Raizel stood in the heart of Asgard, the weight of his divine bloodline and harem system pressing down on him. He had a clear objective in mind: to make his first conquest.
The universe was vast, filled with powerful women—goddesses, queens, warriors, and more. Each one would be a step toward the ultimate power. His first target was clear, though. Hela, the Goddess of Death, ruled over the realm of Hel.
Raizel had heard stories of her beauty, power, and cold demeanor. She was a force to be reckoned with—perfect for his first conquest.
He summoned his dragon wings, glowing with chaotic energy, and soared through the skies, heading for the land of the dead.
The moment he arrived, he felt her presence—a dark, almost suffocating aura that only someone like Hela could possess. Her black armor shimmered as she stood in the center of her domain, the dark energy surrounding her pulsating with raw power.
"Raizel Odinson," Hela's voice echoed, as if she had known he was coming. "You think you can challenge me? You're a mere child—no match for the Goddess of Death."
Raizel's eyes gleamed with golden fire as he landed before her. "I am not a child, Hela. I am a god, with power beyond your comprehension."
Hela tilted her head, intrigued by his confidence. "You are bold, Raizel, but you are mistaken. The realm of the dead is not for those who think they can conquer it."
Raizel stepped forward, his presence commanding. "Then perhaps I will conquer you."
With a single movement, Raizel unleashed a burst of chaotic energy, shattering the ground beneath them. Hela raised her hands, calling forth her dark powers to counter his assault.
The two gods clashed, their energies crackling in the air, shaking the very foundations of Hel. But Raizel knew this was only the beginning. He could feel the Women Conqueror Harem System urging him forward, guiding him to claim Hela's allegiance.