Wanting to Surpass the MC with the Greatest Harem.
Chapter 39: Delusional Demon

Chapter 39: Delusional Demon

Dominic turned toward the door, breath still heavy, skin still warm with the aftermath of pleasure.

KNOCK.

The knock came again — this time, faster. Urgent.

Kreper quickly wrapped herself in a robe, her cheeks still flushed. "Who... who could that be?"

Dominic narrowed his eyes, and his senses sharpened. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

He wore his clothes too fast to be real but he couldbt take a chance. He stepped toward the door and opened it with a careful hand.

Nothing.

The hallway beyond was empty. The silence was too deep. Too unnatural. A heavy pressure fell over the air like fog pressing against his chest. What the fuck was that? He thought to himself.

Then it came.

A cold laugh.

It slithered through the air like smoke.

Dominic turned his head slowly... and the world around him bent.

The hallway twisted like a serpent. The walls pulsed like breathing flesh. Kreper was gone. Or was she never there?

The floor beneath his feet cracked open like shattered glass — and suddenly, he was no longer in the Ghost Village.

He stood in a wasteland of shadows and thorns. The sky above was upside down — blood-red clouds floated under his feet, while black earth hung above him.

A voice echoed through the void.

"Welcome, Dominic Flame."

The figure emerged — tall, gaunt, and flickering in and out of form like a dying flame. Its face had too many eyes. Its grin was impossibly wide. A Delusional Demon.

"Let’s play in my world," it hissed.

Dominic’s heart pounded.

[System Detects a Delusional Demon. Brace yourself. They are dangerous. They have the ability to harness the mind of their preys by hallucination.]

[Sudden Quest: Kill the Delusional Demon. ]

"Delusional Demon?" Dominic muttered aloud.

The Delusional Demon drew shadows to himself instinctively, wrapping his arms with dark magic. His eyes scanned the twisted realm.

"Damn it," he muttered. "A Delusional Demon. Of all things..."

These weren’t just demons of brute strength. They twisted the mind, corrupted the senses, and made you fight in illusions layered within illusions. Killing one required clarity — and restraint.

Neither of which Dominic was good at when the massacre domain tempted him.

"System activate Massacre Domain. " Dominic muttered.

[Your LPs are little . This will last not too long.] Dominic’s heart churned.

"Why now?" he muttered to himself.

The Delusional Demon struck first.

A scream erupted from behind him — Kreper’s voice — but he turned to find her flesh melting, her eyes turning hollow.

"No," Dominic growled. "You’re not real." He comforted himself but still feeling bothered.

He jumped away, forming a shadow spear mid-air and hurling it — it pierced the figure’s chest.

But then the world changed again.

He was back in the palace.

Lady Fares stood in front of him, chained and bloodied. Her eyes filled with fear.

"Don... don’t hurt me," she said, voice shaking. "Please... it wasn’t me..."

Dominic felt his heart twist.

His hands — they were covered in blood. Her blood. Had the Delusional Demon changed the art of the place and his attack caught her instead if the demon? Fuck! It was a lie.

"What the hell...?"

"You killed her," the demon’s voice slithered around him. "You always do."

Dominic clutched his head. "It’s a lie. A lie!" Dominic said as he tried not to fall for the demon.

The shadows around him flared as he sank into them — his power of slipping into shadows helped. He escaped the illusion for just a heartbeat... just enough to think.

"I can’t fight like this. I need to anchor myself."

Suddenly, the demon struck him physically, sending him crashing through an illusion-glass wall.

BOOM.

Dominic coughed blood and rolled onto his feet. The place he landed?

A childhood room.

Pictures of a younger Dominic. His parents smiling. His home. His old life.

"Stop this madness!" he roared.

The demon appeared again, now in the form of his mother. "Don’t you miss us, Dominic?"

"You’re just a trick," Dominic growled. "How is that even possible, by brain is so flustered, I do not remember anything. No father. No mother. No siblings. Just no family. So it’s a trick!!"

He summoned his shadow sword — but the blade flickered between shadow and light now. His spirit was straining. If he let go again... he might lose himself.

"I see," the demon grinned. "You’re resisting. Let’s up the tempo."

The world shattered — and a new one formed.

Dominic stood in the middle of a battlefield.

Thousands of corpses around him. His hands held a sword made of bone and blood. In the sky floated the corpses of Lady Fares, Kreper, Serin, and himself.

It was a massacre — and he was the killer.

"No," Dominic whispered. "No. I’m not like this."

But the demon stood on a throne of broken skulls.

"You are exactly like this," it whispered.

Dominic dropped to one knee. His head spun. He was breaking psychologically. Blood dripped from his ears.

Then — a breath.

He remembered Kreper’s tears when he first touched her. Coris betrayal.

"You’ve always fought to protect, Dom," a voice whispered in his head.

His own.

Dominic snapped back.

Shadow exploded from his back — forming wings.

He leapt through the battlefield illusion and hurled himself at the demon.

The Delusional Demon laughed — the world twisted, flipping upside down again.

But Dominic slipped into shadows — dodged the illusion mid-twist — reappeared behind the demon.

"Got you."

He slashed.

The demon screamed as half its face tore open — its illusion cracked.

For a moment, reality bled through.

They were in the outer corridor near the forest of shadows, not some nightmare.

The demon was real now. Tangible.

Dominic’s eyes glowed deep black.

"This time, I’m ending this in your world."

He stepped back into the illusion willingly — but now he was in control.

Shadow vines erupted from the ground, latching onto the demon.

He summoned a storm of spears, each made from memory — Kreper’s laugh, Alice’s care, Morgan’s ass, the betrayal of Coris, Lady Fares’ large boob.

They pierced the Delusional Demon one by one.

Each strike erased a lie.

---

The final strike — Dominic’s shadow blade — sank into the demon’s heart.

The nightmare shattered.

Dominic dropped to one knee in the real world.

The Delusional Demon let out a final hiss and crumbled into ash.

---

Dominic’s chest heaved. His breath was shallow. Sweat rolled down his face.

Kreper ran out from her room — the real one — eyes wide in shock.

"Dominic! What happened? Are you—?"

"I’m fine," he muttered, rising. His voice was hoarse. "It was a Delusional Demon."

She gasped.

"But... we haven’t been seen in over a decade..."

Dominic wiped his mouth and stared at the sky.

"They’re coming back. Something big is happening."

---

And far away, in a black chamber beneath the Ashen Hills...

The seven Lords stood around the Cloaked Figure.

They smiled as he knelt before them.

"The Delusional Demon failed," one hissed.

"As expected," another replied. "But now he’s seen our whisper."

The Cloaked Figure stood. The orb in his hand pulsed.

"Then shall I begin the siege?"

"Strike the Ghost Village. Destroy them both." Anorak said brutally.

He turned to leave.

"Wait," the Frost spoke — voice colder than anything.

"When the time comes... kill Coris."

The Cloaked Figure bowed without hesitation.

"As you command"