An upgrade brought about from her sly, judgy words?

Damon’s entire body shifted absurdly in response to every single effect, leaving him merely collapsed on the throne, as his form grew wildly, packing on tens of pounds of pure muscle every single passing second, amassing an enormous growth around his entire body, as he felt his skin ripping through on every single part of his body, innumerable muscle fibers being torn apart and reformed in endless agony, an intense feeling, as if his skin was being constantly peeled from his form, once more, his countless wives were once again subjected to helplessly agonizing over Damon’s dire condition.

But, as nearly twenty minutes passed, even the foreign Goddess which had followed Damon back was near tears at his pain, why would they so callously improve him? Why wouldn’t they prepare him for it? Was it her fault for taunting them? She couldn’t decide what pained her most, as she simply laid in the embrace of one of Damon’s countless wives, beacons of kindness and sympathy in his life, Damon decided he would appreciate them more…

Then, after an hour, all who were gathered had calmed down, as the pain had ceased, yet his growth still left them starkly astonished, as they saw his form upon the crumbled rubble that was once a throne, barely holding the absurdly sized body of Damon.

And then, as Damon stood to his feet, he realized what had truly come to pass, as he stood ten feet taller than he was before, and simply an absurd mass of pure strength contained within his body, as he stood before everyone gathered, and every single enmity gathered around him, even the Goddess from another world, simply desired to bow down to the might of this absurd entities unmistakable might.

And Damon, the man himself, as he stared starkly at his newly enhanced screen, he was shocked by the, again, absurd improvements he saw.

How absurd was this increase in stats? As he became whatever the Primordial Demi-Dragon was, he’d experienced a truly nonsensical surge in both physical and mental strength, an increase in potency so preposterous, it couldn’t be compared to any he’d experienced before, not even close. An experience so utterly perturbing, he had no idea how to respond…

But the first thing that popped into Damon’s mind was a nitpick, ‘Why wasn’t Dragon’s Protean Form upgraded? Is that not one of the Primordial Dragon’s abilities?’ As Damon was complaining to himself, he looked around, and saw the faces of the countless women who’d made his new life whole…

What could he give them that would be worthy of their grace towards him? Though they’d be mere trinkets, his Draws would just have to do as their gifts… For now.

So, as Damon was sitting upon the crumbled throne, he accepted five of the Random Artifact Draws he had saved up, ready to see the absurd items he’d receive.

As Damon stared at all the items he’d been granted, he was sure he counted wrong, but he really was granted a thoughtful gift for every one of his wives.

Then, as Damon stood starkly above his crumbled throne, he called out, ”Ember, Dirpe, Dalia, Lorelai… Come here.” As he called to all his wives that were currently there, the ones who hadn’t been overburdened by their responsibilities, which Damon respected the missing ones for, because if he was left to deal with everything, it’ d be nothing but a mess. As the mentioned wives stood before him, slightly confused, but still partial to his word, he reached out to them, before granting them the gifts the system had chosen. “Dirpe, for you my dear, I have this Bottomless pouch of Gold, Ember, for you my love, an infusion of Primordial Fire, an undying flame for you… Dalia, my beautiful bearess, for you, an Immovable Hammer Of The Grizzly Claw.” And as Damon apparated the Hammer, it fell to the ground with a soft thump, in spite of its weight. But as Damon went to hand Dalia the Hammer, he couldn’t lift it, not even after his absurd growth in strength.

But then, Dalia stepped forward slowly, reaching to grab the Hammer by the handle, and it simply moved without issue, with a whirring sound indicating an absurd weight and momentum, though to her, it felt as light as a feather within her hands, as she swiped it through the air in a blissful state, a wide smile on her face.

Then, as Damon stood there, he finished giving out the gifts to his present wives, “And Lorelai my love, for you, an Hourglass Of Eversight…” As he finished speaking, he pondered revealing the last one, his first born child, a gift? That didn’t seem like something that should just be a gift…