. The entire desert had become a living map inside his mind.

Swoosh!

Damian took half a step to the left and a sand drill passed beside his face, missing him by less than a breath. Another followed immediately and Damian tilted his shoulder. The drill sliced past his chest without touching him.

A third shot toward his legs and he shifted his foot backward allowing it to pass beneath him.

Then came four more!

Damian calmly moved through them with small, precise motions. He never leapt away. He never fled. He never even moved more than a few steps from his original position. His body flowed through the attacks as though he had already seen every movement before it happened.

From a distance, the scene looked absurd.

Massive drills capable of destroying entire buildings were attacking from every direction, yet Damian moved through them as though he were casually avoiding raindrops.

Mudhhib’s expression darkened and Bachi’s clones watched with growing disbelief.

"Dance of the Asura," Bachi muttered.

His voice carried a mixture of fear and recognition.

The Dance of the Asura was not truly a dance. It was a state of combat awareness that only awakened Asuras could reach. Once an Asura entered that state, the battlefield itself became predictable. Attacks became slow. Intent became visible. The body moved before the mind had time to question it.

An Asura who mastered that state could enter a battle surrounded by enemies and leave without a single wound.

As Bachi watched Damian move, memories he had spent centuries trying to bury surfaced once again.

Astaroth.

The Sin of Wrath had moved in the same manner during their previous encounter. No matter how many attacks were thrown at him, no matter how many demons surrounded him, every strike missed by the smallest possible margin. It was not speed alone. It was not luck. It was foresight.

"This bastard truly awakened the bloodline," Mudhhib muttered, his face tightening.

The thought itself felt ridiculous.

Haborym had spent thousands of years trying to awaken the Asura bloodline within himself. Even after centuries of struggle, the Duke had only managed to take half a step toward it.

Yet Damian had obtained the inheritance less than a year ago.

He possessed Lust.

He possessed Bathin.

He possessed Asura.

And somehow, he was rapidly becoming proficient in all three. The absurdity made no sense.

How could one human possess so many inheritances?

How could one person gain access to powers that had taken ancient demons thousands of years to develop?

They had always believed their master was unique because he possessed several inheritances.

Now another monster had appeared and this monster was younger, more reckless and ambitious.

BOOOOM!

A deafening explosion tore through the battlefield. The reinforced sand drill shattered against Damian’s extended palm.

Sand exploded outward in every direction, scattering across the storm like shattered glass. Damian remained standing in the exact same position, his arm extended before him as though he had simply caught a thrown stone.

His hand was bare. No demonic barrier covered it. He had blocked the attack with nothing but his body.

The silence that followed was heavy.

"Asura Body," Bachi whispered.

The last trace of amusement disappeared from his expression. Every clone became still and Mudhhib also stopped moving.

Both demons stared at Damian with cold, calculating eyes. They had finally understood something important.

Damian was no longer merely a dangerous opponent. He was a future threat to their master. If he survived long enough to reach the God Realm, then what would happen afterward?

Wouldn’t he seek revenge against the Princes who had hunted him?

He was bound to eventually come for Gluttony. The thought alone was enough to make their killing intent sharpen.

From that moment onward, the battle against Damian ceased to be a mission. It became a battle for the future survival of their master.

Damian sensed the change immediately. The air around his enemies grew heavier and their hesitation disappeared.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Now we’re all taking this seriously," Damian said, his voice calm despite the destruction surrounding him. "Good. We can finally get cracking."

Dark violet markings moved across his body as his Asura bloodline pulsed beneath his skin. His eyes burned with a cold, murderous light while he stared across the desert at Mudhhib and the ninety-nine Bachi clones.

"Very well," Damian declared. "Let me see how well all of you fare against my Asura inheritance."