Supreme Harem God System

Nux had traced a silver-blue Universe back through an impossible line of ancestors, until there were no more Birth Wounds, no more branches to read—

The First Universe.

He had succeeded.

But then—

”Now do it again with that Universe.”

The Seer commanded.

Nux looked at her for a short moment, then he looked at the Universe she pointed at and did what he was told.

Once again, he moved through the complete lineage of the Universe, through different branches of Time, until he returned to the constant—

To the First Time.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

So many times until his mind got used to it, to seeing the Universe’s structure, to finding the ’Birth Wound’ in an instant, to moving through that Wound, through that branch, and repeating the entire thing with the next Parent Universe without getting tired.

”Now do the opposite.”

The Seer commanded.

Nux turned towards her with almost no expression on his face, waiting for her to explain. At this point, the Seer was used to that gaze, so she simply pointed towards a distant branch and—

”Start from the First Universe, follow the Branches forward, and get to that Universe.”

Nux understood instantly.

The first half was tracing back and this…

This was worse.

After all, while tracing back, he only had to remove the changes until only the Origin remained.

But this…

This meant he needed to build Time’s identity step by step, all the way from the First Time, through every disturbance, every deviation, every altered future, to finally the target Universe.

”So this is how you know.

You do not guess the Time of a Universe, you reconstruct it.”

Nux commented in a disturbingly calm tone.

”Yes.”

In her mind, the Seer preferred the version where he was still complaining about the work she was making him do but—

She too understood what he had been through, to go through quindecillions of Universes’ memories, again and again, even if the mind abandoned most of it—

It would still be taxing.

It would still… affect him in some way.

There was nothing she could do about it.

She just convinced herself that he would return to normal once that happened.

Nux, on the other hand, shifted his focus to the target Universe, then back to the First Universe.

And he began.

From the First Time, he moved forward, the First Branch.

He looked inside it, he saw the first time ’Time’ was disturbed enough to split reality, the first time the Single Root could no longer remain alone.

Nux studied it.

The deviation formed, he followed it, then the next Branch, then another, and then another—

The path grew longer, each ’Wound’ changed the flow, each flow changed the next Wound, some deviations strengthened each other, some cancelled parts of each other, some twisted the entire path, some left marks that only mattered quindecillions of Branches later—

And Nux—

He had to remember all of it.

He had to carry every change from the First Universe, all the way to the target.

And again—

Even as he focused,

He failed before reaching even a tiny fraction of the path, his consciousness became overloaded, he lost track of one branch, then the other, the Identity of the Time he had been trying to preserve in his head lost its meaning, forcing him to start again.

So he did.

He started again.

Then he failed again.

Started.

Failed.

Started.

Failed.

The Seer watched as he continued repeating the cycle without uttering even a single word, like a machine that wouldn’t stop the iterations until it was successful.

And…

It worried her.

She could feel that Nux was losing himself.

But—

”Nux…”

Every time she called him out like this,

”I am fine.

I am not losing myself.

Do not worry.”

Nux said those words and as unconvincing as those words sounded, for some reason, the Seer believed them every single time and—

”Okay…”

She nodded and continued to watch as she stood beside him for… who knows how many years.

Nux repeated the cycle again and again, until his speed grew, until his mind started to catch the patterns.

He learned to group certain deviations, he learned to recognize common chains, he learned how one type of Time disturbance affected another, he learned which events had long-lasting weight that he should note and which faded into the flow that he could ignore.

He learned which changes looked small but altered everything, he learned which changes looked massive but changed almost nothing.

The Multiverse became less like a forest of light and more like… a language.

A language Nux was beginning to understand.

The Branches, the Universes, the Birth Wounds, the First Universe, the First Time, the Origin, the Identity of a Universe, how the Identity of a Universe is affected by a specific event—

It all started to make sense in his mind.

And finally—

He succeeded.

He traced the target Universe all the way from the First Universe.

And as he looked at the Seer standing in front of him—

”Give me the next Universe.”

He demanded.

She hesitated.

The Seer wanted him to take some rest, to give his mind time to return to his normal self before it was too late.

But—

”I am fine.”

Nux spoke as he read her expression and in the end, she gave in and pointed at another Universe.

Nux began tracing it forward without any change in his expression.

Millions of years passed again.

And finally, when Nux was done, he looked at the Seer again and asked for another target Universe.

The Seer gave in again, she pointed at the Universe, Nux traced it forward, then he asked for more, she gave him another.

Then another.

Another.

One more.

At first, it took millions of years to calculate one.

And for the Seer, that was enough, that was all Nux needed to understand how her Law worked, so she wanted him to stop.

But he didn’t.

He practiced.

He did the same thing again and again.

And then—

The time he needed began to decrease.

First, it came down to a few hundred thousand years.

Then just thousands.

Then a few decades.

A few years.

And the Seer’s expression began to change.

At first, she was watching him like he was a child learning to walk, then he became a student who was growing—

But—

The more she watched him, the more silent she grew.

Because Nux was no longer ’following’ paths, he was…

He was predicting them.

And the Seer couldn’t believe it.