"Just a stadium full of blood-drunk spectators. If you dropped them into the Sea Tiger world, they'd be the first ones to die."
Hovering over the fighting nation, Takumi stared down at the scene below, his expression twisting like he didn't even know what to do with it. These Amazons—and Kali herself—treated slaughter and battle like entertainment. He couldn't relate to that mindset at all.
But whether he understood it or not didn't matter. He was here.
Takumi descended slowly, pressure rolling off him like a falling mountain. The Amazons who'd been screaming themselves hoarse a moment ago suddenly felt their bodies turn heavy. Fear crept up their spines, and they instinctively looked skyward.
"A man?!"
In their stunned silence, Takumi landed in the arena.
On the royal platform, Kali—who'd been lounging sideways on her throne—straightened up. She watched him with open fascination, her voice low and excited.
"Who are you? Why are you here? I've never seen a human this strong before."
Her eyes glittered with curiosity and hunger. Ever since she'd descended to the Lower World, she'd chased the rush of killing and violence like it was the only pleasure worth having—and strength was always at the center of it. Takumi standing there felt like the sweetest fruit placed right in front of her.
"I'm Takumi," he said calmly, meeting her gaze without a shred of reverence. "And starting now, I'm the new ruler of this country—literally. As for why I'm here… ask the two followers you sent out."
Kali's eyes widened, then her lips curled into a delighted grin.
"Argana and Bache? The commotion earlier—was that you?!"
She looked half disbelieving, but the stronger emotion was excitement. She rose, clearly wanting to get a closer look at him.
Takumi watched her ignore the new ruler part completely and sighed internally.
"That's not the point, Goddess Kali. I'm here to make a deal."
"A deal?" Kali rested her cheek in her palm, motioning for him to continue.
"This country belongs to me now—that's not negotiable," Takumi said, stepping closer. "The deal is about you. I can give you the destruction and bloodshed you crave. In exchange, I want you to be my woman."
A ripple of shock went through the arena. Amazons snapped their heads toward him, stunned by how brazen this man was—speaking to a goddess like that, like he was claiming what he wanted.
Kali looked him up and down, and at his words, something inside her lit up with a thrill.
"Hahahaha! This is the first time a man's ever talked to me like that." Her smile sharpened. "But I only care about strength. If you want me, then defeat me!"
She clenched her small fist, and the compact little body she wore erupted with frightening force. She was the goddess of slaughter, violence, and conflict—divinity or not, her physical strength alone could shatter mountains.
Her punch came in like a guillotine, but Takumi caught it with one hand. Then he casually flicked his arm and tossed her back into her throne.
"Kali," he said, voice turning colder, "if you want it the hard way, then we'll do it the hard way."
Takumi surged forward and overwhelmed her with sheer dominance—fast, ruthless, absolute. Kali's resistance was crushed down in moments, her limbs pinned, her breath knocked out of her as the gap between them became undeniable.
And then something twisted.
Instead of fear, Kali's face slowly bloomed into a smile—genuine, delighted, almost blissful.
As if being utterly outmatched wasn't humiliation to her… but the exact sensation she'd been chasing.
Takumi paused, brows knitting.
"…You're enjoying this?"
Kali's eyes were fever-bright. To her, watching violence from a throne had never been enough. Feeling it—being swallowed by it—was sharper, purer, addictive.
Takumi's expression darkened.
This wasn't a normal goddess.
He tightened the pressure, forcing the reality of "weakness" onto her—making her experience the helplessness she'd always laughed at from above.
At that same moment, the gate to Takumi's Spacetime Realm opened overhead like a massive black maw. The entire nation was swallowed in its shadow. A powerful pull yanked upward, and Amazons across the country were dragged screaming into the void.
Takumi split his attention with eerie precision, sorting as he took them "...No non-virgins. And no ugly ones, either. As for the rest—of course I'm taking all of them!"
What surprised Takumi was that in Telskyura, over 90% of the Amazons were virgins.
The ones who weren't were, in practice, the weaker, uglier Amazons. Their strength was poor, so they were the ones forced to shoulder the burden of breeding.
The truly powerful, beautiful Amazons spent their time in slaughter and battle.
They wouldn't bother with reproduction—unless it was only after they'd grown too weak to fight anymore.
He clicked his tongue, disgusted. "What a warped country. Goddess Kali, your rules make me sick."
Kali trembled, her voice shaking with a mix of rage and thrill.
"Y-You're angry… so why are you taking it out on me…?"
Kali, feeling her body being pierced through again and again, struggled and swung her little fists back in retaliation.
Unfortunately, her punches couldn't shake Takumi in the slightest.
Every time she threw a punch, Takumi answered with a slap—and then lashed her hard with a whip.
Even though it was completely useless, she still kept doing it, over and over.
The white mask on her face had already shattered, revealing a youthful, beautiful face. Her brown skin carried a wild, feral vibe, and that cute, baby-faced look only made the contrast sharper.
She'd lived for who-knew-how-many billions of years, yet she looked unmistakably like a dark-skinned little girl.
And yet this dark-skinned brat had a personality this violent. Just thinking about it made Takumi even angrier.
He was going to make her feel—down to the bone—what weakness really meant. Make her understand the pain of those 1.7 million people she'd watched being slaughtered!
Kali, who had always stood on the side of the strong, had now become the weak one being trampled.
That kind of twisted reversal made her laugh instead.
Takumi noticed immediately and frowned. Her limp, powerless counterattacks—she clearly wanted him to hit harder.
"A goddess of Slaughter who wants to be beaten… pathetic."
The word pathetic hit Kali like a blade.
Her whole body shuddered violently. The humiliation set her fury on fire—yet that same feeling also excited her so deeply she could barely breathe.
"Unforgivable…!" she hissed through clenched teeth, eyes blazing. "How dare you treat me like this!"
"Shut up," Takumi snapped, voice sharp as a whip. "You're begging for it."
Takumi slapped her again, making Kali arch back—it was like her breathing almost stopped from pleasure.