The dragon's harem

Gojo flew out of his portal just seconds after jumping, and he was already bleeding rivers from his mouth. Entropy’s slap almost shattered his mandibles and neck, leaving him limp on the cold ground.

His body was that of a mere human, and with both his consciousness and magic nowhere to be found, it was breaking down from the damage.

The flashing blue light in his eyes slowly faded, and he started twitching. The slap didn’t just crack his bones; it shook and messed up his brain, giving him a concussion bad enough to put his life at risk.

Unlike Arad, Gojo was too fragile to endure major wounds, and so, only death awaited him when hit with such a crippling wound. He had jumped in, knowing that Entropy could kill him with ease, and so, he was relying on Death herself keeping up her words.

“Hold up! I’m here!” Beside him, Liliana sat and started healing him immediately. Haru was a seer, so Gojo was certain she would know of what they were up to and come to help, especially since Arad got hurt.

Of course, that was a massive gamble, and Gojo was known for playing it riskily. Otherwise, he wouldn’t dabble in wild magic. He could’ve just sat down and endured until Yog got them out, and that was the human way to do it when facing ancient and powerful gods.

But that was the problem: Gojo wasn’t a human; he was a dragon, and dragons never go down without a fight. This place was essentially a jail, and Gojo won’t ever sit quietly. He’ll scream, punch, and kill anything that dares get close until he gets out, and even then, he’ll chase those who locked him up with a vendetta.

“What did you do?” She cried, putting even more effort into her holy magic. Luckily, his injuries were all physical, and he didn’t have any wounds inflicted by magic that couldn’t be easily healed.

Usually, wounds are separated into two types, mundane and magical.

Magical wounds are those inflicted with magic, and usually have a trace of mana in them that could interfere with the flow of holy magic, making healing those wounds harder. Usually, the stronger the being, the harder it is to heal from the wounds they inflict.

Haru was in the back, healing Arad, and she looked toward Liliana and Gojo. “He attacked Entropy. And she slapped him for the insolence of daring to step into her domain uninvited.”

She had seen it, a vision from the future just then.

She glared at her. “How did he do that? Isn’t she some kind of ancient god? Like, he’s a human now, and no human magic could reach the realm of the divines.”

Liliana was right, almost always, no spell could break through the divine barriers protecting the gods’ heavens. That, if the spell could even get close. Angels are always on guard, and normally, Gojo would’ve ended up in front of an angry angel instead of Entropy herself.

Of course, not all gods were the same, and some didn’t care. Amaterasu, for example, if someone wanted to meet her and tried to teleport into her domain, she would let them into her bedroom. Whether they survive in her presence is another matter.

Kali, on the other hand, never let anyone into her divine realm. Anyone who dared teleport to her domain ends up right in front of one of her countless demon lords. The reason was simple; she is almost never in her divine realm, so they’ll be wasting their time.

Death was the easiest to meet; One just need to die to see her.

Which is why Gojo reaching Entropy didn’t make sense, at least until one considers who was pulling the strings. Yog, she must’ve planned everything. She must’ve created a path for Gojo to reach and prove his power in front of the one goddess refusing to acknowledge his talent.

Out of all the gods, Yog was the most troubling one because no one knew what she was thinking about or planning.

Yog did want to make him an Overgod, and such a title and power can’t be easy to attain. If it were that easy, the gods would’ve created hundreds of Overgods and sent them to fight Nyar.

Only one person could hold that title, and they had to be reliable. They needed to be powerful enough, talented enough, and willful enough to make use of the Overgod’s power and not let that power steer them away.

“Yog probably had a hand in it. I’m just a seer, and I can’t see past beings like her and Entropy.” Haru looked at Arad, who was almost fully healed. He was in a far worse state than Gojo, but thanks to his size and durability, Arad could endure more damage and punishment before breaking down.

Not to put Gojo down, he was weaker compared to Arad, but when compared with any other human, he was far stronger and more durable than anyone… Alcott aside. He might not be number one or two, but he is top five at least.

Haru was certain that if Entropy slapped Arad, he would’ve slapped her back, though. Arad was that vengeful and resilient. That damage that Gojo had, she could see it through Liliana’s eyes, and she knew for a fact that Arad would just tank it.

“Probably…” A voice boomed, and Liliana gasped as she saw Yog standing on Gojo’s chest. “I did plan it, there is no doubt in that.” She looked at Liliana with a grin. “And would you look at that? Entropy saw a bit of sense and is willing to negotiate, letting those two out of here.”

Liliana stood and swung her fist, aiming to knock Yog down with a single right hook, and she did just that, sending the short goddess rolling on the muddy ground. “You almost got him killed.”

Yog rolled on the ground, then stopped, looking at the ceiling. “Huh, they won’t die. Death won’t take their souls. Besides, Entropy already has me up her ass, and she doesn’t want death there too.” She looked at Liliana. “Entropy just slapped him away because if she actually gave him a fatal wound that should’ve killed him, Death would come to complain.”

She smiled. “Death is one nasty woman, and let me tell you, she is as terrifying as she is ugly.” She shivered.

“It’s not just today! You’re always putting us in trouble, first the mages, then the gods, and now those primordial horrors. Can’t you just leave us alone?” Liliana wasn’t done. She rushed in, swinging a kick and sent Yog rolling.

“By the way, that’s my line.” She pointed at Gojo. “He’s the one working me to the bones, not the other way around.” She stood, patted her clothes clean, and then teleported right back to stand at Gojo’s chest.

“He looks fine to me. You healed him well. Just get him warm.” She grabbed Gojo by the hair using her toes and threw him away into one of the boiling pools of hot water.

“This place has a natural spring, hot, but mundane.” She smiled. “Here, I made it not so mundane. It’ll heal wounds, help you rest, and most importantly, refresh your mana.”

With that, she disappeared, leaving them there alone. And in the next second, Gojo screamed, “HOT!” He jumped to his feet, gasping for air, looking around, dazed and confused.

“Where am I? Did she blow up?”

What he saw instead was an angry Liliana rushing toward him with a clenched fist. “You utter fool!” And with that, she sent him back to sleep.

Yog went right back to Entropy and found Death there. The hall looked different; now it was made of silver and marble, and Death… she didn’t look like a maid anymore.

She looked like a massive tumor, a mass of rotting corpses, wailing souls, blood butterflies, and black smoke and ripped time. Entropy was sitting on her chair like she was before, and she was glaring at that horrid mass.

“I didn’t kill him.” Entropy spoke and Death’s voice boomed from the mass. “You got close to killing him, and those are killed, should be counted dead.”

The rotting flesh reached forward. “I promised not to harvest his soul, and if you forced me to keep that promise, I’ll show you a fate worse than death.”

“How about I give you a taste then?” In the next moment, Entropy disappeared, and Death emerged from the mass in her maid form.

Yog stared at her for a second. “Bring her back. Entropy is a concept, not something that should be able. You turned her back into that, just a concept, and her soul is still attached to all the chaos and change of the universe.”

Death sighed, and Entropy appeared once more in her chair, sweating. “What was that?” She glared at Death, and Death smiled, stood on the table, and pissed on her face. “A warning, in this world, I shall be the last one to die. So don’t dare challenge me, finite thing.”