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'Bulma Town, Bugata Barony.'
Earlier that same day at noon, Baron Quilos, Baroness Xandra, their daughter Fasia, and Christopher had finished their foursome. Baron Quilos had also agreed to help Christopher and the Purefield family.
As Farabuti and Christopher were preparing to leave the residential cave, they heard rapid footsteps rushing toward the entrance. They paused. Moments later, five figures hurried inside.
Two were orc guards from Bugata Barony. The other three belonged to different monster species. Among them was a goblina named Besti, her face twisted with rage, grief, and deep pain. It was clear something terrible and irredeemable had happened to her. Beside her stood a succubus cradling a baby orc in her arms. A male orc accompanied them.
Farabuti immediately recognized the male orc as Dura from Bawalia Port. They had a good relationship and often helped each other, as most of Farabuti's family also worked there. Dura's wife, the succubus Kita, had struggled to conceive for years. After thirteen years of effort by Farabuti, his grandsons and others she didnt get impregnated by anyone else but she had finally become pregnant by her own husband, Dura and given birth to their orc baby two months ago.
Seeing Besti sobbing bitterly, Baroness Xandra grew concerned. She knew Besti was Toric's wife. "Besti, what happened? Why are you sobbing so much?"
Besti only cried harder. Kita stepped forward and said softly, "Your Highness, Toric has died."
Xandra was shocked. She had seen Toric just last night, satisfying and copulating with baron's harem — one of the five she had personally assigned. "How did he die? Was he suffering from some disease?"
"No," Besti replied, her voice breaking. "He was perfectly healthy. He didn't die from any disease." She stared at Christopher with pure scorn. "A human killed him."
Christopher flinched and quickly defended himself. "Lady, don't look at me like that. I may have been born human, but my heart belongs to the Risen Kingdom. I've even supplied this kingdom with human and elf slaves to show my loyalty."
Silence filled the cave.
Baron Quilos's face twisted with fury. "How dare a pathetic little meatbag kill one of our own?! What audacity!" He slammed his fist down. "Toric was from the ogre tribe! Are ogres now so weak they die to a puny human? If this news spreads all over the kingdom and His Majesty gets to know that this incident occurred in my area of jurisdiction, then I'm damn sure he will execute me brutally."
He glared at the group. "Tell me everything from the beginning. I want every detail. Speak."
Kita bowed slightly and began. "This happened early this morning. We saw a lone young vampire walking the streets, heading toward Bugata Barony. Besti and I approached him for casual talk and morning sex. We quickly realized he remembered neither his name nor his past. Out of sympathy and our morning need for sex we started giving him a blowjob. But suddenly my baby began crying, so I had to step away while Besti continued."
"When he finished his load in her mouth, Besti swallowed it but noticed a strange taste. She asked him about it and became suspicious of his identity. Then to confirm his identity as a vampire she even offered him her own blood to drink. But he refused. Besti grew angry and started shouting that he was suspicious because his load tasted different from any ordinary vampire and it tasted much more similar to any human or half-vampire. Her claim drew attention. Toric and others rushed over. The vampire then threw his fake fangs at her and mocked her about swallowing a human load.
Then out of nowhere, suddenly two human girls emerged from his shadows, and he called them 'my princesses.'"
Kita's voice trembled as she continued. "Enraged by how he mocked Besti, as Besti's one of the many husbands, Toric charged at him with his club. But the human effortlessly stopped the swing with one hand and pierced Toric's chest with the other, ripping out his heart. While we were still stunned, staring at Toric's warm corpse, the three humans vanished without a trace."
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That same day, at evening.
At the Royal Palace of the Risen Kingdom.
Inside the Royal Bedchamber.
King Gargothar was enjoying his time with his main wife Syrakara and their youngest son, Malachar — who was just 3 years old.
Syrakara was lying on her left side, gently caressing her son Malachar's head with love. He was sleeping on her left side, sucking on her nipples.
On the same left side of Syrakara, Gargothar was also lying down, spooning her from behind. His cock was resting comfortably inside Syrakara's pussy. Gargothar would occasionally kiss Syrakara to express his love, and sometimes kiss their sleeping son Malachar.
In this way, the three of them were spending quality time together.
Out of nowhere came a deafening booming sound, which startled everyone.
"BBBBBooooooooooMMMMMMM"
The sound was so ferocious that the sleeping Malachar woke up and began crying out of sheer fear.
"Waaah.... Waaah.... Sob... Sob... Waaah... Waaah.... Sniff"
Seeing her son like this, Syrakara embraced him in her maternal hug as she began consoling him.
It doesn't matter if the residents and rulers of the Risen Kingdom see humans as filthy beings and livestock. But they do care for their loved ones and their own people.
As Syrakara cradles Malachar in her arms with immense love, she looked towards Gargothar and said... "Honey, go outside and see what that commotion was."
"I never heard such a deafening sound in my whole life."
Just as she said this, a female mythrakar guard came inside the royal bedchamber and kneeled in front of Syrakara and Gargothar as she began reporting on current events.
"My King, the loud booming sound you just heard came from the market outside the entrance of the palace. We don't know the real cause of it, but Ardem Market was fully destroyed by some powerful attack. Where once was a bustling market, now it is just a heap of rubble. Due to it, many citizens have died without knowing the cause for their deaths.
But there is one thing, Your Majesty — at the entrance of the Royal Palace, on the heap of rubble..... there stood a human, who said his name is Vance and he claim that he came here to..... to... to... de... de... destroy and.. k... k.... kill you."
Hearing the guard's report, Gargothar remained calm as he asked.... "A human?"
"A puny human dared to challenge me?"
The guard answered.... "Yes, my King. He was mocking you in front of everyone..... many of our guards were trying to take control over him.... But none of us could even touch his hair..... But in the process, 8 soldiers and 9 guards from the Baalreth and orc tribes have already lost their lives."
Listening to it, there was a mischievous, sadistic glint in Syrakara's eyes. She faced towards Gargothar and with a playful smile, she demanded.... "Darling, I want it. I want that human. My previous toy was already on the verge of death..... Go capture this new one.... I want it.... I want it.... Go."
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Continuous sounds of weapons clashing were coming from outside the Risen Kingdom's palace.
Where monster folks used to throng earlier, at this moment a large crater had been formed in the porch area of Ardem Market. Around that crater, heaps of mutilated corpses of many monsters were lying. Heaps of rubble were accumulated everywhere.
In the middle of that heap of rubble, a human stood there wearing full metal chain plate armor. In his hand, he held a red-colored spear made of adamantite and was fighting the surrounding monster folks. Whether children, old people, or young... He made no discrimination with anyone.... Whoever came in his way..... that man kept killing all of them.
In the heart of the devastated Ardem Market, amidst the towering heaps of rubble and the stench of blood and charred flesh, Vance stood like a harbinger of death. His full metal chain plate armor, now splattered with dark monster blood, gleamed under the evening sky. In his right hand, he gripped the crimson adamantite spear, its blade dripping with fresh gore. His eyes burned with cold fury and calculated chaos.
Waves of Mythrakar and Baalreth guards surged toward him from all directions. Mythrakar warriors — tall humanoid monsters with powerful muscles and long claws — roared as they channeled earthen magic. Baalreth orcs, massive and brutish with bulging muscles and jagged bone armor, swung enormous axes while hurling bursts of fire and wind.
"Capture the human alive if possible!" bellowed a Mythrakar captain, his voice echoing across the crater. "The Queen wants him intact!"
Vance smirked beneath his helmet. "Come and try."
An orc mage raised his staff, summoning a swirling vortex of flame magic. A massive cluster of fire, the size of a wagon, hurtled toward Vance like a meteor. At the same time, two Baalreth soldiers slammed their palms on the ground, triggering dark magic — sharp dark element spikes erupted from the rubble, aiming to impale him from below.
Vance spun his spear in a wide arc. With a surge of metal magic, he reinforced the adamantite weapon until it glowed red-hot. He thrust forward, releasing a concentrated lightning blast from the spear's tip. The bolt struck the incoming fireball mid-air, causing a violent explosion that lit up the entire market square in orange and blue light. The shockwave shattered the dark element spikes before they could reach him.
"Pathetic," Vance growled.
He dashed forward with inhuman speed. A group of five orcs charged him with war cries, their axes trailing trails of wind magic to increase cutting power. Vance met the first axe head-on. Using dark magic, he extended dark tendrils from his left hand that wrapped around the orc's weapon, yanking it aside. His spear pierced straight through the orc's thick chest plate, erupting out of his back in a spray of blood.
Before the others could react, Vance slammed his foot down, channeling ice magic. A ring of razor-sharp ice crystals exploded outward, shredding the legs of two orcs and freezing their blood solid. The remaining two tried to retreat, but Vance hurled his spear like a javelin. It flew with enhanced wind magic, spinning violently and slicing through both orcs' necks in one clean motion before returning to his hand like a boomerang.
The pile of corpses around him grew rapidly.
From the rooftops, kobold archers unleashed volleys of poisoned arrows infused with venom magic. The arrows glowed sickly green as they rained down. Vance responded by creating a holy shield construct in mid-air — a rotating barrier of condensed holy barriers that deflected most arrows. The few that got through, he sliced apart with precise spear strikes.
"Surround him!" shouted another captain. "Use combined magic!"
Six vampire mages worked in unison. They summoned a devastating blood storm fusion — blood red storm clouds gathered above Vance as lightning, wind, and blood magic merged into a raging cyclone of electrified rain and razor-sharp hail. The attack covered a wide area, making escape seem impossible.
Vance laughed darkly. "That's more like it."
He planted his spear into the ground and raised both hands. Shadow magic poured out of him like liquid night. The shadows around the rubble rose and merged into dozens of shadowy clones of himself, each armed with a spectral spear. While the real Vance charged directly into the heart of the storm, his clones flanked the mages from the sides.
Inside the cyclone, Vance's body crackled with absorbed lightning magic. He redirected the storm's own electricity back at the casters, turning their spell against them. Bolts of lightning struck the vampire mages, electrocuting all of them instantly. The cyclone weakened.
His clones tore into the remaining guards. One clone impaled a Baalreth warrior through the jaw with a thunder spear, while another used wind magic to slice open the flesh off a lizardkin soldier's arm with a mere touch.
Real Vance leaped high into the air, spinning his adamantite spear above his head. He infused it with fire and metal magic simultaneously, turning the weapon into a blazing crimson drill of molten metal. He came crashing down in the middle of a dense group of twenty guards.
**BOOOOOOM!**
The impact created a new crater. Molten metal shards and flames exploded outward, burning and shredding everything in a thirty-foot radius. Screams of agony filled the air as monster bodies were torn apart or cooked alive inside their armor.
Vance landed in the center, breathing heavily but unharmed, his armor glowing from the heat. Bodies — young, old, warriors, and even a few civilians who had been too slow to flee — lay mangled around him. The street had become a slaughterhouse.
More reinforcements poured in, but their morale was visibly crumbling. The human was alone, yet he was pushing them back, turning their own streets into his killing field. Every spell they threw, he countered with brutal creativity. Every physical charge he dismantled with overwhelming strength and precision. Vance was single-handedly overwhelming the combined forces of monster guards, and with every clash, the mountain of monster corpses only grew higher.
Vance raised his spear toward the Royal Palace visible in the distance and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear:
"GARGOTHAR! Come out and face me, you coward! Or should I keep painting your kingdom red until you stop hiding behind your wives' shadows?"
His voice echoed across the ruins like a death knell.
Inside the palace, King Gargothar's expression had turned from amusement to cold rage. Beside him, Syrakara's sadistic smile only widened, her eyes sparkling with twisted excitement.
"Darling…" she purred, still gently rocking the now-calmed Malachar, "I really, really want that one."
"See this toy even have guts to belittle you.... And in this manner."
Gargothar's eyes were blood red with anger as he replied..... "I will definitely give it to you.... Just wait here."
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