I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

**Author note: You can skip the chapter if you wish. Its a time skip with info dump.

And soon time passed without warning, as it often did in the Throne of Gods. The eternal violet sky maintained its unchanging color, the seasons cycled through their patterns, and life continued its rhythm.

But for Julian and his family, these months had been anything but calm.

Julian spent considerable time with his women, making sure everyone got their individual attention, their private moments, and their chance to reconnect. The grand castles on the mountain peak had never been more alive with activity and love. The castle servants had long learned to get use to these new changes.

But Julian didn’t spend all his time on romantic and physical pursuits. He also dedicated significant effort to his daughters’ development.

The training sessions with Seraphine, Lyanna, and Cassandra had become a regular fixture. Several times a week, Julian would take them to various locations—sometimes the same open field where they’d first sparred, other times to more challenging environments that tested different aspects of their abilities.

He helped them with their mana control first, recognizing that this was a fundamental weakness in their development. Despite their impressive raw power, the three young women had learned to cultivate without proper guidance, developing habits and techniques that were functional but not so useful.

Julian spent hours working with each of them individually, teaching them to feel the flow of energy within their bodies more precisely, to guide it with greater accuracy, to waste less, and to achieve more.

The improvement had been dramatic. Seraphine, who already possessed good control, had refined her abilities to an incredible degree. She could now perform techniques that would have required her full concentration before with barely a thought.

Lyanna also transformed her combat style entirely. Her warrior’s approach had always been effective but somewhat crude—relying on raw power and determination rather than technique.

Under Julian’s guidance, she learned to fight smarter, to read her opponents’ energy flows and exploit weaknesses. She had gone from a powerful warrior to a truly dangerous one.

At the same time, Julian helped Cassandra overcome her mental blocks that she didn’t even know existed.

Beyond mana control, he also worked with them on improving their specific techniques. More importantly, he pushed them toward breakthroughs in their cultivation. All three daughters had been stuck at their current levels for years, unable to advance further without guidance.

Under Julian’s instruction, Seraphine had stabilized her Mid Demi-God foundation and was now actively working toward Peak Demi-God. The progress was visible—her mana reserves grew denser and more refined week by week.

Lyanna and Cassandra, both at Early Demi-God, had made similar steps. Lyanna was close to breaking through to Mid Demi-God—Julian estimated perhaps another month or two of focused cultivation. Cassandra was progressing slightly slower but more steadily, building an exceptionally solid foundation that would serve her well in the long term.

Julian also noticed Seraphine’s behavior during these sessions. True to her word in the bathing chamber, she wasn’t making things easy for him. She would occasionally position herself provocatively during breaks, stretch in ways that emphasized her figure, and make comments with double meanings. But whenever Julian showed interest or responded to her teasing, she would pull back, maintaining that boundary she’d established.

It was clear she was testing him, seeing whether he would lose patience or maintain his composure.

And then, the family’s peaceful routine was disrupted by the portal of Arenath.

The portal had always been active with creatures emerging occasionally—perhaps one or two per month on average.

However, that changed dramatically in the past month.

It might have been because Julian had finally returned to his world. Or perhaps it was just coincidental timing.

The number of creatures passing from Arenath to the Throne of Gods had increased rapidly. What had been one or two per month had become one or two per week, then one per day, and in the past week, multiple arrivals daily. The garrison was being overwhelmed, struggling to process and handle so many powerful beings appearing in quick succession.

Several arrivals were hostile and extremely powerful. One killed three garrison warriors before being subdued. Another nearly escaped before being caught. The system that had worked sufficiently for centuries was failing under the increased load.

Julian recognized the problem immediately when reports reached him. The current setup was not enough. If the portal continued increasing in activity, they would need a completely different approach.

So Julian acted decisively.

He returned to the borderlands with his three daughters, wanting them to witness what could be accomplished with sufficient power and planning. The garrison was both relieved and awed when their Creator appeared personally to address the crisis.

Julian then completely changed the area around the portal, reshaping reality itself with his power.

Where before there had been a simple fortified garrison—walls and watchtowers and basic facilities—now there stood something far more impressive.

A massive castle now surrounded the portal on all sides, built so perfectly with the landscape that it seemed to have grown from the earth itself. The structure was enormous—covering several square miles, with walls that rose two hundred feet high and were thirty feet thick.

Julian constructed the entire complex from materials that suppressed every creature below the realm of Demi-God.

The result was a prison that could hold almost anything. Any creature below Demi-God level that entered the castle grounds would find their power drastically reduced—perhaps to ten or twenty percent of their normal capability. They could still move, still think, and still function, but they couldn’t use their full strength to escape or cause destruction.

The castle’s layout was carefully designed. The portal itself sat at the very center, in a large open courtyard that could accommodate even massive creatures. From there, arrivals would be directed through checkpoints and processing areas.

Guard towers were positioned at regular intervals, guarded by the strongest warriors from the garrison. Holding prisons had been constructed—hundreds of them, varying in size from small rooms for humanoid prisoners to massive chambers that could contain something the size of a building. Training yards allowed new arrivals to demonstrate their abilities in controlled settings.