Becoming the Wasteland Overlord With My Harem System!-Chapter 232: Wait a Minute... Who?

With Emperor Cyril off his throne, Ria’s curse finally took effect.

Instantly, three curses were unleashed upon his corpulent form.

Curse of Paralysis.

Curse of Blindness.

And finally, the Curse of Silence.

He was rendered unable to move, unable to see, and unable to speak!

"You made us look like fools earlier, didn’t you?" Ria smiled as she approached and crouched beside Cyril. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself while you lie there on the ground?"

The man’s face turned blue instantly.

Despite the cute witch before him appearing harmless, her next action was enough to make his ancestors turn in their graves.

With her staff, she stabbed it right into his rear—his chrysanthemum!

Though he desperately wanted to scream in pain, the fat emperor was silenced. He could only open his mouth, attempting to curse in despair and agony.

"Ugh... What are you doing, Ria?"

Nina approached next, looking disgusted as she grumbled, "You’d better throw that staff away later. It’s contaminated now..."

"Don’t worry, I plan to plant this staff on him, either way~!" Ria replied with a smile.

As the sisters continued their conversation, they ignored Arianne and Eve, who were busy scattering the remaining soldiers.

"T-This is impossible..." a voice echoed, filled with confusion. "How are you not getting hurt by the damage reflection? The ring doesn’t look broken yet..."

"Hmm?"

Ria turned back and saw three familiar figures approaching, accompanied by a single floating penguin and a black cat. The trio consisted of Sophia, Tiffany, and Rico, with Rico being the one who asked the question.

"Oh, you three survived. Good~!" she said, smiling.

"And to answer your question, it’s quite subtle... The reflection only returns what the user perceives as ’damage’ dealt, not anything they consider ’pleasurable,’ so it doesn’t get reflected back."

"Huh?"

All eyes turned to the Emperor, who lay on the ground, unable to move. Their expressions shifted from confusion to realization, and then... "Eww..." erupted in a chorus of absolute disgust.

To make matters worse, two of the voices belonged to his own daughters.

Unfortunately, he was muted and unable to defend his honor.

It wasn’t really due to what Ria said—her claims were pure nonsense—but rather because the ring had run out of mana before it even broke! Eve’s sniper rifle dealt damage that was simply too great for the artifact to absorb; it siphoned decades’ worth of mana in just a few shots!

Of course, this was Ria’s intention.

Allowing the two of them to become disillusioned would make it "easier" for them to move on after he vanished, after all.

"Is he dead yet?"

After a brief delay, Arianne and Eve finally arrived.

The soldiers behind them were either dead, half-dead, or completely unconscious—only a lucky quarter of them remained standing.

"Not yet," Nina replied, shrugging. "First, we need to strip away all his artifacts. Who knows? He might have something that can reflect death back at those trying to kill him."

Arianne frowned and turned her gaze eastward.

"Then do it quickly," she said. "I’m worried about Fenrir, who’s fighting that big monster alone."

Right.

Although things had settled down in the castle, one battle still raged outside. The girls wanted to provide backup for Fenrir, just in case she needed it.

"Alright~!"

Ria was ready to take action.

Using the System’s inventory, she gathered all the items in the emperor’s possession and placed them inside. She left nothing behind—even his clothes and underwear were stripped away!

"Looks like nothing’s left."

She smiled sweetly, stepping on the naked, immobile figure on the ground.

"Good." Arianne stood, disregarding the glances directed at Ria, who seemed to have gone overboard once again. "Then, Sophia... you finish him off."

"...!"

Sophia gasped.

She looked down at the naked pig lying there—her father.

Of course, she wasn’t naïve. She understood why Arianne and the others wanted her to deliver the final blow. It was to secure her a "proper" claim to the throne later, without contest.

Her expression sharpened as she steeled her resolve.

She pulled the dagger hidden under her dress along her thigh. It was small, inconspicuous, but deadly sharp.

Walking forward, her steps were steady.

With each step, she approached the point of no return.

Finally, she stood before the back of Emperor Cyril’s head. The man could not see what was happening, unable even to turn his head. However, he could feel Sophia’s shadow looming over him—a faint yet solid presence.

He trembled.

Watched by the others with bated breath, Sophia held the dagger in both hands, gripping it in reverse. Her hands were steady, showing no signs of trembling.

"Father..." she whispered. "No... Emperor Cyril."

The man twitched as if he wanted to turn toward her and shout back, to beg her not to kill him. But he was not only paralyzed; he was also silenced and blinded.

"You have become corrupt beyond reason. You have caused the fall of dozens of kingdoms, seeking to unite the entire continent."

Sophia’s voice was flat, lacking any hint of wavering. "But that cannot be achieved. If you continue, all that awaits us is doom."

For a brief moment, her gaze shifted to Eve, Arianne, Ria, and Nina—the ones who had convinced her that the Empire’s plan to conquer the entire continent was futile.

"As such, for the Empire’s peaceful future," her hand moved swiftly, stabbing down from a standing position until she was nearly kneeling. "Please die."

Her dagger struck the back of the Emperor’s neck with precision, digging deep as red blood quickly seeped out. Despite his paralysis, Cyril twitched, convulsing as if clinging to his last hopes.

But it was too late.

CRACK!

When Sophia twisted her knife, blood sprayed out, splattering her face with red—the man’s demise was sealed. His spine had been cracked and severed; all the nerves there were snapped and broken.

Even if that didn’t kill him, his organs would inevitably fail without connection to his brain.

He was bound to die either way.

"Pugh...!"

But at that moment, Sophia vomited blood.

"...!"

All eyes turned to her instantly.

To the blood she just expelled.

And...

"Hehehe!"

To the Emperor, who, despite having a broken neck and being paralyzed, blinded, and silenced, was still standing and laughing.

He raised both hands, opening and closing them curiously. A joyful grin stretched across his lips, nearly reaching his ears.

"I... survived!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Yet, the tone of his voice, his demeanor... Something felt off.