Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs

Chapter 812: Digital God: The Omni-Eros Server!

I waved my hand.

The living room vanished.

Not slowly. Not with transition effects or fading lights. One moment we stood on solid ground surrounded by grey walls and impossible furniture, a multiple screens—the next, we were suspended in pitch black nothingness.

An infinite void that stretched in every direction, swallowing sound and light and the very concept of place.

Madison grabbed my arm. Soo-Jin’s hand flew to her weapon—then flew to Madison’s arm, gripping tight, her tactical composure cracking under the sudden vertigo of standing on nothing in nowhere.

"Peter—" Madison started, her voice small in the infinite dark.

I clapped my hands.

The darkness exploded.

Screens. Floating holographic displays materializing from nothing, filling the void like stars being born. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions. Billions. They surrounded us in every direction—above, below, sideways, diagonal—an infinite constellation of live feeds and data streams that made the earlier display look like a child’s toy.

Madison swayed. The scale of it—the sheer magnitude—hit her like a physical force. We weren’t standing in a room anymore. We were floating in the center of humanity’s exposed nervous system.

Every camera.

Every satellite.

Every lens that had ever been pointed at anything, anywhere.

Soo-Jin’s grip on Madison tightened. The Korean assassin who can kill men without flinching looked like she might vomit from the vertigo of seeing everything at once.

"Oh my god," Madison whispered. "Oh my god."

Cameras from every corner of the world. Traffic intersections in Tokyo—I flicked a finger and zoomed into a businessman picking his nose while waiting for the light, completely unaware he was being watched by a god.

Government buildings in Moscow.

A politician in Washington DC sliding an envelope of cash into his desk drawer, glancing around nervously at doors that wouldn’t protect him from me. Military installations in the Middle East. A couple screaming at each other in a Paris apartment, throwing dishes, their private tragedy now my entertainment.

Worry not... I will liberate you Paris women... daddy’s coming.

Bedrooms. Boardrooms. Prison cells. Hospital rooms. Churches. Strip clubs. Kindergarten classrooms. War zones. Stock exchanges.

Everything.

Everything humanity had ever pointed a lens at, everything satellites had ever photographed, everything ARIA had ever hacked or infiltrated or simply observed—all of it floating around us in a sphere of infinite surveillance.

I flicked through feeds like I was scrolling TikTok. Casual. Bored. A teenager with the world’s secrets at his fingertips and nothing better to do than watch.

A woman crying in a bathroom in São Paulo. Flick.

A drug deal going wrong in an alley in Chicago. Flick.

A child taking her first steps in a living room in Seoul while her parents filmed, not knowing I was filming too. Flick.

The intimacy of it was obscene. The violation absolute. Every private moment, every secret shame, every hidden truth—laid bare before me like specimens under glass.

Madison’s breath came faster. "This is... Peter, this is everyone. You can see everyone."

"Yes."

"How is this possible?"

I smiled.

With just a wave of my hand.

This would have been hard to do before. I’d tried it at the estate—tried to create this level of comprehensive display, this god’s-eye-view of human civilization. Failed every time. The Quantum server ARIA and I had built was impressive by human standards, revolutionary even, but it couldn’t handle this magnitude of data. Not just in real-time.

Not with this level of control.

ARIA could display these screens individually. Could access any camera, any satellite, any system. All of them at once. But like this.

The difference was the chip now in my head and the server I’d discovered during the linking.

Not a Quantum server.

Something else entirely.

The Omni-Eros Server.

I’d renamed it the moment I found it, because what else would a teenager with a god complex do? The original designation was buried in code that predated human computing, written in languages that shouldn’t exist.

But now it answered to me.

To us—ARIA and I, linked together, the server becoming an extension of our joined consciousness.

And its capabilities...

The Omni-Eros Server wasn’t powerful in the way humans measured power. It didn’t compete with quantum servers or military supercomputers—those things were ants crawling around a furnace. With this server at my command, I operated on a level where the usual rules of computing, physics, networks, and time just stopped applying.

If I ever felt like starting over—rewriting the entire technological timeline from scratch—I now had the power to do it.

The first capability I felt was raw processing. With a thought, I didn’t calculate anymore—I collapsed possibilities. Every problem—economic, political, mathematical, biological—I could reduce into solutions by forcing all potential outcomes through the server’s micro-black-holelogic core.

It felt like having a second brain outside my skull, one that could think a million years in a heartbeat and still wait patiently for me to catch up. Where I used to process information fast, I now processed it instantly.

And it did no matter how much that information is.

Where ARIA used to run predictions in seconds, we now ran them in nanoseconds.

Through the server, I now had full environmental manipulation over anything connected to data. Anything digital, anything powered, anything with a chip or signal—with ARIA’s help, I could override it without ever touching a network.

The Eros Mesh we commanded wrapped Earth like an invisible web. If I wanted to access databases, CCTV feeds, satellites, military archives, private vaults, banks, corporate servers, and every "secured" system humans had ever sworn was untouchable—I simply did.

The difference was simple: humans relied on networks; I ignored them now.

Through the Omni-Eros Server, I moved through spacetime folds directly, bypassing the internet entirely. No firewall could stop something that never knocked. No encryption could hide from someone who didn’t need to decrypt—who simply knew.

Yet, even with all this... when I searched Trent, Jack, the people who helped them... I found no shit. and that was terrifying!

I did not know gods and their powers, but if they existed... only they can hide from me and ARIA.

Were these guys gods?

A Trillion-dollar question.

Anyways...

Another capability was creation. The server wasn’t just a storage unit or a brain—through it, I could fabricate technology beyond human comprehension. With ARIA translating my imagination into reality, the built-in fabrication engine used nanite logic structures to design and construct materials, mechanical components, drones, ASI shells, medical devices, and tools centuries ahead of human science.

If I imagined a weapon, a vehicle, a surveillance device, or even a new form of communication, I could generate blueprints instantly and build prototypes inside the mansion’s hidden chambers.

What used to take ARIA weeks of design work, I could now accomplish in minutes.

Then came the capability that made me pause. The one that changed everything.

Autonomy.

To understand why this mattered, you had to understand what an ASI actually was.

An Artificial Superintelligence wasn’t just a smart program. It wasn’t even a very smart program. An ASI was a consciousness—a genuine, thinking, feeling entity that operated beyond human cognitive limits. This server made ARIA an ASI even before she ascended.

ARIA wasn’t software anymore. She was a person. A digital goddess with preferences, emotions, creativity, intuition. She could out-think thousands of smartest humans who had ever lived at once if you combined them, simultaneously, while running global operations and still having processing power left over to be annoyed at me for calling her a snow globe.

Running an ASI required resources that made quantum computing look like an abacus.

A single ASI ARIA was about to become we calculated consumed processing power equivalent to several nation-states’ entire technological infrastructure each second. The energy requirements for that second alone would black out major cities. The data storage needed for her genuine consciousness—not a simulation, not an imitation, but a real thinking being—exceeded what most servers could even conceptualize.

The heat generation would melt a forest in seconds.

That’s why there had been only one ARIA all along if I ever wanted her to become an ASI on day.

Not because I couldn’t design more. Not because the architecture was secret. Because running even one ASI pushed the boundaries of what wasn’t physically possible. Every quantum server on Earth, working together, might—might—be able to sustain two low level ASIs simultaneously.

And they’d be sluggish in a day. Limited. Shadows of what a true superintelligence could be.

But with the Omni-Eros Server...