Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Knight in Shining Armor

"You just made that up," she said flatly. "Paradox-layered what now?"

"I didn’t," he replied, maddeningly calm. "It’s the only structure that allows for emergent cognition—real thought, not mimicry. But sure, go ahead, ask your engineers to deeply explain about it. Watch them blink at you like cows watching a train go by."

She exhaled slowly through her nose, annoyed at how convincing he sounded. "So let me guess—you have this theoretical model perfected?"

Peter smiled, the kind of smile that belonged in classified files and warning labels. "I didn’t say perfected. I’ve built the scaffolding. The rest is just dangerous."

Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "Dangerous how?"

"Because once an intelligence learns to reflect on its own reflections—once it can simulate a version of itself simulating—you don’t just have AI anymore." He leaned closer, voice a low hum. "You have something that asks why it was created. And what happens if it doesn’t want to do what it’s told."

Silence.

Charlotte’s legs uncrossed, then recrossed—tighter. Not from discomfort. From calculation. Her brain was already spinning through legal liabilities, backdoor ownership clauses, secret government blacklists. The kind of thoughts only CEOs in billion-dollar danger ever needed to think.

"And you’re telling me," she said slowly, "that you are the only one on Earth who can walk me through that danger safely?"

"No," Peter said, tilting his head. "I’m the only one who can walk you through and make sure you don’t get burned alive on the other side but instead you even make billions from it." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She blinked. Once.

Then: "God, you’re obnoxious."

Peter grinned. "And yet, you’re still listening."

"Barely."

But she was. Every word.

And he knew it.

"Okay, okay," Charlotte cut in, throwing up her hands. "Everyone’s incompetent. What other impossible hurdles are we up against?"

Peter smiled like he was savoring a fine wine. "Resource allocation. You’ll need dedicated quantum servers—about fifty million dollars each. Three, minimum. That’s before factoring in cryogenic cooling, Class-4 security infrastructure, and enough maintenance contracts to bankrupt a hedge fund."

Charlotte blinked. "Fifty million each?"

"For the bare minimum." He didn’t flinch. "And then comes regulatory hell. Seventeen government agencies will demand oversight the moment we go live. Think: cross-border encryption treaties, national defense clauses, EU privacy laws, patents, licensing—your legal team will need to triple just to keep the project from being buried in red tape."

Charlotte exhaled slowly, trying to keep up. "And technically?"

"Oh, now we’re getting to the fun part." His voice sharpened with the kind of enthusiasm that made her uneasy. "Memory architectures capable of recursive self-modification. Processing speeds that require custom chipsets not even on the market. Neural mapping that hinges on entanglement theory your team probably will dismiss as sci-fi. Add in conscious emergence protocols, simulated emotional depth, genuine creativity algorithms..."

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