I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Back at top of the mountain, Julian exhaled deeply and stretched his arms. “Finally done,” he muttered to himself. “These are all the main wives I have.”

He let his thoughts wander for a moment. “Aside from them, there are others… like Raina’s mother, that bandit’s wife, Katsuna… but I doubt they’ll come to me willingly.”

He stood at the edge of the peak, his clothes fluttering in the breeze. Locking his eyes on the vast, untouched plain before him, he smirked. “We need some makeover.”

He raised his hands slowly.

The ground beneath rumbled.

The earth obeyed his will instantly. It split open, rolling like waves. From one side, a hill emerged and split again at its peak before spilling a powerful, clear waterfall.

The roar of rushing water filled the space and the phenomenon was mirrored throughout the world. New terrains were born in seconds—lush valleys, towering cliffs, crystal lakes, and even vibrant forests.

From a nearby ledge, Lilia stood still, watching.

Her breath caught in her throat as she witnessed it all.

She had heard about Julian’s power. People whispered legends of it. But this—this wasn’t just power.

This was creation.

Her wide eyes followed the cascade of waterfalls forming around the world, the changing skies, the transformation of land under his silent will. Who are you really, Julian…? she thought.

Julian glanced at her, catching the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, and smirked.

“You can leave if you want. I won’t force you,” he said simply, his voice calm, almost distant. And with that, he disappeared into thin air, leaving only a faint shadow behind.

Lilia stood there frozen.

At first, she felt relief wash over her. Thank god… he didn’t pressure me. She let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

But the relief didn’t last.

A strange hollowness crept in, sudden and sharp—like something precious had just slipped through her fingers. Her chest tightened. Wait… why do I feel like this?

She took a step forward, her mouth parting to speak, but the words never left her.

Julian was already long gone.

The silence around her felt louder than ever.

Meanwhile, Julian took a slow walk around the Castle of Magnificence, his gaze sweeping over its majestic towers and grand architecture.

Everything was functioning as planned. No anomalies. No disruptions.

Satisfied, he left the Mountain of Zenith and began to make his way to the rest of the Throne of Gods. After exploring for some time, he nodded to himself. Each corner was as it should be.

“Time to check Arenvath. See what’s going on there,” he muttered under his breath.

Arenvath, the world within his world—his personal battlefield. It was the lower realm where creatures fought for survival, evolving, growing, and proving their worth to one day ascend to the Throne of Gods.

The two worlds were separated by a radiant barrier forged from creation energy. Only those who had crossed the threshold of demigod—could pass through. The barrier would part like a gate, welcoming the strong and rejecting the weak.

Simple. Brutal. Effective.

And just the way Julian liked it.

Passing through the barrier, Julian was instantly greeted by a vast universe. Galaxies spiraled mesmerizingly, stars shimmered and planets of various sizes floated in the cosmos.

He hovered in the void, closing his eyes to better sense it all.

He reached out with his mind, sweeping across the many worlds. Some planets were desolate and lifeless while others bloomed with vitality—lush green forests, glowing blue oceans, civilizations rising and falling.

Most of these were populated by humans, their societies still growing and evolving.

But not all life was human.

On some realms of Arenvath, there were planets where humans dared not walk. Worlds ruled by magical beasts, warlike tribes, and ancient species.

The most terrifying among them was a dragon whose strength had reached the Celestial Realm. In terms of outer world, it was equal to a late-stage Archmage.

Compared to them, the strongest humans had barely reached the later stage of Mortal Awakening—roughly equivalent to Sovereign Mage.

As Julian continued drifting through the stars, his gaze landed on a interesting world located near a glowing nebula.

“Hmm…” he murmured, a slow smile curving his lips.

This one stood out. Unlike the others still lost in primitive cultivation or savage survival, this world had deep-rooted cultivation, ancient legacies, and structured power.

With a flick of his wrist, Julian altered his form, taking the humble appearance of a wandering monk. He wore a maroon robe, head cleanly shaven and his overwhelming presence completely hidden. Then, in a flash, he vanished.

When he reappeared, he stood amidst the heart of a vibrant city.

The sky was clear and the mana was abundant. Around him towered grand pavilions, layered with wooden tiles and carvings of different creatures that resembled dragons and phoenixes.

Julian closed his eyes. In that single moment, the entire structure of the world unfolded within his mind.

This was a world of cultivation.

Here, the energy was not called mana, but Qi. The cultivators of this realm had learned to absorb it through breath and focus, guiding it through their meridians and storing it within a spiritual core at their center—the dantian.

Julian found it fascinating.

Unlike the mages and mana-based systems of his original world, this one established a direct, personal link with the energy of the world. Qi flowed in rivers through the land and gathered in spirit veins. Powerful sects built their base here, monopolizing resources and minerals.

Sects were ancient families and factions devoted to specific martial paths or cultivation techniques. Some honed the sword. Others the pill. Some delved into formations or studied demonic arts in secret.

Each sect was a world of its own, governed by its own laws, pride, and traditions.

They had their own power system too— stages with fancy names like Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, and so on. But Julian barely paid it any attention as even the strongest cultivator here had barely touched the Sovereign realm.

He glanced around, watching as the cultivators walked proudly, their head held high in confidence.

The men wore long, flowing kimonos with distinct symbols of their sect embroidered on their chests. The women, though, wore softer, more alluring variations of the same attire—tight at the waist, open at the legs or shoulders. Their movements were graceful and intentional, as if trained to seduce both the heavens and the earth.

Julian’s smirk grew.

“Mm… I think I know where I’ll be spending the next few days.”