Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Divine Domination Plan
Tala was still sprawled across the table, panting hard, when Jax snapped his fingers and the clone moved like a soldier obeying orders. Jax grabbed the shining armor from the pedestal and, piece by piece, began to dress his double. Black plates trimmed in gold fit perfectly against the identical body, each silver gem glowing like stars embedded in the flesh of a god.
The helmet came last, hiding the clone’s face. The presence it radiated was almost oppressive. This wasn’t a man, not even a warrior... it was something that looked like it had fallen from the heavens, a god made of flesh and steel.
"Perfect," Jax muttered with satisfaction.
They both stepped out of the workshop, the clone marching at his creator’s side. As soon as they crossed the entrance of the refuge, every gaze turned instantly. Silence fell across beasts, dragonborn, and humans alike. Seeing two Jaxes walking together was already enough to shatter logic... but the clone dressed in divine armor stirred something deeper: reverence.
"Is... is that another him?" Karely whispered, swallowing hard.
"It feels... like the air just got heavier," Lyra added, her eyes wide.
Jax smirked arrogantly. "You see it, don’t you? This will be my other self."
But showing it wasn’t enough. It had to be tested. Without warning, Jax spun and slammed a fist into the clone’s chest. The impact boomed like thunder, sparks flying off the golden metal. The clone staggered back only a step, then countered with a punch that Jax blocked with his forearm.
The ground cracked beneath their feet.
They went all in. Blazing swords made of pure energy clashed again and again, filling the air with golden flashes. The clone moved with perfect synchronization, every strike as brutal as if it came from the real Jax.
The women held their breath, unable to look away. It was like watching two gods unleash their fury on earth.
Jax grinned during the fight. Each exchange told him more. The clone had about 80% of his real power. More than enough to crush demon kings without breaking a sweat. But Jax knew the truth: if an emperor on the level of the beast that had stood beside Poseidon showed up, the clone wouldn’t last a fight.
Strong. Deadly. But not invincible.
The fight ended with both of them standing meters apart, golden energy crackling between them. Jax lifted his hand and the clone instantly froze, returning to a firm stance like a knight obeying his king.
"Yes... you’ll serve perfectly," Jax murmured, pride burning in his eyes.
The clone stood tall, divine armor gleaming under the light breaking through the waterfall. Jax stared at him in silence, a crooked smile tugging at his lips as he caught his breath from the spar.
He moves well... Jax thought. Though it’s strange. It’s like watching myself from the outside while also feeling everything doubled. Every punch, every step... as if my consciousness is split in two bodies.
Not uncomfortable, but unsettling. There was a faint delay, an echo in the responses—but still, the synchronization was almost perfect.
The women and subjects slowly gathered. Lyra was the first, eyes bright with curiosity.
"What... what exactly is that? Another you? Or some kind of illusion?"
"It feels real," Zela whispered, stepping back from the pressure radiating off the clone. "Even more real than us."
Karely frowned, voice low. "Is he going to stay here? Or... what are you planning to do with him?"
Jax narrowed his eyes, savoring the silence before he finally answered, calm but absolute:
"This clone is my other half. I created him for what’s coming. I can’t leave this forest... to do so would leave it exposed, an invitation for destruction. Here is where I stay, protecting you all and the believers who already follow me."
He turned toward his clone, presenting him like an heir to a throne.
"But this one... I’ll send him to the continent. He’ll go town by town, city by city, gathering faith. Not as a beggar. Not as a charlatan... but as a god descended."
The words shook the air.
Manaia raised an eyebrow, doubtful. "And you think people will just hand you their faith because he shows up looking divine?"
Jax smirked sideways. "When humans suffer, they cling to any light that appears. I saw it while hunting the Demon King. I saw misery, hunger, fear... all of it can be turned into devotion. They just need someone to stand as their answer."
The clone stood unmoving at his side, radiating divine authority.
"My real self will remain here. The clone will carry my consciousness. It’ll be me—in body and spirit, though not with all my power. Still, enough to make demon kings tremble."
A heavy silence spread. No one could find words right away. Jax’s plan sounded impossible... and yet, at the same time, inevitable.
He crossed his arms, confidence carved across his face.
"Soon, this forest will no longer be just a refuge. It will be the birthplace of a faith that spreads across the entire continent."
The women exchanged glances, processing his words. This wasn’t just strategy, it was domination that went beyond blade and magic: conquering hearts, bending souls, and turning fear into worship.
Lyra swallowed. Manaia narrowed her eyes, but there was excitement burning in them. Zela bit her lower lip, perfectly understanding the weight of that ambition. Karely only sighed, torn between resignation and fascination.
Then hurried footsteps echoed behind the waterfall. Tala stumbled in, armor half-buckled, hair a mess, legs trembling. She could barely walk straight. Her cheeks flushed scarlet, and her lips curved into a tired but satisfied smile.
Everyone turned to her in silence, the air growing heavier.
Jax’s voice cut through, deep and loaded with intent:
"Before sending him to the continent... we should celebrate this achievement."
His gaze slid across each of them, one by one, like a predator sizing up prey. The grin curling his lips left no doubt what he meant.
The women froze, breath catching. No words were needed. Their eyes met, and slowly excitement lit up their faces. Their bodies responded first, heat rising from their cores, soaking their [panties] as anticipation took over.
The air in the cavern grew electric, thick with desire. The clone stood like a divine statue at Jax’s side, while Jax himself looked every bit the carnal god about to claim what was his.
The Chapter closed with them trembling in expectation, breaths quickening, knowing the real celebration was about to begin.