Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now
Chapter 36: Legion Protocol

Chapter 36: Legion Protocol

The silence after Sasha’s departure was suffocating, pressing down on the ruined penthouse like a physical weight. The air itself seemed to have thickened, becoming harder to breathe, harder to move through. Every shadow felt deeper, every reflection in the scattered glass sharper and more accusatory.

Charles Manson knelt on the shattered floor of what had once been his sanctuary, surrounded by the debris of his former life. Glass shards glittered beneath him like broken stars fallen from some distant heaven, each fragment catching the pale moonlight and throwing it back in cruel, fractured patterns. The portal’s vanishing light had left behind more than just empty space—it had carved out a void both in the room and inside his chest, a hollow ache that seemed to expand with every heartbeat.

His fingers curled slowly into fists, knuckles white with the force of his grip. Blood trickled down his palm from where he’d caught Ronan’s blade, each drop falling to the expensive carpet with quiet, rhythmic precision. The wound should have hurt, but he felt nothing except the growing emptiness where Sasha’s presence used to warm him from the inside.

His system flickered erratically, the usually stable interface now responding to his emotional chaos like a broken compass spinning wildly. Warning lights cascaded across his vision in urgent reds and yellows, each alert more desperate than the last.

> [Lust Sync Stabilization: 46%... 39%... 22%...]

> [Critical Warning: Sync Integrity Failing.]

> [Host Status: Mentally Volatile.]

> [Emotional Threshold: EXCEEDED]

> [Backup Protocols Searching...]

The holographic interface twisted and pixelated before his eyes, familiar symbols becoming distorted fragments of themselves. Data streams that had always flowed smoothly now stuttered and glitched like a dying television screen. And then, in the chaos of failing code, something new emerged.

A symbol flashed into existence—a crimson ouroboros devouring its own tail, ancient and terrible and utterly foreign to everything he thought he knew about his own systems. The image pulsed with its own inner light, hypnotic and somehow alive.

> [EMERGENCY PROTOCOL DETECTED]

> [Wrath Engine Protocol: ACTIVATED.]

> [New Sync Type Unlocked: Wrath Sync]

> [Emotion Trigger: Profound Betrayal.]

> [Auto-Link Established: Emergency Surge Mode.]

> [WARNING: THIS PATH CANNOT BE UNDONE]

And then—BOOM.

A pulse of raw, primal energy erupted from Charles’s body like a nuclear detonation in miniature. The remaining windows exploded outward in a cascade of glittering fragments that caught the moonlight like falling stars. Furniture that had survived Ronan’s attack was now tossed across the room like children’s toys, the massive leather sofa flipping end over end before crashing into the far wall. Even the reinforced steel support beams groaned under the pressure wave.

Ronan’s unconscious body slid across the marble floor until it hit the far wall with a sickening thud. Only his corrupted aura, flickering weakly around him like dying flames, provided enough protection to keep the blast from killing him outright.

Charles rose slowly from his knees, movements deliberate and predatory. His eyes now held something that hadn’t been there before—two layered rings of color that pulsed with their own inner light. Lust-pink burned at the center, the familiar signature of his original power, but now it was surrounded by a ring of deep crimson that seemed to devour light rather than emit it.

The very air around him began to warp and bend, reality itself recoiling from whatever he was becoming. The temperature dropped noticeably, and frost began to form on the broken glass scattered across the floor.

Heavy footsteps echoed from the emergency stairwell, growing closer with each second. The elevator had been destroyed in the blast, but that wouldn’t stop his inner circle from reaching him.

Kailee burst through the reinforced door first, her twin katanas already drawn and gleaming in the strange light emanating from Charles’s transformed aura. She wore only a silk robe hastily grabbed from his closet, the black fabric barely reaching her thighs. Her usually perfect hair was disheveled, and her eyes held the alert wariness of a warrior who’d been awakened by the sound of battle.

Behind her came Naomi, her scientist’s mind already cataloging the destruction even as her body moved with trained efficiency. Her white blouse was half-buttoned, clearly thrown on in haste, and her dark hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Her tablet was already in her hands, sensors scanning the room for threats and anomalies.

Both women froze at the sight that greeted them.

The Charles they knew—controlled, calculating, master of every situation—was gone. In his place stood something that looked like him but radiated power that made their enhanced nervous systems scream warnings. The air around him shimmered with heat distortion despite the sudden cold, creating visual paradoxes that hurt to look at directly.

"Charles?" Kailee whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling energy that filled the room. Her weapons remained ready, but her stance had shifted from aggressive to protective. "What the hell just happened here?"

He didn’t answer immediately. His head tilted slightly, like a predator listening for prey, and his breathing had become unnaturally slow and deep. Each exhale created small clouds of vapor in the suddenly frigid air.

"Something’s wrong," Naomi said, her scientific training overriding her emotional response. Her tablet’s readings were going haywire, sensors detecting energy signatures that shouldn’t exist. "That aura... it’s not just Lust Sync anymore. There’s something else merged with it. Something ancient."

The air around Charles continued to shimmer like rising heat from summer pavement, creating visual distortions that made it difficult to focus on him directly. When he moved, even slightly, reality seemed to lag behind him, as if the universe itself was having trouble processing his new existence.

"He’s going critical," Naomi muttered, her voice tight with growing fear as she read the data streaming across her screen. "His core is syncing with an unregistered system—something that predates modern sync technology by centuries, maybe millennia."

"Charles!" Kailee shouted, taking a careful step forward while keeping her blades at the ready. Her warrior’s instincts told her to be prepared for anything. "Look at me. Focus on my voice. What did they do to you?"

At the sound of her voice, the red ring in Charles’s eyes pulsed brighter, like a predator responding to movement. The temperature in the room dropped another few degrees, and ice began forming on the walls.

He turned to them with mechanical precision, his movements too fluid to be entirely human. "They took her."

Kailee lowered her blades slightly, recognizing the pain beneath the otherworldly power. "Who? Who did they take?"

"Sasha." The name left his lips like a prayer and a curse combined, carrying weight that made the air itself seem to thicken.

Naomi gasped, her tablet nearly slipping from suddenly nerveless fingers. "The Church got to her? How? Your security systems should have—"

"She gave herself up to protect me," he continued, his voice carrying harmonics that resonated in their bones. "She lied to me. Kissed me goodbye... then walked into their portal willingly."

The words hung in the air like physical things, heavy with betrayal and loss. Kailee could see now that this wasn’t just rage powering his transformation—it was something far more dangerous. Heartbreak mixed with power was a combination that could reshape the world.

Kailee stepped closer, speaking as gently as she could while still projecting authority. "Charles, you need to listen to me. You need to suppress the Wrath Sync. The readings Naomi’s getting suggest it’s not stable. You’re overloading your core systems. If you push too hard, too fast, you could burn out completely."

But he wasn’t listening. His attention had turned inward, to voices and whispers only he could hear. Something fundamental in him had snapped—not from rage at his enemies, not from the intoxication of new power, but from the simple, devastating fact that the woman he loved had chosen to leave him.

The system responded to his emotional state with mechanical precision.

> [Emotion Lock Triggered.]

> [Wrath Sync Override: Stage One Initiated.]

> [Host Psychological Profile: Abandoned/Betrayed]

> [Recommended Action: Eliminate All Threats]

> [Restraint Protocols: DISABLED]

Without warning, his body began to lift slightly off the floor, defying gravity through sheer force of will made manifest. Red tendrils of energy wrapped around his arms and chest like living things, pulsing with their own heartbeats. His shirt simply ceased to exist, burned away by the intensity of his transformation.

Tattoos that hadn’t existed moments before began to appear across his torso—circular glyphs and symbols that glowed with inner fire. The designs moved and shifted as they appeared, the script literally writing itself across his skin in languages that predated human civilization.

Naomi staggered backward, her face pale with recognition and terror. "Those aren’t normal sync markings. That’s forbidden coding—quantum script that was banned centuries ago. That’s Eldar Technology!"

The implications hit her like a physical blow. The Eldar had been the previous dominant species on Earth, wiped out in wars so catastrophic that most records had been lost. Their technology was considered too dangerous for human use, locked away in vaults that required unanimous global approval to open.

Charles spoke, but the voice that emerged was layered—his familiar tones underscored by something ancient and utterly inhuman. "She was my anchor. The chain that kept the monster contained. Now I’m unchained."

Then he vanished.

Not invisibility, not speed beyond perception—he simply ceased to exist in one location and existed in another. The space he’d occupied twisted briefly, reality folding in on itself before snapping back to normal.

The floor beneath where he’d stood cracked and buckled, marble splitting like ice under impossible pressure.

BOOM.

He reappeared behind Ronan’s unconscious form, materiating from nothingness with casual ease. His hand shot out and closed around the corrupted man’s throat, lifting his limp body into the air as if he weighed nothing at all. Ronan’s feet dangled uselessly, and the glow from his corrupted aura flickered weakly against Charles’s overwhelming presence.

Kailee and Naomi moved simultaneously, desperation lending speed to their actions.

"CHARLES, DON’T—!"

He raised Ronan’s body higher, his grip tightening with the deliberate precision of an executioner preparing to complete his work. The corrupted man’s breathing became labored, then stopped altogether.

> [Wrath Sync: Bloodlust Threshold Exceeded.]

> [Target Identified: Hostile/Threat]

> [Do you wish to terminate the target? Y/N]

> [Sync Override Permission: GRANTED.]

> [Executing in 3... 2... 1...]

But then, cutting through the mechanical countdown, came something impossible.

A whisper.

Soft as silk against skin.

Delicate as morning dew.

From nowhere and everywhere at once.

"...Charles..."

His eyes widened, the red glow flickering as confusion replaced certainty. The grip on Ronan’s throat loosened just slightly.

He dropped the man immediately and spun around, searching the ruined room with desperate intensity. "Who said that? Where are you?"

The energy wreathing his body hissed and writhed, as confused as he was by the voice that had no source, no origin point that made sense.

"...Don’t lose yourself..." The whisper came again, carrying love and desperate hope. "...Remember who you really are..."

It was Sasha’s voice, unmistakably hers, but she wasn’t here. Couldn’t be here. The portal had taken her to places beyond his reach.

A single cherry blossom petal materialized from empty air, floating down like a feather to land gently in his outstretched palm. The flower was perfect, untouched by the violence and destruction surrounding them, carrying the faint scent of spring gardens and better times.

He stared at it with absolute focus, and in that moment of wonder, the Wrath Sync wavered like a candle flame in a sudden breeze.

> [Emotional Interference Detected.]

> [Unknown Variable: Love/Hope Resonance]

> [Override Sequence: Paused.]

> [Wrath Sync Lockdown Mode Engaged.]

> [System Cooling Down...]

The red energy surrounding him flickered and dimmed, then began to retract back into his skin. He collapsed to one knee, the transformation’s toll hitting him all at once. Sweat poured down his face and chest, and his breathing became ragged and desperate.

Naomi rushed to his side, her medical training taking over. Her hands moved quickly, checking his pulse and examining his eyes for signs of permanent damage. "He’s alive. Barely. His core temperature spiked to dangerous levels, but it’s cooling now."

Kailee knelt beside him, her warrior’s stoicism cracking as she gently touched his face. Her fingers were surprisingly tender against his fevered skin. "What did they do to you...?"

He looked at both women through eyes that were haunted but finally grounded in the present moment. The dual-colored rings were still there, but dimmed to manageable levels.

"They didn’t do this to me," he said slowly, each word carefully measured. "This power was already inside me, sleeping in my genetic code. I just didn’t know it existed until something broke me badly enough to wake it up."

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy with implications none of them wanted to fully consider.

Naomi stood up quickly, tapping her earpiece to activate emergency protocols. "We need to move. That energy pulse probably triggered every alarm system in the city. Security forces, Guild agents, probably government black ops teams—they’ll all be converging on this location."

Kailee frowned, her tactical mind already calculating routes and obstacles. "Where do we go? The city’s not safe anymore. The Church knows where we are, they have our patterns. Every safe house could be compromised."

Charles stood slowly, his movements still careful but growing stronger with each passing moment. When he met their eyes, they saw something that made them both step back—not fear, but recognition of absolute determination.

"We go after her."

Naomi’s eyes widened with disbelief. "You mean Sasha? Charles, that’s suicide. Even if we knew where they took her—"

"I saw the sigil on their portal," he interrupted, his voice gaining strength and certainty. "I know exactly where they took her. The Church’s Black Vault, beneath the City of Hollow Saints."

The name sent chills through both women. The City of Hollow Saints was legend among sync users—a fortress built into a mountain, protected by ancient wards and modern weapons systems. It was where the Church took those they wanted to disappear forever.

Kailee stepped forward, her voice low and serious. "That place is impregnable. You’d need an army to even approach the outer defenses, let alone penetrate to the Vault levels."

Charles met her eyes with a smile that was both beautiful and terrifying. "Then I’ll become one."

As if summoned by his words, the Lust Sync system flared back to life—but now it was different, evolved, merged with something new and dangerous. A screen materialized in the air before him, glowing with possibilities.

> [Wrath-Lust Hybrid Sync Path: Unlocked.]

> [Evolution Available: Harem Legion Protocol.]

> [Classification: Forbidden Tier System]

> [Warning: Once chosen, this path cannot be reversed.]

> [Warning: User will be marked as Eternal Outcast.]

> [Warning: No Guild, Order, or Government will acknowledge user.]

> [Do you wish to proceed? Y/N]

Naomi backed away as she read the warnings, her face pale with understanding. "You can’t do this. That’s a One-Way Tier evolution. It’ll mark you as an eternal pariah. No legitimate organization will ever work with you again. You’ll be hunted by everyone, everywhere."

Charles looked at the screen, then at the petal still resting in his palm, then at the two women who had risked everything to stand by his side.

He didn’t hesitate.

He selected: [ACCEPT]

A roar of system power surged through his core like molten lightning, rewriting his very DNA in real-time. His skin burned as symbols rearranged themselves, merging Lust and Wrath into something entirely new. The pain was exquisite and terrible, but he welcomed it as the price of transformation.

> [Harem Legion Protocol: ACTIVATED.]

> [All Primary Linked Women Now Share Combat Buffs and Aura Synergy.]

> [Sync Chain Established: Kailee, Naomi, Sasha (Remote Link Pending).]

> [New Abilities Unlocked: Collective Consciousness, Shared Power Pool, Battlefield Coordination.]

> [Warning: Bond Level Increases Exponentially With Each Addition.]

Kailee gasped as power flooded through her body, her already formidable combat abilities amplifying beyond anything she’d experienced. Her muscles felt stronger, her reflexes faster, her connection to her weapons deeper and more intuitive. She could feel Charles’s presence in her mind—not invasive, but comforting, like a warm hand on her shoulder.

"What... what is this?" she whispered, staring at her hands as they glowed with faint energy.

Charles turned to them both, his voice carrying new depths of authority and promise. "You two aren’t just part of my harem anymore."

His eyes blazed with purpose as he looked toward the window, toward the city that had taken everything from him.

"You’re my army."

Outside, the city groaned as a massive tremor shook the skyline. Buildings swayed like trees in a hurricane, and in the distance, car alarms began wailing in harmony. From the north, where the industrial district met the old city, black mist began to rise—thick and ominous, spreading across the horizon like spilled ink.

Naomi’s voice trembled as she stared at the approaching darkness. "What the hell is that?"

Before anyone could speculate, a system alert materialized in blazing red text that filled their entire field of vision.

> [PRIORITY ALERT: New Hostile Detected.]

> [Name: Lucien Manson.]

> [Relation: Unknown Genetic Match]

> [System Signature: Chaos Sync]

> [Power Level: IMMEASURABLE]

> [Threat Assessment: EXTINCTION CLASS]

> [Objective: Terminate Charles Manson]

> [ETA: 47 Minutes]

Charles froze as he read the name again, his blood turning to ice in his veins.

Lucien Manson.

Same surname.

Same bloodline.

But how was that possible?

"Who the hell is Lucien?" Naomi whispered, her voice barely audible above the growing sound of chaos from the streets below.

Kailee checked her newly enhanced interface, her warrior’s instincts screaming warnings as data flooded her consciousness. Her face went pale as she processed what she was seeing. "Charles... you’re really not going to like this."

Charles clenched his fists, feeling power respond to his emotional state. "Tell me. Everything."

Kailee’s voice was steady despite the fear in her eyes as she read the classified data now accessible through their shared link.

"Lucien Manson: Origin classified beyond top secret clearance. Sync Rank—unknown, possibly infinite. System classification—Chaos, subtype Devourer. Primary ability—absorption and corruption of other sync users. Class designation: World Ender. Current objective: Complete termination of Charles Manson and all associated entities."

She paused, then continued with growing horror. "Charles... according to this data, he’s not just another enemy. He’s your genetic duplicate. Your dark reflection. Everything you could become if you chose a different path."

Charles exhaled slowly, the sound carrying weight that made the broken windows rattle.

Of course.

They had just unlocked unprecedented power, chosen a path that would make them legends or monsters depending on who was telling the story.

And now, as if summoned by cosmic sense of balance, fate had introduced an equal and opposite force.

A devourer to match his creation.

A darkness to balance his light.

Possibly stronger than anything he could become.

And coming fast.

A black mist on the horizon pulsed like a heartbeat, and Charles could swear he heard laughter carried on the wind — familiar laughter that sounded disturbingly like his own voice, twisted and corrupted beyond recognition.

The war for his soul was about to begin.