The end of Alexandre the Warrior(reduced-size novels and 3 illustrations) (Pixiv Fanbox)

The kind-hearted warrior Alexandre defeated the terrifying dragon that had been tormenting the village. The villagers welcomed him as a hero upon his triumphant return, their voices overflowing with gratitude and celebration.

"Thank you, Sir Alexandre!"

"You saved our village!"

Though Alexandre was a young and formidable great man, his demeanor was polite and filled with a strong sense of justice, making him a truly deserving hero.

"Everyone in the village, you can now rest easy! From now on, I will dedicate myself to the restoration of our village!"

Alexandre became a central figure in the village, trusted with making important decisions.

"We should ban gambling in the tavern. Too many have ruined their lives because of it."

His judgments always aimed to make the village prosper. However, as days passed, his strictness began to breed discontent among the villagers. They feared his strength and didn't dare voice their complaints directly to him.

Night after night, the men of the village would gather to drink and express their grievances.

"Alexandre's ways are too harsh!"

"The village was freer and more peaceful before he took charge..."

"It's true he killed the dragon, but now it's like we have a new ruler!"

Their dissatisfaction grew into distrust, and Alexandre gradually became a villain in their eyes.

One night, they decided to act. They set an intricate magical trap to render Alexandre powerless. Inviting him to a feast, they lured him into a magical circle. Alexandre, suspecting nothing, accepted the invitation and stepped into the trap. Suddenly, his body began to shrink rapidly.

"What is this?!"

His cries of surprise and fear gradually grew smaller, and in an instant, his form became that of a powerless tiny figure.

The village men placed the now tiny Alexandre on a tavern table, surrounding him. To him, the tabletop was a vast wasteland, with giant mugs and plates towering above, and their voices booming like thunder. He tried to flee, but his small legs could not carry him far.

"He's so slow!"

"Look at Sir Alexandre, the great hero, trying to run away!"

One of the villagers pressed him down with a large finger.

The men mocked and toyed with him, their laughter filling the room.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't do anything in that size, can you?"

"You're not scary at all now."

"You should have just stuck to swinging your sword."

Alexandre struggled against the humiliation and the pain, but his tiny body was helpless.

"Why are you doing this...?"

He trembled with pain and disgrace, but received no answer.

"Come on, have a drink," one of them said, flicking him into a mug of ale.

"How do you like it, hero? Cheap ale, but how's the taste?"

Desperately trying to keep his head above the liquid, the villagers roared with laughter at his plight.

As the night wore on and the men grew more intoxicated, their revelry turned even more sinister.

"All the women in the village are infatuated with you. They don't even look at us..."

"Yeah, even the prostitutes have lost interest in us because of you!"

"It's time for you to take responsibility, hero."

One man dropped his trousers, revealing himself.

"Let our dragon-slaying hero take care of our dragons too!"

From Alexandre's perspective, the man's genitals were like a monstrous dragon.

"Yeah, let's have some fun with Sir Alexandre tonight."

The men laughed, one by one exposing themselves and pressing their erect members against the helpless hero.

"No...stop..." Alexandre tried to resist, but he was powerless.

"Which is tougher, the dragon you killed or our dragons?"

Several "dragons" surrounded and taunted him, their slimy fluids covering his tiny body. Alexandre's heart was filled with rage and despair, but he was utterly powerless. His world had become a colossal, insurmountable place, and the pride of the hero was completely shattered.