Void Emperor's Yandere Eclipse

Neon Shroud's rain hammered down like liquid plasma, turning the alley into a mirror of betrayal. Joseph's own lieutenants—guys he'd pulled from the gutter—had sold him out. The plasma round hit square in the chest, a white-hot bloom that shredded everything. "Boss, nothing personal," one sneered, before darkness swallowed it all.Then, a gasp. Not death's quiet—life's choke. Joseph blinked through smoke-hazed eyes, sprawled on cold obsidian. Towering arches loomed, etched with glowing runes that screamed "ancient noble crap." His hands—pale, ringed with some gaudy Emmanuval crest—flexed. What the hell?Alarms wailed. Walls shook as ogre drop-pods thudded outside, warhorns blaring. Through cracked viewports, Erebus's skies boiled: phoenix fireballs streaking past dragon silhouettes, Union dreadnoughts vomiting troops. A three-eyed beastman—fangs dripping, third pupil glowing like bad news—burst from a side door, claws out. "Daniel Ebraham Emmanuval, your thread snaps now!"Daniel. Right. Joseph's mind flooded with junk: son of Thom, villain trash fated to die here, chapter one style. Before he could swear, she struck—Lira, elf assassin in void-silk, vibro-daggers kissing his throat. Emerald eyes burned, lips curled in a mix of hate and... hunger? "Emmanuval scum. I'll carve your name into my kills forever."Pain spiked, but then—a ping. No, a bloom in his skull, blue interface sharp as a blade:[Transmigration System Online. Host: Daniel Ebraham Emmanuval. Doom Clock: 00:01:42. Perk Unlocked: Yandere Bind. First Target: Lira Voss. Subvert or Perish. Emmanuval Legacy: Mana Surge Active.]Joseph—no, Daniel now—grinned, Neon Shroud grit fusing with noble blood. Betrayal? He'd written the playbook. He grabbed Lira's wrist, mana exploding like street fire. "You're done killing for them. Now you kill for me. Kneel, blade."Her eyes widened, daggers trembling. Something snapped—yandere tether locking in. She dropped, knees hitting stone, voice a husky whisper. "My lord... my only lord. Let me bathe in their blood for you." Obsession radiated off her, powers syncing: elf precision now his.The beastman lunged, third eye flashing futures: "Fate says—" Daniel's hand shot out, system hijacking its racial essence. Mana chains wrapped, twisting rage to loyalty. "Hunt," he growled. It bowed, snarling vows.Walls breached. Gron—an ogre brute, drop-pod scars fresh—roared through, gravity maul flattening guards. "Emmanuval debt calls!" Friend? Foe? Didn't matter—system pinged Harem Slot 2 Open.Demon rifts tore open, spewing horned horrors. Phoenix shrieks lit the sky, clashing with dragon fire. Demon sirens slithered in, tails coiling. And above it all, eclipsing stars: the Dragon Sovereign's flagship, tendrils of void reaching for Erebus.Lira pressed close, dagger ready. "They all die for you, my love." The beastman howled. Gron smashed a rift shut.Doom clock: 00:00:03.[Victory Path Unlocked: Claim the Siege. Build Begins.]But as the Sovereign's beam charged, a whisper echoed—Thom's ghost? "Survive, son. Take it all."Daniel laughed. Game on.