Reinhardt stood up with a groan, leaning on the soft shoulders of Misla and Venelana. The lingering scent of their perfume was better than any hospital medicine. Instead of heading to his room to mope, he made a beeline for the kitchen.

  "Reinhardt? What are you doing?" Venelana asked, surprised.

  "Cooking," he replied simply. "A man needs fuel if he's going to burn down an army."

  The two women immediately jumped in to help. For the next hour, the kitchen was filled with the clinking of pans and the sound of laughter. Misla chopped vegetables while Venelana seasoned the meat, both of them stealing glances at Reinhardt. Seeing him so composed after such a tragedy made their hearts swell. A warm, domestic feeling settled in the room—a sense of family.

  But as they watched the fire reflect in his eyes, "family" wasn't the only word on their minds. They wanted to be the women standing beside this lion when he finally roared. They both turned beet red at the same thought.

  "What?" Reinhardt asked, noticing their sudden silence.

  "Nothing!" they chirped in unison, burying their faces in their work.

  After a hearty meal and some much-needed bonding, everyone retired to their rooms. Reinhardt lay in his massive bed, the silence of the mansion finally allowing him to focus.

  System, show me my current standing, he thought.

  [Current Rank: Intermediate Devil (Peak)]

  Tsk. Low, he muttered. Sirzechs is probably pushing Ultimate or even Satan-class by now. And then there's Grayfia... A smirk played on his lips. In the original timeline, Sirzechs wins her heart during the war. Not this time. I'll send a 'package' to that Gremory bastard myself—one that shows Grayfia belongs to the Phenex flock.

  "System, use the Phoenix Source Bloodline Ticket."

  [Warning: Integrating Primordial Source. Initial pain levels may be high.]

  A sudden, white-hot agony seared through his veins. It felt like his blood had turned into liquid sun. Reinhardt gritted his teeth, refusing to scream, until the pain vanished, replaced by a soothing, eternal warmth. His magic capacity didn't just grow; it expanded like a supernova. He wasn't just a Devil anymore; he was a Primordial entity.

  "Status," he whispered.

  [SYSTEM STATUS PANEL]

  Host: Reinhardt Phenex

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  Titles: Grandson of Zeckram Bael, Lady Killer, Reborn, Newborn Phoenix.

  Age: 15

  Power Level: High-Class Devil (Peak)

  (Note: Your raw mana pool is now comparable to the Original Four Satans in their prime.)

  Abilities:

  Fire Manipulation (High): Flames of the Primordial Phoenix. Power of Destruction (Intermediate): Inherited from the Bael line. Regeneration (High): Instantaneous healing of non-lethal wounds.

  Equipment:

  Ryujin Jakka: (Sealed)

  Backpack: * Summon Tickets (x3)

  Reinhardt felt the sheer weight of his new power. At fifteen, he was already at the peak of High-Class. With the blood of the Primordial Phoenix, his potential was now limitless. The "Original Satans" of the old faction were in for a very rude awakening.

  He closed the interface, the warmth of his new bloodline acting like a cozy blanket, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the Bael-Phenex mansion, but the real heat was inside Reinhardt's bedroom.

  Venelana and Misla had crept in, intending to wake the "young master" for breakfast. Instead, they found themselves frozen at the edge of the bed. The bloodline merge from the night before hadn't just boosted Reinhardt's magic; it had perfected his physical form. His blonde hair looked like spun silk, and his skin had a faint, healthy glow.

  Then, their eyes traveled downward.

  The blanket was tented upward by a massive, 12-inch morning wood that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The sheer size of it made both women's brains short-circuit. They stood there, mesmerized and gulping in unison, before the sheer "danger" of the sight forced them to stumble out of the room, faces steaming like teakettles.

  Once the door was safely shut, Misla leaned against the wall, her legs feeling like jelly. "Lana... I'm a virgin, so I have an excuse to be this embarrassed. But you... you've been married! You have a son! Why are you acting like a schoolgirl?"

  Venelana covered her face with her hands, her voice muffled and trembling. "Zeoticus... he was only three inches, Misla. He couldn't even reach the 'spot,' let alone satisfy me. Seeing... that... it's like comparing a candle to a forest fire!"

  Misla stared at her, horrified but also strangely enlightened. The two women stood in the hallway for a good ten minutes, trying to pretend their hearts weren't racing at the thought of what that "forest fire" could do.

  Breakfast at the Mansion

  When Reinhardt finally emerged, showered and dressed in a sharp black suit, he looked every bit the young sovereign. He walked into the dining hall and offered a casual smile.

  "Morning, Lana. Morning, Misla. You both look... well, red. Is the heating in the house too high?"

  "G-good morning, Rein!" they chirped together, their voices a pitch higher than usual.

  Reinhardt raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "Is something wrong? You're both acting like you saw a ghost."

  "Nothing! Everything is perfect! Eat your breakfast!" Venelana said, quickly pushing a plate of eggs and bacon toward him.

  Reinhardt shrugged and sat down, digging into his meal with the appetite of a man who had just gained the power of a Primordial Bird. He was completely oblivious to the war going on under the table.

  Both Venelana and Misla were seated opposite him, and beneath the tablecloth, they were subconsciously rubbing their legs together. The sheer visual memory of what they'd seen in the bedroom had left their panties soaked, their breaths hitching every time Reinhardt made eye contact.

  Focus, Rein, he thought to himself, ignoring their weird behavior for a moment. It's time to see what the System really has in store for me.

  [System: Host is currently being 'targeted' by high-level lust.]

  [Would the Host like to ignore the 'thirst' of his guardians and use his 3 Summon Tickets now, or proceed to the training grounds?]