"What happened here?"
"This destruction is terrifying… was it a volcanic eruption, or some kind of tectonic quake?"
Standing at the center of the battlefield, Takumi heard women's voices coming from outside the smoke. He turned toward them, his vision cutting through the black haze like it wasn't even there.
Two Amazon women had entered his line of sight—both lush and curvy, their bronzed skin giving them a wild, fierce kind of sexiness. They had the same silver-gray hair, and both carried a mature, sensual beauty. One of them even wore a thin black veil over her face, making her look all the more mysterious.
"Hm… Like the Amazon sisters in the Loki Familia—rare virgins?" Takumi thought, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
They seemed to be following orders—sent to investigate what had happened here. As they pushed deeper into the scorched battlefield, they finally spotted Takumi standing there alone.
"A man?!" Their expressions snapped into disbelief.
They were members of the fighting nation Telskyura, sworn to the Kali Familia—and not just any members, but Kali's two strongest Amazons: Argana Kalif and Bache Kalif.
Neither of them had ever gone into the Dungeon, yet both were already Level 6.
Telskyura was a country of Amazons only. Men were forbidden to enter; if one did, he'd be treated as a slave—or a breeding tool. Argana and Bache, who had never cared about having children before, had barely even seen men up close.
Their daily life was the arena: fighting monsters dragged in from outside, or slaughtering other Amazons. That was how Telskyura had always been—even before Kali descended. After she arrived, it only got worse. With blessings, the women grew stronger, deadlier, and the bloodshed became even more brutal.
Argana and Bache were survivors—elites carved out of endless killing.
And now they'd been sent by their goddess to check this place for threats.
Argana—hair braided into a long whip that reached her hips—studied Takumi with a cold, appraising stare. Beside her, Bache's veiled face tilted slightly as she slid into a combat stance in a single smooth motion.
"This man's not normal."
"I know. Grab him first—then we'll interrogate him."
After that quick exchange in their Amazon tongue, they lunged.
They'd been raised on violence. For them, fighting wasn't a choice—it was the most natural way to speak.
And as Level 6 adventurers, they moved like lightning.
In a blink, they were at Takumi's sides, hands shooting for his arms to restrain him.
Takumi didn't move at all. That stillness made them instantly certain—Got him.
Then their faces changed.
Their fingers kept closing in… and yet they never reached him.
No matter how hard they pushed, there was an invisible wall in the final inches. It wasn't just resistance—it was absolute. They looked like idiots, frozen in place, straining with all their strength and still unable to touch him.
"What is this?!"
"How—?!"
They attacked again immediately, switching to their strongest close-quarters techniques—moves forged through real slaughter.
Their thick, powerful thighs whipped up high like falling axes.
BOOM!
The kick detonated the air as it crashed down toward Takumi's head—and stopped. Again.
Both legs hung there, trembling, only inches from his face, unable to press any closer.
"What the hell is happening?!" they shouted, unable to make sense of it.
That was when Takumi finally moved.
He seized both of them by the ankles.
The instant he did, their bodies reacted on instinct. Their legs snapped in like constrictors, trying to lock down his arms and crush him with sheer strength—
But it didn't matter.
They twisted and tightened with everything they had, and Takumi's arms didn't budge by even a fraction.
Takumi simply swung and smashed them into the ground.
KRAAAASH!!
The impact thundered through the ruined land. Both women coughed up bile and went limp, their strength draining out of them in an instant.
Takumi's control was absurdly precise—hard enough to shut them down completely, but not so hard that it truly injured them.
"Strong…" Argana rasped, eyes bright despite the defeat.
"Those arms…" Bache breathed, her gaze equally intense.
It was the first time they'd ever met a man this powerful—this overwhelming. The gap between them and him didn't just defeat them; it triggered something primal in their Amazon instincts.
Takumi frowned at the look in their eyes.
"What's with that expression? You look like you want to devour me."
He pinched their chins and forced them upright on their knees.
"Listen carefully. From this moment on, you belong to me. I've taken you—conquered you."
He slapped each of their breasts, sharp and unapologetic.
Smack. Smack.
They had attacked him out of nowhere—there was no world where he wasn't collecting interest.
Takumi pulled out divine wine and a divine envoy chess piece, forcing the process through: drink, accept, fuse.
During it, he couldn't deny one thing—Amazons really did have terrifying bodies. Their flexibility and control were far beyond normal, like their muscles obeyed thought itself.
The part that annoyed him was that he'd meant to break them, humiliate them, use the domination stick—but Argana and Bache weren't resisting the way he expected. If anything, their reactions made it look like they were the ones enjoying the taming, to the point an outsider might've misunderstood who had conquered who.
Takumi's expression darkened.
With a cold edge, he finally pressed them down completely—crushing any lingering ability to fight back until they were left dazed and slack, their bodies no longer capable of defiance.
Arms trembling, hands raised unconsciously in front of themselves like they were signaling surrender, the two Amazons finally gave up everything they knew.
They confessed their origin without holding anything back.
"…Telskyura… Amazons… Kali…"
Takumi's eyes narrowed as a new idea clicked into place.
Didn't he need residents for his Spacetime Realm?
And wasn't Telskyura the perfect solution?
A whole country of dark-skinned Amazon beauties killing each other every day in an endless arena… it was disgusting.
If they loved battle and slaughter that much, then fine—let them do it for him.
Let them conquer worlds under his banner.
Takumi grabbed Argana and Bache and tossed them into his Spacetime Realm without ceremony.
Then he stopped hiding his presence.
And he flew—straight toward the fighting nation.
…
Inside Telskyura, the screams and clashes still shook the air.
The entire country was basically one gigantic arena, and the palace was the best viewing platform of all.
On the throne lounged Kali, half reclining with lazy confidence. A skull necklace hung at her throat. Her hair was a fierce crimson, and her body was small and compact—tight, deadly, and coiled like a weapon.
A white mask covered her face, but a pair of red eyes glowed through it as she gazed down at the slaughter below.
"HAHAHA! Harder! Sing with your lives!"
She laughed in delight while the Amazons battled monsters in the pit.
And all around, the Amazons watching roared with excitement, drunk on blood and violence.