I AM A MAGE BUT WITH MILF SYSTEM

Her hand twitched at her side, and for a moment, Julian thought she might strike him. But she didn’t. Instead, she swallowed hard, fighting to regain control of herself.

“Enough,” she finally managed to whisper. But the word came too late. The tension had already broken, and they both knew it. Her delay in speaking had already given him the victory.

Julian chuckled softly, stepping back and creating distance between them. “As you wish, Grandmother,” he teased with a smirk.

He turned once to Augustus before walking away without a second glance at her. Gregoria remained rooted in the same spot, her cheeks marked with faint blush.

Julian’s grin widened as he heard her soft, angry intakes of breath. He didn’t need to look at her to know that her pride had been bruised, but she wasn’t going to show it. Not yet.

But he knew. And so did she.

Reaching the door, Julian paused for a moment and turned to face her. “

Come to my office at night,” he said teasingly but Gregoria could feel the intent hidden behind his words. “and I will heal him completely.”

Then, without another glance, he walked out of the room.

Gregoria’s mind swirled with questions, her fingers curling slightly at her sides. Her sharp eyes locked into his back, but he didn’t wait for her response—he didn’t need to.

She stood frozen. Was this a game? A test? Or something far more dangerous?

Her gaze flickered to Augustus, noticing his face showing clear signs of recovery. Julian’s power was real, and yet he had blocked the final step, forcing her into a choice.

Her hands clenched into fists.

“Damn you, Julian,” she thought, but the heat creeping up her neck wasn’t just anger.

With a slow breath, she turned away, already calculating what the night would bring.

**

Meanwhile, Julian immediately teleported to his own world. His eyes swept over the vast expanse, taking in the changes that had happened in the past few weeks. It had finally evolved into a world befitting a true ruler.

The grand castle he had built, along with the ones meant for his harem, stood tall like celestial monuments. He had named them collectively—the Castle of Magnificence.

Similarly, the towering mountain that held the castle had also been given a name—Mountain of Zenith.

These names weren’t just words, and they carried real power in this world.

Julian had also rewritten everything, reshaping its rules and laws to reflect his vision. Since he had created a separate world within his own—formed by the battle between Creation and Destruction—he had established a distinct set of principles governing its existence.

The main world, his sea of consciousness, was now officially named Throne of the Gods. Whereas the other world had been named Arenvath—a name that carried a simple yet profound meaning: The Eternal Battlefield.

The logic here was simple.

Throne of the Gods served as the ultimate world, a divine realm where Julian and his harem alone resided. The motive behind this was to create a place that was untouched by the struggles of mortals.

Every human and creature that once roamed this world had been transported to Arenvath, the battlefield of eternity. There, they would fight, struggle, and evolve under the harshest conditions.

Julian had designed a strict system to govern these two worlds. In Arenvath, he fixed the highest achievable power to a demi-god. No being could ascend beyond that realm while still residing in that world.

However, should someone break through the Demi-God realm, they would qualify to enter the Throne of the Gods.

This wasn’t just a rule—it was a challenge. Only those who surpassed the Demi-God realm through their own strength, without shortcuts or blessings, would earn the right to exist alongside him.

With this system in place, Julian had effectively created a hierarchy of power, where only the strongest would rise. Throne of the Gods would remain untainted, a paradise for those who had proven their superiority, while Arenvath would serve as the training field, ensuring that only the most exceptional beings survived to join him.

Standing at the peak of his world, Julian smirked. This was just the beginning.

The power system? This was the most interesting part. Since Throne of the Gods possessed mana of a far superior quality compared to the outer world, the creatures living within it could absorb and utilize mana faster and more effectively.

So the outer world measures, like Sacred Realm, Archmage, etc., could not be used here. Thus, Julian created his own power system:

Arenvath:

1. Mortal Awakening Realm: Comparable to Sovereign Mage

2. Celestial Realm: Comparable to late-stage archmage.

3. Profound Awakening Realm: Comparable to peak Grand Mage.

4. Demi God Realm:

Throne of the Gods:

5. Heavenly Ascendance Realm:

The Demi-God and Heavenly Ascendance realms were beyond imagination, with power so profound and unfathomable that they could only be fully understood when one of their kind actually appears.

After taking one more glance around, he teleported out and made his way to his office. The duty of the Duke was tiring, but that was what he had signed up for. As he finished his work, Julian made sure everything was in order before standing up and walking to the dining hall.

The dinner passed uneventfully, with the usual chatter filling the air. The food was delicious as always, and the atmosphere was peaceful, but there was one thing that stood out—the absence of Gregoria.

Her absence only fueled Julian’s excitement. A smirk formed on his face as he considered what the night lay ahead.

Once dinner concluded, Julian stood and excused himself from the table. Making his way back to his room, he closed the door shut and walked to his wardrobe. He reached for a night robe, his fingers brushing over the fabric before pulling it out.

It was black, silky, and shimmered faintly in the light. He quickly slipped into it and stood before the mirror. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he admired his reflection,

“It’s really a crime to be this handsome,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “People should be paying me just to look at them; I should charge a tax for every glance I allow.”

The robe clung to his body perfectly, highlighting his muscles hidden beneath. His cock pressed boldly against the fabric, and it only seemed to widen his grin.