"Please… spare me, fair ladies. I'm nothing now, just a worthless man stripped of his Divine Tyrant Physique!"
In the midst of a vast, chaotic void, Alexander Reed’s voice trembled with fear.
Despite his handsome face—sharp eyebrows, starry eyes—he looked like a beggar with ragged clothes and tangled hair.
In front of him stood a woman in white. To her left, one dressed in violet. To her right, one clad in red.
The three of them had him cornered, and their stares could pierce bone.
What shocked Alexander most wasn't the danger, but the fact that these three, each stunning beyond compare, looked exactly the same.
"So noisy."
The white-clad woman, Lilia Moore, spoke coldly, like a goddess above the clouds.
"Don't be scared. We don’t mean harm,” said the violet-robed one, Violet Moore, her tone soft and comforting. “We just need to dual cultivate with you to heal our origin wounds.”
"Hey, what’s your name? You’re so good-looking!"
Scarlet Moore, the red-dressed one, giggled, warmth in her burning red eyes. Before the words were done, she was already stripping her clothes off!
Then Violet followed.
Finally, Lilia Moore sighed quietly and began to loosen her waist sash.
Their beauty hit like lightning—dazzling. Alexander's eyes widened to the extreme.
“W-Wait, dual cultivation?! I’m still a kid! You can’t just—ahhh!"
He resisted with all his might, but it was no use. His clothes disintegrated into dust, revealing his strong, scarred body.
And just like that... they took turns on him.
...
...
When he finally came to, he felt drained, emptier than ever before.
The three women stood before him, now fully clothed again.
“I am Lilia Moore,” said the white-dressed one, tone rhythm-straight. “Three years from now, if you haven’t reached the Martial King stage, you’ll die during the next dual cultivation.”
A... female Emperor? She was an Emperor-level cultivator?!
And—wait—'next time'?
Hell no! I’ve got nothing left to give!
“I’ll explain,” said the one with the violet-marked forehead, her voice still gentle. “I’m Violet Moore.”
“We three sisters were ambushed while fighting over the Refining Immortal Cauldron. Took origin wounds. Only way to survive was hiding inside the cauldron, resting. Been asleep in here... for thirty billion years now.”
Thirty. Billion. Years.
Alexander’s brain stopped working for a second.
Women that old? They could punch a dozen worlds apart!
“To heal,” Violet went on, “we needed to find someone the cauldron would accept… and dual cultivate with him.”
“We had fleeting moments of consciousness in those long ages, searched across thousands of realms. Finally, we found you. It’s fate.”
Her words were calm, but the weight in them nearly crushed him.
"Wait—why would the cauldron choose me? I used to be a prodigy, sure, but Fiona Brooks stole my Divine Tyrant Physique. My cultivation's crippled, my core shattered—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Because right then, he felt it.
His broken core—whole again. No, not just whole.
A strange chaos-light flickered deep inside, mysterious and powerful beyond reason.
What... what was this?
"During our dual cultivation, I helped you awaken the Chaos Immortal Demon Physique. Far beyond that scrap of a tyrant body you lost."“After we got the Refining Immortal Cauldron, we discovered that only the legendary Chaos Immortal Demon Body could make it recognize a master. Across all realms and eras, it’s the strongest physique ever known.”
Violet Moore spoke up, her voice steady.
“With the cauldron, you can refine the heavens, the earth, and all celestial demons."
Alexander Reed stood there, stunned, the weight of the revelation hitting like thunder. Even the emptiness in his body seemed to stir with new power.
His fists clenched tight, eyes burning with fury as if he could see beyond this ancient chaotic space—see two faces clearly in his mind.
“Fiona Brooks, Julian Gray... you treacherous bastards.”
“You took my Supreme Overlord Body, thinking it was over for me. But now I’ve awakened the strongest body in history. Hah!”
He threw back his head and laughed, a laughter laced with killing intent.
Fifteen years old, a once peerless genius, Alexander had long stepped beyond the Body Tempering Realm, becoming a true warrior.
But Fiona—the gentle, frail flower at his side—had long climbed into Julian’s bed behind his back. They didn’t just betray him, they plotted, using a vile secret art to rip the Supreme Body from him and break his core.
From then, he was branded a cripple.
He’d sworn to crush them one day. And now, his chance had come.
“Darling, I’m Scarlet. It’s time... We’re about to fall back into sleep.”
Her voice rang out, lively and sweet. She clung to his arm, her warm scent washing over him.
“This dual cultivation helped a lot. Later, we can still talk through the cauldron—any questions in cultivation, just ask in your mind!”
“Oh, and about Lilia—she’s just cold on the outside. She already sees you as her man.”
Scarlet Moore's eyes sparkled playfully as she leaned into him.
“We said our piece. Let him go,” came Lilia Moore's quiet words, face tinged crimson. “We have to rest and fully absorb the gains from this.”
“Wait, Sis!” Scarlet suddenly leaned in and kissed Alexander.
In that instant, heat surged through him, a blazing flame coursing into every inch of his body.
He could feel Scarlet weakening—the kiss had drained her.
Then, Lilia waved her hand. The scene dissolved like mist.
Next moment, Alexander was back—in his shabby, broken straw hut.
But the warmth on his lips still lingered.
His core, now filled with chaotic energy, held a mystic three-legged, two-eared cauldron, gently floating.
His body simmered with fire, proof that everything had been real.
“Refining Immortal Cauldron, Chaos Immortal Demon Body, Scarlet Flame, the three empresses, dual cultivation...”
“What a fate. Fiona, Julian—you'd best start trembling.”
He sat on the worn bed, fists tightening.
Boom!
The door shattered into splinters with a violent kick.
“Alexander Reed, you useless mongrel! Still lazing around at this hour?”
“You’re nothing but a servant in the Reed family—and you dare hide here instead of working? Get on your knees! Crawl through my legs barking like a dog, or I’ll break your damn legs!”
A shrill, mocking voice rang out.
