The Scum Emperor's Redemption System

Chapter 147 Unite The Hearts! (1)

Out of nowhere, a translucent screen had appeared before her eyes, shimmering faintly in the air like an otherworldly projection.

[System Notification]

Mission: Unite the Hearts!

Objective: Bring harmony to your three wives and strengthen their bond.

Details: Your wives are passionate but divided. To fulfill your role as the center of this union, you must find a way to bridge their differences and foster teamwork.

Reward: +Personality Points

Penalty for Failure: Increased conflict (and potential destruction of everything you hold dear).@@@@

Time Limit: Until they can stop arguing for at least five consecutive minutes without intervention.

"Potential destruction of everything you hold dear" wasn't exactly subtle. Argider had sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as another wave of bickering reached her ears.

"You call that precise? That was embarrassing!" Faeralys had taunted, her arms crossed as she hovered in the air, her fiery aura blazing like a second sun.

"At least I don't need to fly to dodge a simple strike," Fialova had shot back, her voice calm but cutting, her blade spinning with deadly grace.

"Oh, please," Esmeralda had chimed in, tossing her hair with a dramatic flair. "Both of you are reckless. If anyone deserves to teach Argider, it's obviously me. I have refinement."

Argider had let out a long, weary sigh, the mission notification still hovering in her vision like an uninvited guest. She had tried waving it away, but it stayed stubbornly in place, as though mocking her.

"Refinement?" Faeralys had echoed with a laugh, flames curling around her hands. "You tripped over your own vines ten minutes ago."

"Better than setting the entire courtyard on fire!" Esmeralda had snapped, vines rising around her protectively as she glared at the fire-wielding tsundere.

"Enough!" Argider had shouted, her voice cutting through the din. For a brief, miraculous moment, all three of them had stopped, turning to her with expressions ranging from surprised to mildly annoyed. "I have to study magic this time. What about the three of you try to teach me?"

The late afternoon light spilled through the grand windows of the palace library, dappling the shelves of ancient tomes in golden hues. The scent of old parchment and leather-bound volumes mingled with the faint hum of magical energy, a soothing atmosphere—at least until the voices of three very different women shattered the tranquility.

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Faeralys yelled, rushing forward to extinguish the flames with a blast of her own fire magic, which only added to the chaos.

"Watch where you're aiming!" Esmeralda snapped, pulling back as a vine nearly tripped her. "She's going to bring the whole place down!"

"Calm down," Fialova said, though her own voice was tinged with urgency as she used a blade of lightning to sever the encroaching vines. "Argider, focus! You're letting it get out of control!"

Argider panicked, the three conflicting elements in her magic surging wildly. She clenched her fists, trying to reign it in, but the energy only grew more chaotic. A bolt of lightning shot from her hand, striking a chandelier and causing it to swing precariously. The vines continued to spread, one of them knocking over a stack of books. The flames crackled louder, threatening to consume the table they had started on.

"Enough!" Fialova barked, stepping in front of Argider and placing a firm hand on her shoulder. Her touch sent a calming pulse of magic through Argider, cutting through the storm of energy. "Breathe. Let it go."

Argider exhaled shakily, the magic dissipating as quickly as it had erupted. The vines receded, the flames flickered out, and the lightning faded into a faint hum. The library was left in disarray—singed shelves, scattered books, and a lingering haze of smoke—but at least it was still standing.

Faeralys let out a low whistle, surveying the damage. "Well. That could have gone worse."

"Could it?" Esmeralda asked pointedly, holding up a book with a scorched cover. "This was an original text on early Chlora magic, and now it's ruined."

Argider's shoulders slumped, guilt washing over her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"It's not your fault," Fialova interrupted, her voice gentle. "You have a lot of raw power, but no control yet. That's what we're here for."

"Raw power?" Faeralys repeated, raising an eyebrow. "That's an understatement. She nearly burned the place down."

Esmeralda huffed, brushing ash off her dress. "Well, at least we know she's capable. Though clearly, she needs my guidance if she's ever going to master her Chlora magic."

"Your guidance?" Faeralys scoffed. "She'd be better off with me. At least I know how to teach control."

"Oh, please," Esmeralda shot back. "You can't even control your temper, let alone someone else's magic."

Argider groaned, sinking into the nearest chair. "I'm beginning to think this was a mistake."

Fialova crouched beside her, offering a reassuring smile. "It wasn't a mistake. Learning magic takes time, especially when you have as much potential as you do. Don't let their arguing distract you."

Argider glanced at the other two, who were now bickering loudly about whose teaching methods were superior. Despite the chaos, she felt a flicker of determination. "Fine," she said, straightening. "But if I destroy anything else, it's on all of you."

Fialova chuckled, standing and patting her on the shoulder. "Deal. Now, let's try again—but maybe outside this time."