Hello guys, sorry for lack of update since I'm stock piling chapters and been busy with my Job.
Anyway, there's an idea I want to share.
A while ago, I saw a fanfic about Exorcist having Hachishakusama as a waifu. I tried reading it but the translation was Ass.
I thought I could try making my own but I'm not sure. Here's the rough idea for it.
[ Summary: My name is Shun Zenin, a Cousin to Maki and Mai Zenin as well as Second
Second Cousin once remove (Second cousin's son) to Satoru Gojo.
My Innate Technique had awakened when I was only 10 years old. The power was Regression. I'm able to regress anything and passively like a Binding Vow had left my body at the age of 10 years old.
The concept of Infinity seems to have a side effect on my body.
I'm what people call a Shota.
"Wait, I had another Innate Technique? How? Is it because of those memories?"
I didn't expect to gain memories from a person who saw my world as fiction.
"Is that why Hachishakusama and Sadako Yakumura are charmed by me?" ]
I know it's a bit rough but I simply had the idea and wanted to share.
Tags:
Shota X Mass Harem
World added:
Jujutsu Kaisen
Chainsaw Man (Reze best girl, should Denji be genderbend?)
Dandadan
Tokyo Ghoul
Mieruko-chan
Fatal Frame Series (I have to watch it later)
Twin Star Exorcist (Maybe)
Mato Seihei Slave (Not sure yet)
Highschool of the Dead (Maybe only Saeko making her related to Miwa)
It (Pennywise, a bit of an alternative story. To get Beverly but this is still big fat MAYBE.)
You can suggest more horror stuff for MC to do and expand upon.
I also recommend the fanfic named "Into the horrorverse" I love how pennywise and Jeepers creepers were fucked by the mc and his "sisters".
Anyway that aside, enjoy the chapter.
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Mattias is currently in his quarters to be left alone. Catelyn and Arya laid in his bed still soundly sleeping after what happened last night.
[ Kaiser Ghidorah ]
[ Descriptions: Godzilla Final Wars - What happens when you take the destroyer of worlds, the tyrant of the cosmos, and compress him into a familiar-sized vessel? You get Kaiser Ghidorah a three-headed draconic entity of overwhelming arrogance and apocalyptic might. Even diminished, his presence radiates malice and grandeur. Each head retains a fragment of his former intelligence and power, bickering and plotting in unison.
Kaiser Ghidorah excels in aerial combat and energy manipulation, able to drain life force, unleash gravity beams, and project devastating electric storms, though at this stage, these are greatly reduced in scale. His body still carries natural resilience to physical and energy-based attacks, befitting an apex destroyer.
While he begins weaker than his true self, his power will steadily return through acts of domination, destruction, and conquest. The more he asserts his supremacy over lesser beings, the faster he evolves. ]
[ Master Kama Sutra ]
[ Description: You are a true master of lovemaking and passion, no mortal man can match your mastery over the carnal arts, and the bodies of your partners may as well be putty in your hands, even gods would be rendered to helpless messes with your lovemaking skills. ]
[ Kingdom Soul ]
[ Description: Your soul is its own sovereign kingdom, you can take the souls of the people you have killed or any wayward souls you have encountered into your soul and add them to your kingdom. For spirit-like entities, inside of you is like a vast kingdom that you can shape at your will, acting as an afterlife of its own. You can control the souls inside of your kingdom to either turn them into physical soldiers with your mana, sacrifice them to increase your power, recover your energy, or simply let them exist in your kingdom. ]
He saw the reward and couldn't help but smirk since he was getting stronger and stronger that this was not a simple war anymore but en extermination.
Mattias knows having a dragon will certainly cause his enemies morale to lower than before but he doesn't care. He will overwhelm them when needed.
From what he remembers, Keizer Ghidorah is a superior version of King Ghidorah and easily scales a planetary to Solar system.
The dragon is immensely powerful even in a weakened state.
He decided to summon Keizer Ghidorah later and concentrated on preparing his army for combat.
Eventually, Mattias met with Bryden along with several of his trusted bannermen, lords of lesser houses sworn to House Tully. The chamber was quiet save for the faint crackle of torches along the stone walls.
Swain and Darius sat beside Mattias, their faces composed but alert, while Catelyn took her seat closest to him, ready to lend her voice to the discussion.
Bryden cleared his throat, his eyes shifting from one face to another.
"We're gathered here to decide our next move. With the North scattered and the South bleeding itself dry, every decision from here on will shape the Riverlands' future."
Mattias leaned forward, his calm gaze cutting through the tension.
"Then let's begin. The war has narrowed its players — Tywin Lannister, Stannis Baratheon, and Balon Greyjoy. Renly is dead. Robb is dead. The realm bleeds for the ambitions of fools."
Bryden's jaw tightened, but he nodded.
"Aye… though calling them fools won't stop them. The Lannisters are entrenched, the Ironborn raid our coasts, and Stannis still burns with his god's fire."
Mattias's expression darkened slightly.
"Then perhaps we should start with the one who made this possible in the first place."
Catelyn looked at him, brows furrowing.
"What do you mean by that?"
Mattias met her eyes steadily.
"Petyr Baelish."
The room went still. Bryden blinked, confused, while the lords exchanged uncertain glances. Catelyn's face paled, then flushed red with disbelief.
"Petyr? No. He was a friend to our house — to me. He aided us when few would. You accuse him without proof?"
Mattias remained composed, his tone even but sharp.
"A friend? Perhaps once. But he is the spider who wove half of this chaos. Every betrayal, every alliance turned rotten — his shadow lingers behind them."
Catelyn shook her head, her voice rising slightly.
"You're wrong! Petyr may be ambitious, but he would never—"
Bryden's eyes narrowed as he turned toward Mattias.
"That's a heavy claim, lad. Best you've something to back it, or you risk turning friend against friend."
Mattias didn't flinch.
"Oh, I intend to. But before I do, I suggest you remember: in a world built on lies, the cleverest liar sits closest to the truth."
The chamber fell into uneasy silence — the flicker of torchlight dancing across faces twisted by doubt, anger, and unease.
Catelyn sat frozen in her chair, her lips parted but no words coming forth. The air in the chamber felt heavy, pressing down on her chest.
Petyr?
Her mind reeled back through years of memory — the boy who'd dueled for her hand, the man who'd whispered promises of aid, the one who'd sent her that fateful letter that started it all.
Her hands trembled beneath the table, unseen. No… he wouldn't. He couldn't. Yet Mattias's eyes were steady — calm, unwavering, as though he were stating an undeniable truth.
Bryden watched his niece silently, understanding the war waging behind her calm façade. He had known Petyr Baelish's typw, silver-tongued men who rose from nothing and smiled as they slit throats in the dark.
Mattias broke the silence, his voice cutting clean through the tension.
"I know it's difficult to believe, but I've gathered enough to see the web for what it is. The conflict that tore Westeros apart was not only born from honor or vengeance… but from one man's ambition."
Catelyn's eyes flickered to him, her voice faint but trembling.
"Explain. Please."
Mattias nodded.
"The war began because of Petyr Baelish, the Master of Coin and Lysa Arryn, your sister. They poisoned her husband, Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King. Petyr told her to send you a letter claiming the Lannisters were responsible."
Catelyn's breath hitched; her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the table.
"Lysa… my own sister?"
"Yes," Mattias said grimly.
"Petyr used her love and madness to his advantage. That letter pushed you to urge your husband to confront the Lannisters. It set everything in motion. Ned's death, Robb's rebellion, the war of five kings. All of it began because one man wanted to climb higher."
Bryden's brows furrowed deeply, a grim scowl forming on his weathered face.
"Aye… and Petyr's from that wretched spit of land by the Fingers. Always did think himself cleverer than his betters."
"He is clever," Mattias said plainly.
"Too clever. Every move was calculated from manipulating Ned Stark to betray his position in King's Landing, to turning your sister into a puppet. All for power, coin, and a title."
Catelyn looked down, her voice cracking as she spoke.
"So my husband… my son… all of it was his doing?"
Mattias's tone softened slightly, though his eyes stayed hard.
"He lit the spark. The rest…the greed, the pride, the cruelty…were the dry woods that burned because of it."
The room fell into grim silence. The torches flickered, their shadows dancing across stone walls as if mocking the stillness of the people within.
Bryden finally exhaled through his nose, rubbing his beard as he spoke.
"So the boy plays at god, does he? Setting kingdoms aflame just to watch the ashes fall where he pleases."
He turned to Mattias, his expression sharp with restrained fury.
"What do you plan to do with the lad, then?"
Mattias's eyes glinted coldly under the torchlight.
Mattias leaned back in his chair, eyes cold as tempered steel. The flickering torchlight cast a sharp shadow across his face, deepening the quiet menace in his voice.
"Death is too merciful for him," Mattias said evenly, his tone almost calm. Too calm.
"He thrives on control, on pulling strings and thinking himself untouchable. A man like that doesn't deserve death. He deserves despair to lose every ounce of power and influence, and know it was his own hubris who took it from him."
The air in the room seemed to tighten. Bryden Tully's face paled; though he had seen his share of death and war, the aura radiating from Mattias now felt different — heavier, darker, like standing at the edge of a storm that devoured everything it touched. His knuckles whitened around the edge of the table.
"Seven hells…" Bryden muttered, his voice low.
"That look in your eyes, lad… it chills a man worse than winter's breath."
Catelyn glanced at Mattias, torn between fear and awe. She had seen men with wrath in their hearts before Robb when he went to war, Ned when he passed judgment… but this was something else entirely.
Though, Mattias was not angry and simply stated how he treats his enemy. Not to mention, he could sense Catelyn's emotion and dislike how she feels betrayed.
This isn't some fake love from Mattias but actually genuine feelings despite only knowing each other for a month.
Mattias turned his gaze toward her, softer now.
"He has already done more damage than most men ever could. The wars, the Frey's betrayals…they all trace back to him. And to think, while kingdoms bled, he grew richer. He's been siphoning gold, moving it through false accounts and shell traders, putting King's Landing in debt to foreign lenders. Sooner or later, the crown will collapse under the weight of his deceit."
Swain's eyes narrowed, intrigued.
"A kingdom strangled not by war, but by its own purse strings. Clever…and suicidal."
"Indeed," Mattias replied. "That's why we'll take advantage of the chaos. The moment the lion weakens, the wolf and trout will strike."
Darius grunted approvingly from his seat.
"Then we'll crush them while they're distracted. Break their walls before they even realize they've been flanked."
Bryden, still uneasy, folded his arms.
"You've thought this through, haven't you, lad? Every move."
Mattias gave a faint, knowing smile — one that carried both confidence and weight.
"I've been planning long before we set foot in Riverrun. But our next step determines everything."
He rose slowly from his chair, the metal of his armor faintly clinking in the dim light. His presence alone seemed to command silence.
Mattias' tone hardened as he looked around the room, his gaze sharp enough to silence even the murmurs of disbelief that had begun to ripple through the gathered men.
"We will win this war," he said evenly, "by first focusing on the traitors among us."
Brynden's brow furrowed, his hands tightening on the table's edge. "You mean to say there are spies here, in Riverrun?"
Mattias nodded. "Varys' little birds. And a few who've bent the knee to the Lannisters in secret. They pass along whispers, troop numbers, supplies, and letters. Some of them have been doing it for years."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Brynden's expression twisted in fury. "Name them."
Mattias didn't hesitate. He listed the names calmly—each one landing like a blade on the table. When he finished, Brynden slammed his fist down hard enough to rattle the goblets.
"Those treacherous bastards! I'll have their heads on the walls before the day is done—"
"Enough," Swain interrupted sharply, his voice cutting through Brynden's anger. "Killing them will do more harm than good."
Brynden glared at him. "You'd let them live? After what they've done?"
Swain crossed his arms, calm but firm. "We let them think they've fooled us. If we move against them now, their masters in King's Landing will know we're aware. But if we stay silent…"—he allowed a thin, calculating smile—"…we can feed them what we want Varys and Tywin to hear."
Mattias nodded in approval. "Exactly. We turn their own game against them. They'll carry our lies straight into the Red Keep, and by the time the Lannisters act on false intelligence, we'll already be three steps ahead."
Brynden looked between them, still seething but starting to understand. "You're suggesting we use the traitors as bait."
"As weapons," Mattias corrected. "Weapons that will help us win this war before the first sword is even drawn."
He let the words hang in the air, the tension thick and heavy, before finishing coldly—
"Before we march, we cleanse our house. Quietly."
And with that, every man in the chamber knew the war for the Riverlands had already begun.