Chapter 385: Domain: Fantasy World Of The Fantasy Queen.
"Domain: Fantasy World Of The Fantasy Queen."
Racheal’s cheerful voice drifted through the endless pink mist, carrying across the mountain like a playful whisper. Yet despite the declaration, Damian’s brows slowly knitted together. He instinctively examined his surroundings with every sense available to him, only to discover that... nothing appeared different.
The mountains remained exactly where they had always been. The sky was still hidden beneath dark thunderclouds. The cold wind still swept across the rocky peaks, carrying the scent of rain and ozone. Even Fulgur had not shifted from where he stood. The only noticeable difference was the pink mist quietly seeping from every direction, flowing between rocks, drifting through the air and curling gently around everything like an ocean of colored smoke.
If Rin had not announced they were inside her domain moments earlier, Damian would never have realized anything had changed.
He silently compared it to his own authority. His Desire Domain always manifested as an enclosed cube of illusionary flames. Although he could render those flames invisible after its creation, anyone caught inside would eventually realize something was wrong. Domains are isolated spaces bearing the full authority of a demigod. They declared their existence the moment they were activated.
This...This felt like reality itself.
"I see." Fulgur slowly scanned the surrounding mist, his expression remaining remarkably composed despite the obvious danger. "You have grown this much. Lin Qui truly invested heavily in his wives."
There was admiration hidden beneath those words rather than mockery. Damian blinked before turning toward Rin with visible confusion.
"What exactly am I looking at?"
Rin let out an annoyed sigh through his nose before folding his paws behind his back.
"The greatest difference between a God and a Demigod isn’t authority." He spoke as though repeating a lesson he had explained countless times before. "It’s the difference between possessing a Domain... and possessing a Territory."
Damian frowned thoughtfully.
"What’s the difference?"
"A Domain is simple." Rin answered. "You isolate a portion of reality and replace it with your authority. It’s a separate space created through your power."
He gestured lazily toward the mountains below.
"A Territory is entirely different. Instead of separating your authority from the world, you fuse it with the world itself. The land and m sky becomes your authority. The air, the rivers, the mountains, the forests... Everything becomes an extension of you."
"That is why it’s called a Territory. It has transcended the level of a mere Domain."
Damian remained silent for several moments. His thoughts instinctively wandered toward Sol.
If this was the difference between Domains and Territories...
Then what exactly did the Territory of Pride look like?
How terrifying would it become once Sol completely merged his authority with reality itself?
The mere thought sent a faint chill through him.
"So..." Damian slowly turned back toward Racheal. "Why is she able to use a Territory?"
Rin shook his head before a small smile appeared.
"She isn’t."
Damian blinked.
"This is what’s known as a False Territory. The range is extremely limited and nowhere near the level of a genuine deity."
He pointed toward the drifting mist.
"She’s only capable of this because she’s standing on the threshold of Godhood. It’s the same principle behind Rah."
"Rah?"
"She can cast a False Domain because she’s standing on the threshold of becoming a Demigod."
Damian stared at him blankly.
"...Hold on."
He slowly pointed toward himself before pointing toward the battlefield.
"My wives are standing at the edge of becoming Gods?"
Rin merely shrugged as though discussing the weather.
"Don’t worry too much, It’s the limit of their talent." Rin continued calmly. "Without extraordinary opportunities they’ll never actually cross into Godhood through ordinary cultivation."
Damian stared at him for several seconds before suddenly shouting,
"Wait... what?"
Rin immediately slapped a paw across his own face.
"Focus."
He pointed impatiently toward the battlefield.
"You’re missing most of the fight. You’ll understand the rest later."
Only then did Damian finally obey. The moment his attention shifted back toward the battlefield, his pupils contracted.
"...What?"
Everything had changed. The single mountain they had been standing upon no longer existed in isolation.
Instead, countless identical mountain ranges stretched endlessly in every direction. Jagged peaks rose from the earth one after another until the horizon itself disappeared beneath endless stone.
But what truly unsettled him was the sky.
He slowly lifted his head. Above them floated another mountain range, upside down. An exact reflection of the world beneath their feet.
Mountains hung from the heavens with rivers flowing upward, cliffs suspended in empty space and entire landscapes inverted overhead as though another world had been flipped and placed directly above reality.
The sight made his stomach tighten. His instincts repeatedly screamed the same answer.
It was an illusion.
Yet despite knowing that, he couldn’t distinguish reality from deception. His own illusions suddenly felt embarrassingly crude by comparison.
Once someone recognized the deception inside his Domain, much of its effectiveness diminished because the victim understood they were being manipulated.
Racheal’s illusion operated on an entirely different level. Knowing it was fake changed absolutely nothing. Reality itself had become unreliable.
A soft laugh echoed across the endless mountains.
"You know..."
Her voice came from everywhere at once.
"I’ve already killed you over a thousand times. If not for those dragon scales of yours..."
A playful sigh drifted through the mist.
"You dragons really are difficult to crack."
Damian felt an involuntary chill crawl down his spine. He had never imagined his own wife could sound this terrifying.
The cheerful, mischievous woman who constantly argued with Rin, stole kisses whenever she pleased and shamelessly bullied him for fun was different from the person battling Fulgur.
His gaze unconsciously searched the endless pink world for her figure. For the first time since inheriting Lust, Damian found himself asking a question that genuinely unsettled him.
Just how much didn’t he know about the women who stood beside him every day?
Only now did he realize he was been a terrible husband all along.