At her level? Catching her off guard was damn near impossible. Her senses to the very fabric of the dimension were beyond anything she could explain in mere words. She could feel everything surrounding her, every shift, every ripple—trying to catch her was tantamount to tricking death itself.
Her senses stretched beyond—a silent awareness that let her perceive everything around her in ways she couldn't even put into words.
She looked around, eyes widening as the world around them had shifted. Her breath hitched—an involuntary gasp escaping her lips. But Parker? He barely reacted. Just a slow, knowing nod, like the change was nothing more than a page turning in a book he'd already read.
It was new. It was old. It was something.
Something that shouldn't have existed before but now did. She whipped her head around, scanning the room—then choked.
Parker, meanwhile? Didn't even blink, he simply sat up, stretched, and gave the place a quick glance before nodding. Like he'd been expecting it.
Ere gasped. Actually gasped.
Because of course he was, of course, he knew this was going to happen. She kept looking around, trying to process the sheer ridiculousness of this place. Because it wasn't just the old bedroom. It was the old bedroom—but on steroids. Like someone had taken a copy-paste tool, dragged it across their previous, already overly expensive but now annihilated mansion space, and then just went insane with the scale.
Parker finally took a proper look at it and—
"Oh, come the fuck on." It wasn't just big. It was stupidly big. Like, one of those ridiculous, fantasy-novel, harem-master-sized beds that could fit a dozen people with room to wrestle. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Seriously?"
His subconscious—or whatever the hell was in charge of this upgrade—just had to go full degeneracy mode on the furniture. Not that he hated it, but damn, it felt like the universe was straight-up mocking him at this point.
Meanwhile, Erebus had already sprawled across the bed, stretching out like she was testing how many versions of herself could comfortably fit.
"Okay," she said, rolling onto her back, tail flicking. "Not gonna lie. This is the softest shit I've ever touched." She sank in a little deeper, ears twitching. "Yo, this bed is dangerous. I might never move again."
Parker sighed, already moving on.
Then his gaze drifted to the windows.
It was evening now. The sky outside was a deep, moody violet, streaked with the last traces of dying sunlight. The windows themselves? Fucking enormous. Floor-to-ceiling monsters, stretching across the entire length of the room like something straight out of a penthouse. The glass was so clear it almost looked like there was nothing separating him from the world outside.
Beverly Hills sprawled beneath him, city lights beginning to flicker to life, illuminating the streets in neon and gold.
Yeah. Definitely not his old mansion.
Then, his attention shifted again—to the walk-in closet, except calling it a "walk-in closet" felt like a damn understatement. That thing wasn't a closet. It was a luxury boutique.
A whole-ass fashion showroom.
Rows of polished glass shelves. Racks of suits, jackets, and shirts, arranged like a designer store. A section for watches, another for shoes, and a whole separate area for accessories. He could probably fit an entire clothing store in there and still have enough space left over to run laps.
He exhaled through his nose. "Okay. This is excessive."
Ere, still lounging, hummed. "Bro. You say that like you don't have the personality of a spoiled emperor."
Parker just ignored her. Because the moment his vision flicked through the walls, he saw—
And, oh. Oh, this was just fucking insane. It wasn't just bigger. It looked like something straight out of a royal palace.
Marble floors with actual gold veins running through them. A massive freestanding bathtub, black obsidian with silver inlays, big enough to fit at least four people. The shower? Glass walls, waterfall feature, multi-directional jets. And the sink? No. Sinks. Plural. Two oversized basins carved from some kind of crystal, glowing faintly from the inside like they were imbued with magic.
Parker didn't even need to step inside to know the water wasn't normal. Omni Energy ran through the pipes like a supernatural filtration system, ensuring that every single drop that came out was purer than anything on Earth.
The towels? Stacked neatly, softer than clouds. The lighting? Adjustable. Mood settings. The mirror? Interactive. High-tech display built into the glass. Yeah. Fuck, the shit was beyond seven-star hotels. They looked like homeless shelters compared to this.
Parker exhaled, shaking his head. "I think I have a problem."
Ere looked up, blinking lazily. "Yeah, no shit."
"I don't know how to go small." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Everything about me is about overdoing it."
Ere smirked. "Oh, we been knew."
Parker rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers. He could feel it—the weight of reality settling back in.
No more Dream. No more time-dilated training.
The real world was about to have a very, very bad day.
He smirked. "Alright," he muttered, stretching. "I think it's time."
Ere's ears perked. "For what?"
Parker tilted his head, eyes gleaming.
"For the Nyxilith Royalty to cause some trouble."
The true urban Plundering was about to begin.
Of course, Parker knew the "breathtaking" cityscape outside his massive windows was anything but real. It was a green screen. A ridiculously advanced, live-streamed illusion designed to show a perfect, bustling Beverly Hills skyline—despite the fact that his estate was nowhere near the city.
The whole thing was courtesy of the giant-ass magic circle his mansion sat on. Because if Parker, the Prince of Existence himself, wanted a city view from his secluded estate?
The universe was damn well gonna make sure he had one.
If the gods could live-stream the entire earth in 4K Ultra HD, then why the hell would it be a problem for their literal prince to get a real-time, high-quality, premium-tier view of a city that wasn't actually outside his window?
The giant magic circle pumping endless Omni Energy made things stupidly easy. The reality? His estate sat at the far edge of existence, surrounded by the secluded, heavily-guarded neighborhood of the Origin Families.
Translation: It was the VIP section of reality.
No randoms. No tourists. No bullshit.
And behind his estate?
A stupidly beautiful, straight-outta-a-fantasy-novel forest that stretched endlessly behind his property, untouched and perfect. It was the kind of place where you could definitely stumble upon an ancient god, a hidden realm, or some overpowered sword just chilling in a lake, waiting for the right idiot to pull it out.
Parker exhaled, rubbing his face.
Alright. Enough distractions.