Selling Drugs in the Dungeon should be a profitable Business, no? Chapter 12 (Patreon)

The tension in the air is so thick that I can probably cut it with a damn spoon, of all things.

Kirin is making sure all of the Hera Familia girls are far away from the new and large group from the Zeus Familia, while Leonidas is… ‘talking’ with the red-haired man I think is the Captain of the Zeus Familia. I didn’t bother to remember his name, just that Kirin hates his guts with a passion.

From what I can grasp, Leonidas led the youngsters in his group to perform a ‘Level Up’ thing, which I do not know what exactly is other than the possible logical thing of slaying monsters until… well, you Level Up. Kinda like a game.

Man, do I miss videogames. And movies. Or car rides.

But this kind of lifestyle ain’t so bad either.

Either way, the youngsters with Leonidas look quite afraid, or downright terrified, while those behind… whatever the red-haired man’s name is all look quite cocky and prideful, exuding all kinds of arrogance while ‘showing off’ towards the ladies in the Hera Familia.

I scratch my chin when none react, sending the poor guys deadpan looks and- Why are they glancing at me?

I blink as they all, in unison, glance towards the arrogant youngsters and leading members alongside the red-haired men, then slowly throw a look back towards me.

Their eyes close, their lips spread into smiles, and then they nod.

I feel like I just shattered any chance those boys have with the ladies by simply existing.

And I find it hilarious.

My wet-stone drags along the edge of my sword, and I hum lightly as I keep an eye on everything.

Kirin suspects that they are here for me… But at the same time, they don’t seem to know how I look like, and I can be easily confused as a woman apparently, so it’ll make it harder for these guys to pinpoint me.

Let’s see if I can remember the guys with the new group…

Nemea, huge muscular dude standing at over seven feet in height, and with arms as thick as my whole body. Long and wild dark blonde hair, red eyes, constant snarl on his face… And lust in his eyes, which never leave Alfia’s form.

Said woman keeps her eyes closed and stands by the Hera Familia camp together with Atalanta, ignoring the argument between Leonidas and his Captain.

Apparently the Captain wasn’t supposed to come down here too, but decided to tag along without sending a notice ahead for… whatever reason. Probably me, or I don’t know.

This feels like it’ll become a headache for me, and it’s so damn annoying. I just want to relax, check out the damn Dungeon, and prepare the Pill for Agnodice.

My eyes flick towards another guy in the group, clearly looking disinterested in everything going on. Bellero-something, I think.

Not really neutral, but neither a good guy.

Then, finally, the old man in the group, and elf. Over two-hundred years old too, from what Kirin told me in her quick and brief introduction of these guys.

Hunched over, long gray beard and hair that cascade down his shoulder and chest, and over his white robes.

Large black staff in hand with a triangular golden stone on the tip, and eyes hidden behind bushy brows.

Slowly, my wet-stone grinds yet again along my blade as I keep my eyes on him.

Blood. Hate. Anger.

I bring it up, then brush it along the blade again, with greater force.

Her corpse hanging from the ceiling.

I halt my grinding and take in a slow breath, but don’t remove my gaze from the old geezer.

Apparently, there’s rumors that he is a rapist.

He is the most hated in that group, known as a depraved old man that will resort to blackmail to get his way with women.

Why has Zeus let his Familia fall to such a state?

Hera is constantly overlooking hers, but from Kirin’s words, Zeus stopped overlooking his a long time ago and only checks in to update their Status.

Why did he stop leading them? Why let them fall apart this way?

I cannot say I can or want to understand the mind of an apparent God, but this really sours my opinion of that man.

Not only a pervert, but also someone who lets such corruption fester within his Familia.

Unless he is doing a big brain idea so to weed out the corrupt part of it… But then that’ll end with him losing the majority of his forces, and that’s a bad thing from what I’ve learned.

I shake my head and brush away those thoughts. I’ll just keep my end of the bargain, do what I’ve come here to do, but also keep an eye out to help Kirin just in case.

I care about her and the others, and Meteria loves them all dearly, and I don’t want to see Meteria sad.

So… Bodyguard duty it is. Kinda.

The snap of a twig draws me out of my thoughts, and I tilt my head to my right to see Calydonia approach the trunk I’m using as a seat.

Alfia throws a quick glance my way and clearly hesitates to do something, but I simply throw her a quick wink and she relaxes, a smile on her lips.

And now the big dude is staring at me.

Someone’s got an admirer~!

Meteria said nothing about this, other than people not daring to do anything towards Alfia because she is more scary than beautiful… Which I say is bullshit.

So perhaps Meteria doesn’t know about this dude? Possible teasing material for when we get back.

“Glaring at me won’t kill me, ya know?” I drawl towards Calydonia, her nose scrunching up and her frowning glare easing up somewhat as my wet-stone grinds against my sword one more time.

I throw another glance at her when she still doesn’t speak, and surprisingly see a bit of hesitation on her face.

So I sigh softly. “Just speak your mind.” Might as well hear what she came here to say.

Her shoulders relax, and her mouth opens for a few seconds before she closes it and gulps. Taking in a breath, her lips part once more. “Why are you so strong?” Her question gives me close.

Not ‘How’, but ‘Why’.

Peculiar.

My wet-stone does one last pass before I pull it back and gaze down at my sword. It didn’t really need sharpening, but the mere action helps me think and relax sometimes.

“Sit with me?” I offer, nodding towards the rest of the trunk she’s standing by.

She hesitates, but finally takes a seat two feet away from me.

Now… how to answer her?

Perhaps being honest is best, for now.

“Quite a few reasons. Some dumb, others… Not so much.” She grunts, and I take that as a signal to keep going. “The… abilities that I wield, what I do… It’s something used by tyrants.”

“They only care about strength, wealth and lust. Seeking more of those things is what drives those animals forwards, until it leads to their death by the hands of a greedier and stronger animal.”

“So, the first reason I became this strong is so I can protect myself from these beasts.” Calydonia remains quiet, and I say nothing else so to let my words settle in.

Her clawed hands cross together as she leans forward, gaze focused on the still ongoing altercation between the irate Leonidas and the calm red-haired man.

“You run into any of these guys?” She questions, and I hum.

Finally, my gaze lifts towards the youngsters behind Nemea and the others. “Those brats give me that kind of vibe.” Calydonia snorts at my words. An approving snorts.

Our dislike for them is mutual, it seems.

“And the other reasons?” She probes forward, lime green eyes flicking towards me for a split second.

“The second used to be… ‘I don’t know.’.” Her gaze now lingers on me. “I don’t seek or desire strength… Nor do I even want it in the first place. I don’t seek glory, nor do I have pride that matters.”

“I have no grand ambitions like you all… I don’t have an ambition in the first place. A goal.” Slowly, she straightens herself, her tails still behind her.

“And your… medicines?”

I snort. “Just an excuse I am abusing so to soothe some lingering guilt that plagues me for years.” And will probably plague me for many more.

Still, now things are different, aren’t they?

Before, when I had these thoughts, I was fully alone and was prepared on spending a time of isolation from others… Then Meteria happened.

She floods me with her love every passing second, and made me meet some people that I honestly find quite lovely.

Kirin, with her flirty but honest personality. Alfia, with her cool personality but hopeful desire to experience new things, and the sheer happiness radiating off her face due to Meteria now assured safety.

Brynhildr, with her desire to be accepted and extreme fear of failure.

So on and so forth.

“You don’t believe that anymore, do you?” I perk up at Calydonia’s sharp words, and I couldn’t help but snort again. “Let me guess; Meteria?”

“Duh. It’s Meteria.”

“… I hate that I can’t argue with that logic.” We share a snort at that. That adorable rabbit is truly overpowered.

I shrug. “I guess having this strength now is kind of convenient, in case I want to protect her.” Because I don’t want to lose her. I’ve grown attached, and I even more attached to her with each passing day.

Not only to her.

I hate that it’s easy for me to fall for someone.

Guess years in solitude do this to someone. I’m basically starved for affection and love. To both receive it, and give it.

“Why do you ask?” I drawl out, and Calydonia perks up at my question. “I’d rather you not force yourself to accept me, if that’s what you are trying to do.” Her eyes lock with mine, and this time I can’t really make out what she is thinking.

Or the emotions swirling within her bright eyes.

“You won’t even ask the why?” She probes, and I just shrug.

“I do not make a habit of asking people about their past. It is clearly a trauma, and a bad one from the clear hate you hold towards us males.” I set my sword aside with a light sigh through my nostrils. “I’d rather not open old wounds, if possible. So do let me know if you feel like I am overstepping certain boundaries that set you on edge.”

She blinks at me, slitted eyes slightly wide, looking much like a curious cat now. “Why are you so… agreeable?”

I hum at her question and tilt my head in thought. “I’ve been alone for many years now, and the whole time I spent drowning within my own negative emotions.”

“Now, thanks to Meteria, I’m experiencing all kinds of stuff, and the smile upon my face is rarely fake now.” Turning my head, I meet her eyes with mine. “I guess I just don’t want to be the cause of something that may end up with me losing all of this.”

Slowly, Calydonia slumps her shoulders and sighs heavily, fluffy ears laying flat on top of her head. “You are making it very hard to hate you, you know?” I snort softly at that.

“What causedthis change?” It’s very sudden, after all. While I did banter with her before, I was the playful one while she downright wanted to take my head off.

Or even maul me to death.

So I’m kind of… confused- “Meteria.” And of fucking course she’s behind it. That damn gremlin. “I got an earful from her for how I… treated you.” Her clawed hands covered in pitch black messy fur cross together, and her eyes lock down on them.

“I though you were making use of her. Making use of her innocence.” I hum and lean back.

“You must’ve been terrified.” I sigh out, suddenly realizing something that now makes me feel quite guilty. Calydonia lifts her head to send me a confused look. “Suddenly being called home from your Goddess, and finding a man within said home.”

Slowly, the gray haired woman nods softly. “Yeah. It was… unnerving. Terrifying, as you said. Coming back to the one place I feel safe and don’t need to keep an eye on my sister… and finding a man’s scent all over the halls.” Yeah, now I feel like shit.

“I can move out once we come back, so to make you feel more safe.” I offer, and for the first time I see her smile, a thankful look in her eyes.

“No, that’s alright.” But surprisingly, she refuses my offer. “One, I’d probably get beaten by Meteria.” Ah, yeah…“And second… I’m growing used to it. Kinda.” I blink when she starts blushing.

Narrowed eyes peek towards me nervously, and I just tilt my head. “Do you sleep with Meteria often…?” She asks shyly, and I realize that she can probably smell Meteria on me even after my bath.

Or probably in the morning before I took it.

“Just two times so far.” She nods. “Both times she dropped her dress in front of me and gave me no choice in the matter.” Calydonia locks up.

Then she spins her head to look at me with wide eyes and gaping mouth. “I-Is she really that forceful!?”

“She ripped my pants off.” Her mouth hangs even lower this time.

“By Hera...”

“Yeah, that’s probably who taught her to do this stuff.”

“...Again, I cannot argue against your words.” A chuckle is shared between us, and I breathe in, glad to see the tension melt off of her.

So with a smile, I raise my hand and offer her a fist. “Truce?” She blinks at me, then down at my fist.

Then, slowly, she smiles and places her fluffy fist against mine. “Truce. For now.”

My smile grows and I pull my hand back. “Again, do let me know if I ever say or do something that puts you on edge.” She nods, then pauses.

Slowly, her gaze turns her sister, still quietly standing beside Alfia, though she’s throwing worried glances our way.

And I can tell what Calydonia is thinking. “I can keep my distance from her, unless she approaches me first.” The gray haired woman doesn’t say anything, nor does she nod, but I can tell she is thankful for this offer.

Whatever happened in their past, led to her never being in a position where she can’t see her sister.

I can make a guess on what could have happened, but I’d rather not to.

“Also, I just want to point this out…” I draw her gaze back to me with a grin. “If I ever were to hurt Meteria, the one who I would fear isn’t you.” Amused, Calydonia raises a brow and leans back while crossing her arms beneath her large bust.

“Oh? Then who? Alfia?” I shake my head, further raising her curiosity.

“It’s Hera.” Calydonia freezes, then very slowly, she pales.

Gulping loudly, she leans forward and covers her mouth with one of her furred claws. “You know, sometimes I forget how terrifying that woman is.”

Now I’m curious. “What’s the worst she’s done?”

“Recently? Bombed the Zeus Familia grounds when the whole Brynhildr business happened.” Right, still gotta find the asshole that hurt her in the crowd. All I know is that he wears glasses and has short light green hair.

Also… Bombed? What the fuck?

“And in the past?”

“Got drunk and went into the Dungeon, and Gods are prohibited from going into the Dungeon.” She shudders and lowers her voice. “Whatever the fuck she did in there pissed off the Dungeon enough that all Familias had to get together to stop enormous waves of monsters for an entire week straight.”

Okay, yeah… So Hera’s got beef with pretty much anything living, and non too.

And it turns out the Dungeon is… alive?

Well, at least according to Calydonia’s words.

Still, what the fuck did Hera do to piss off this damn thing...?

I shake away those thoughts with a smile and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I peer forward and scan the area yet again.

“Right, word of warning…” I tilt my head towards Calydonia as she sighs softly. “Watch out for the big blonde fuck. He’s got a thing for Alfia, while she’s got a thing for you, so…”

Yeah, I can guess that much since the dude hasn’t stopped staring at her since they arrived.

Grinning, I give the woman beside me a teasing look. “You ain’t so bad, even if you are a fluffy ball of anger!”

Calydonia downright squawks indignantly at me, her face flushing brightly and ears perking up on top of her head. “F-Fluffy ball of anger?!”

“I’m holding myself back from scratching you behind the ears.”

“I-I’ll gouge out your eyes if you try that shit with me!”

“… An affordable exchange. Come here!”

“Mreow!”I barely raised my hand before Calydonia hissed and cried out, jumping nearly a dozen meters in the air before bolting away towards her sister the moment she landed.

Heh, I like her already. Though I shouldn’t push my boundaries with her.

She’s forcing herself to sit down and have a civil talk with me, but that can go south at any moment.

Hopefully, that never happens.

I stand, then grunt and stretch my back. Looks like Leonidas finally had enough of his Captain and left back to his camp.

The tension doesn’t seem to ease even then, and the crimson haired man tries to approach Kirin, but is intercepted by Juno.

Who I can clearly tell straight up told him to go fuck himself. Nice.

She’s really doing her best to be very… Hera-like.

The man remains expressionless and keeps his eyes on Kirin, but in the end retreats and brings his people quite a great distance away to prepare their own camp.

And that’s when the tension slowly eases up, making me relax too.

I perk up and smile when Alfia approaches me once the other leave, but frown lightly when I notice the heavy frown on her beautiful face. “Everything alright?”

Slowly, she comes to a stop in front of me, her bright heterochromatic eyes meeting mine. Her frown eases up with each passing quiet second, and her glossy lips slowly perk up too.

“Yes, I love this much more.” I tilt my head at her words, making her cheeks flush quite a bit. “Since those fools arrived, nearly all of them just defiled me with their eyes, making my skin crawl.” Jeez, that’s disgusting…

But her words now make me understand what she meant before. “Oh? So you prefer the way I look at you?” I tease, grinning down at her, and her flush darkens.

Yet, she doesn’t argue against my words and merely gives me a light nod.

Time to tease her some more! “You sure? I fear I might look silly when I stare at you.” I start, putting on a worried look on my face.

Her fine right brow slowly rises, and I take that moment to keep going. “You know, ‘cause you take my breath away each time I lay my eyes on you.”

And there comes the nuclear blush! She’s so cute.

“Hmph!” She harrumphs, hammering one of her gloved fists against my chest with no real strength behind it. “Is my sister not enough for you, you womanizer?”

I shrug. “To be fair, you two are twins. Kinda hard to resist you both when you are downright stunning.” Meteria has that innocent, adorable and soft beauty.

While Alfia rocks her mature, cool and refined beauty.

They are both irresistible.

Alfia releases a quiet and short sound akin to a boiling tea-kettle, her cheeks even darker than before. “I still prefer you staring at me, instead of those arrogant brutes.” She’s making it very hard for me to hold back.

A man can only handle so much, after all.

I lean down with a grin, and she shuffles in place as her ears grow the same shade as her cheeks. “Keep being so adorable and I’ll just pin you against a tree.” I whisper in her right ear before leaning further down to place a kiss on her neck.

Alfia quivers while making a cute sound that is just adorable, while taking in a sharp intake of air while also locking up and leaning further against my body.

Her shaking gloved hands reach up to grasp at the robes over my chest. “Riley.” She whisper-whines softly, an almost pleading sounding tone to her wonderful voice.

I could feel the heat from her face, and I could barely hold down my grin.

“You are being mean.” She whines again, leaning further into me, my hand coming to rest on her hip almost by reflex.

“Well, I have my own limit too.” I shrug, and Alfia breathes out softly.

I pull back enough so that I can look at her flushed, bashful face. She used to be so cool, indifferent and cold towards all the others… And then becomes like this around me.

How the hell am I supposed to resist that?

Also- “Why do you not flirt with me like that!?” And there she is. Was wondering how Kirin managed to last so long without hissing at us.

Alfia ignores her, opting to burrow deeper against my chest with a cute noise, possibly on purpose become a rumble akin to thunder comes from the air around Kirin, veins throbbing all over the woman’s temple.

Bullying her is also fun.

So, I shrug at Kirin, finding the way she was grinding her teeth and stomping her foot quite cute too. “Because flirting between us will just end with sex.” Because I know the both of us are holding back on the real flirting when we are with each other.

I can tell that if Kirin went all out… She’ll really catch a damn baby.

I think what’s holding her back is her Divinity thing, which I am still thinking about finding a solution for.

“That’s the best part!” The Vice-Captain whines, digging her heeled boots into the ground below.

I nod. “Oh I know that we’ll have the time of our lives.”

“But I also know that you won’t leave the damn bed unless you’re sure you’re pregnant.”

Slowly, the now flushed Kirin scoffs and turns her gaze away. “I hate that you’re right, you damnable handsome man.”

“So I shall have you all for myself tonight.” I blink. Kirin blinks too.

Then we both look at Alfia.

She just leans her face into the crook of my neck without a care of the words she just said.

Yep. Meteria’s twin.

… I really should have known this would have happened, but also…

I just can’t resist Alfia.

…

Did Meteria predict this? Is that why she had me prepare some Pills to prevent pregnancy?

...Goddamit.

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“Huh, so little Meteria is really healed?” Leonidas ask, the campfire built around the two joined camps now having quite a few dozen people surrounding it, both from the Hera Familia and Leonidas’s group.

The rest of the Zeus Familia was camped instead quite far ahead of us, and they haven’t really tried to approach us since Juno told Maxim – I have finally re-learned his name– to go fuck himself.

I don’t think they’ll try out anything right now, but Kirin suspects they will try stuff in the middle of battle in the lower floors of the Dungeon. Especially Socrates.

“Not fully, but enough that she’s been causing chaos all over the mansion with all the energy she pulls out from somewhere.” Juno drawls out, a tiny smile on her lips as she looks at her nails. “It’s hard to believe she and Alfia are twins, with how different they act.”

Alfia doesn’t react at her Captain’s words and merely remains seated beside me quietly, eyes closed and enjoying the atmosphere.

Leonidas instead snorts. “Well, she’s been saving up energy for two decades now. She’s gotta release it all somewhere, no?” Now that’s a good point. Here I was wondering how the hell Meteria always has so much energy.

She’s been stockpiling it! That’s how!

“Speaking of my sister…” I tilt my head towards Alfia as she speaks up, her body leaning closer to mine as she does so. “She requested I tell you and ‘Uncle Zald’ go visit her as soon as you come back from the Dungeon. Failure to comply will be met with bodily harm and pouts.” Goddamit Meteria…

The dark-skinned man snorts and bites his lower lip to contain his laughter, but by the way his shoulders are shaking I doubt he’ll keep hold of it for too long. “Did ya hear, Uncle Zald?” The man snorts, elbowing the scarred man beside him, lips twitching into a grin.

Zald grumbles below his breath, though a found smile makes it’s way on his face. “This is all your fault.” Leonidas instantly starts wheezing, recoiling back and falling on his back while holding his stomach.

I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He’s an honest guy, with the mentality to enjoy every single day like it’s his last.

It’s… honestly a beautiful thing to see.

I may be clueless about the majority of things, especially about the Dungeon… But I do know that this place changes people, or just devours them whole.

The sheer sharpness in one’s gaze. The maturity that comes from having taken a life, or having lost something, or having seen death stare down at you.

The majority of the people here sport this look in their eyes. Kirin, Juno, Alfia, Calydonia, Leonidas, Zald- All of them.

And yet… Leonidas doesn’t seem to let it hold him down. He keeps his honesty and heart on his sleeve, and a constant radiant smile on his face.

It’s very inspiring.

I throw a glance towards the Zeus Familia camp and sigh through my nostrils. The fucker who hurt Brynhildr clearly didn’t come, and I fear it’s because Kirin would have very likely tried to kill him on the spot without care of the consequences.

I shake away those thoughts, then stand and stretch my back. “I’ll be retiring in my tenth.” I grunt out, rolling my stiff shoulders, my body still aching from my bout with Leonidas.

And the man clearly notices the light winces of pain. “You sure you don’t need a potion-?”

“NO!” I jump when all the ladies scream at Leonidas, who just blinks and slowly shuts his mouth.

“Damn. The fuck did I do?” Zald snorts at him, which earns him a punch over the shoulder from his companion.

I just chuckle and shake my head, then slowly make my leave… While I feel a very heated gaze on my back.

Well, dozens of heated gazes, to be right. But one is far more heated than others-

“Meteria isn’t around… So can we jump him?”

“The tent can fit five of us at a maximum… And the beast he’s packing can fill one of us for a good while.”

“Can we even sneak in with Kirin wanting a piece too?”

“She can’t stop all of us!”

“Oh, she certainly can.”

“Just let me hope, you bitch!”

And there they go again.

...How do they know my size?

Need I spank Meteria- Nah, she’ll enjoy it.

Alright, I’m gonna tickle the fuck outta her when I get back.

The tent is honestly quite large, with a lantern lit up by using a Magic Crystal, which comes from monsters and seems to be what they use to power utilities like water and electricity.

I look down at the rather comfy looking bedroll, much better than sleeping on or against trees and being woken up by a boar poking at you, or by some weird scorpion monster trying to skewer me.

Now I just need to be afraid of women trying to spear themselves on me while I sleep.

I shudder at the thought, and instantly push it away. Damn thirsty women.

Aside from the large and comfy bedroll, and the lantern, the tent really doesn’t have anything else. Which I don’t mind.

Grasping my sheathed sword, I gently set it aside before removing my upper robes and folding them, and I pause when I do so.

Am I putting weight on?

The shirt I’m wearing beneath is a bit tighter than normal, and it used to be a little baggy when I got to Orario.

Might be that I’m eating more, and I’m also exercising more. My muscles are quite more visible and defined now, after all.

I am far smaller than I used to be in my past life. Had the good genes of that giant bear that was my father… And now, the old man would surely laugh his ass off until he’d threw up if he were to see me now.

Man, do I miss him.

Slowly, I sigh and sit down on the bed roll. My sword purrs, inching closer to me with a light hum that only I can hear.

My other Item Spirit is still getting used to the new furnace, but by the time I get back it should have fully grown accustomed to it, and I’ll have plenty more materials to start my production.

While my sword… I haven’t really had much improvement with it, have I?

Though it’s not surprising. Sword Intent, the first stage of becoming a Sword Cultivator, can only be grasped in a few ways.

One is having a close brush with death, but fighting with all one’s got to last even a second longer.

Two is to have a great grasp over Sword Qi, which I can’t due to me still being in the first Realm. The mere fact that I can use it already is just shocking.

Heavenly Genius here, ladies and gentlemen!

Next is to just ponder and understand it, but… Yeah, that’ll take decades, even if one is a ‘genius’ and gets bitch-slapped with Luck across the face.

Have a brush against death, huh?

Perhaps some monsters in the deeper floors can give me such a challenge, where I can actually act like a true Sword Cultivator.

Each of my blows primed to kill, with all of my strength backing each blow.

As I think about that, I take in a long and deep breath.

The heavy yet light Qi of the Dungeon flows into my lungs far easier than the insanely dense Qi of the outside world.

It’s dark nature is somehow purged instantly the moment I breathe it in, which shouldn’t be possible. It’s like… something else is pushing away that darkness.

But this makes it easier for me to refill my reserves, and go beyond that.

I do not know if I can invoke Heavenly Lighting here in the Dungeon, and I’d rather not try, in case the lighting strike blindly and end up hurting people on the surface.

Each breath I take fills me with immense waves of Qi, my Qi Palace eagerly sucking it all in like a vacuum with far greater is than in the outside world, and each breath ends up creating nearly two dozen Qi Strands at a time.

I came into the Dungeon with around two hundred, and was left with a dozen after my bout with Leonidas… And now I’m reaching the five hundred in just a few minutes.

And they are still as strong as before too… Maybe cultivating in the Dungeon ain’t so bad.

I can’t wait to reach the second Realm, so I can make use of my Qi Strands without heavily burdening my bodies.

The first Realm is all about Gathering and Improving Qi Strands and the Qi Palace in my body, so to make breathing it in far easier, while making sure the Qi Strands I create inside said Palace are of greater quality and potency.

It’s also used to strengthen the body, but with the memories I have I know that the majority do this process in the Second Realm.

I did it in the first because I honestly don’t mind taking my time with this stuff. It’s not a race for me, like it is for Cultivators.

The Second Realm instead is called the ‘Qi Veins’ Realm, where the Qi Strands are used to create Veins across the whole body, all connected to the Qi Palace, making for a perfect usage of Qi Strands with basically no waste of energies.

My body won’t get stronger in that stage, but I’ll become stronger by being capable of using Qi Strands effectively and without injuring my body.

I think I’ll probably stop Cultivating once I reach the peak of that Realm. I don’t think I’ll move out of Orario and run the risk of meeting other Cultivators here… If there is even a world out there where Cultivators still live and walk.

Apparently, Orario is kinda the biggest bastion of humanity. There are other settlements, like one where the Leviathan resides or another about some Amazons, but aside from that… It’s all small villages and groups and civilizations.

The rest has all been razed to the ground by monsters, and by the two walking calamities that are the Black Dragon and the Behemoth.

Leviathan is known as the weakest of them, but it’s apparently a known fact that were it capable of moving on land, it’ll bring the greatest destruction, far more than even the other two put together.

It’s a beast that can control an enormous amount of water, and shoot it out in beams that can gouge the very land.

Which makes me wonder… Do these creatures wield Qi? Because then… Where are there only three?

Why doesn’t the Dungeon create more?

Oh well, maybe I should ask Kirin. I’m kind of interested in this thing now.

Slowly, I lean down on the bed rool and cross my arms behind my back, my eyes locking on the ceiling of the tent.

Barely any humans, a world nearly on the brink of extinction, with some things that just sounds very familiar but I cannot put a grasp on the why or where I heard about them.

Certainly not my now probably still smoking carter that used to be a village. I alienated myself from that place, and I rarely talked aside from when I used my medical expertise to make money.

No Sects – I asked both Kirin and Juno – and other places that might seem like them. Neither inside Orario, nor outside.

...Am I really the only Cultivator? Has a calamity struck and they were wiped off with all of their history and everything a long time ago?

Or are there some stragglers hiding around, biding their time?

Because… I find it hard to believe that no one has discovered Qi just yet.

Discovering it in the outside world might be because it’s so insanely dense from clearly not being used,

I don’t… I don’t really know how to take this. If it’s true and I am the only one, then it lifts a massive weight and fear off my shoulders.

And puts a whole new, bigger and scarier one on them.

I can literally surpass everyone, become so strong that no one holds a candle to me.

This whole situation is basically screaming at me – or it downright feels like it – to just… rule over them all. Like all Cultivators do.

Like a greedy, lustful and downright disgusting tyrant that did anything they wanted without care, just because they were the strongest.

I shake away those horrid thoughts and just breathe in. Just because I let myself fall into violence and loved every single fucking second of it doesn’t mean I want to do that again.

Especially since the one time I did it still haunts me to this day, nearly over two decades later.

...I fucking hate being alone with my thoughts-

The entrance to my tent flaps open, then closed as a figure slowly makes it’s way in.

And just as slowly, Alfia’s flushed face comes into my view.

“Dear me, an Angel.” Is there a Yahweh God around here? Cause I’m pretty sure I heard about a Loki and Freya too.

So if Norse exists… why can’t others? Now am curious.

Her flush deepens, and her glossy lips quickly turn into a pout. “Must you always spout honeyed words?”

I keep my eyes on hers, and very slowly nod, making her pout deepen. “You don’t seem to mind though.” I shrug, then flick my eyes towards the lantern. “Plus, I meant it. The way the lantern casts it’s light on you makes you look quite… ethereal.”

Needless to say that she’s breathtaking. I’ll never get tired of saying such words.

She’s a piece of art I’d sit and stare at for hours on end.

“When my heart beats so wildly in my chest due to those words, a beating that feel so nice that I can’t get enough of it, why would I mind it?” Gently, Alfia leans down, resting her upper body on mine and downright melting against me, eyes closing with a content look on her face.

I uncross my raised legs and lower them down, then reach down to hug her close to me.

She smells nice.

“All the more reasons for me to keep going then.”She hums and turns her head, resting an ear over my chest, silvery hair draping all over me like a curtain of liquid moonlight.

“Your heartbeat.” She starts, releasing a gentle breath. “I love it’s sound. It’s… soothing.” My chest rises, then slowly falls.

My gaze never leaves the crown of her head as I just quietly lay there.

“And yes, I wouldn’t mind hearing you say such words more often. Or even whisper them in my ears from time to time.” Her gloved hands reach up to rest on my shoulders, and her body gently drags against mine as she pushes herself up so our faces are inches apart, her sparkling eyes locked onto mine.

“But I prefer actions over words.”

If that isn’t an invitation, then I don’t know what is.

Her body shudders, then further melts against mine as my lips take hers. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, refusing to let go and directly deepening our kiss with clear desire, a cute and happy hum flowing out of her as she does so.

Then she yelps cutely when I flip us around, pinning her below me.

Her hair scattered everywhere, truly looking like liquid moonlight right now as she stared up at me with big, excited eyes and a brightly flushed face.

I capture her lips once again, her arms wrapping around my neck and fingers brushing through my hair as her soft lips part, and our tongues meet.

Her back arcs off the ground, a cute mewl flowing out of her as she presses her body and large breasts against my chest.

I can feel the heat from her face, and she somehow has this minty taste that is just… addictive.

Her arms unhook from around my neck, and her hands and fingers trace down my chest and to my waists, where she grasped the hem of my shirt and yanked it up.

I break the kiss with a grin, her face flushed brightly and eyes aglow with need and shyness.

I remove my shirt and toss it aside, then pause when Alfia removes her gloves and reaches up with her bare hands to unhook the clasps of her dress, allowing her breasts to instantly bounce and wobble free before my widening eyes.

How fucking tight is that thing?

The moment the clasps came loose, her chest just ballooned out, looking a bit bigger than it seemed with her dress on.

“Whoa…” Yep, big tiddy lover here.

Alfia giggles, then bites her lower lip when I grasp one of her large and soft breasts to give it a nice squeeze, soft flesh ballooning out from between the gaps in my fingers.

Another squeeze and my lips meeting her neck make her let out a squirming mewl, followed by a moan once I do it again, and again.

Her nails meet my back in a pleasant way, then dig into it when I bite down on her neck hard enough to leave a mark, even more so once I make sure to leave behind a hickey.

That big blonde dude irks me, so… I’m a mark what he likes.

Bit of an asshole move from my part, but I don’t really care.

“Nnh~…Riley!”Alfia whispers softly, her crotch leaning up to brush and grind against mine, drawing a grunt from me as I realize just how hard I actually am.

So much so that it’s actually hurting a bit now.

I let go of the soft breast in my hand, my fingers tracing her hard nipple and giving it a pinch that makes her gasp and quiver in a way that is justdeliciousbefore she squirms when my hand reaches down and below her long gothic skirt.

“Rile-mmph!”I capture her lips with mine just as my fingers trace her very wet core, a flex and shake coursing through her whole body, her nails digging deeper into my skin. Something I quite love.

Her tongue carelessly rolls around my, then locks up when she lets out a muffled squeal against my lips when fingers slip inside her panties and against her naked wet sex.

Then inside her.

Her legs flex and her back arcs upward, making me break the kiss and chuckle softly against her. “Quite sensitive, are we?” It’s a trait that Meteria shares, but apparently Alfia is far more sensitive than her.

“Stop teasing me~..” The woman whines cutely, and I chuckle again. My hand leaves her core and panties to grasp her dress, then slowly lift it off her body and gently place it aside.

Allowing me to marvel at the breathtaking beauty that is Alfia, in all of her naked glory.

Clear muscles hidden beneath a healthy and toned body, perfect curves mixed with a unique and rather beautiful pale skin-tone.

Shyly, Alfia reaches up to cover herself, her heterochromatic eyes refusing to meet my wandering eyes even as I grin.

“You are breathtaking.” Her breath is cut short, my fingers tracing her belly and brushing all the way up to her chest, which I gladly cup and squeeze softly yet again.

Her panties are slipped off as well, her face turning as red as a tomato, her hands coming up to cover it as she keeps her legs tightly closed.

I chuckle and use that chance to slip out of my pants too, letting my very hard erection out, much to my satisfaction.

Gotta change my pants too soon enough, bit too tight for my liking.

“Didn’t you say I was going to be all yours tonight?” I tease, making Alfia freeze and peek one glaring eye out from between her now open fingers. “Where’s all that confidence and bravado?”

Her hands slowly lower, and her eyes widen as they flick towards my erection.

She gulps, then our eyes meet. “We can stop if you want. Don’t force yourself.” I gently soothe her, not really wanting her to force herself into doing things outside of her comfort zone.

That seems to snap her out of her daze and thoughts, her eyes instantly narrowing with determination.

Her upper body rises up, and her lips meet mine in a hungry, needy kiss. Her tongue invades my mouth and her arms wrap around my neck, her large chest pressing against my muscular one, spreading a very nice feeling that I’ll never get tired off.

Slowly, she brings me down and spreads her legs invitingly, revealing her shaved and glistening core to me.

Our lips part, and a soft pant flows out of hers. “You are unfair…” Her lips trail wet needy kissed down my cheek, her naked palms caressing my chest. “You take my sister’s heart, then mine… Whose else will you steal?”

I couldn’t help it. I chuckle softly at her word. “I’m not exactly doing it willingly, you know.”

Her kiss do not pause at my words, nor do her hands. “And that is why you are irresistible. Doing such wondrous things, being so nice, so handsome, and so loving… While seeking nothing in return.”

“Even mine heart, which I closed off years ago… Caved in before your gentleness and warmth.” Slowly, her lips rise back up to meet mine. “How could I resist you when you save mine precious sister, then me?”

“It might not seem like it… But I too, just like my sister, wished for a Hero to come and flip our lives around.”

I grin softly and press her against the soft bed roll. “My job isn’t done yet. I won’t rest happily until I’ve fully healed you two.” Her eyes redden at my words.

Her lips quiver, and her soft palms cup my cheeks. “Stop making me love you more…”

I hum, put on a pondering look on my face, then just shrug. “Nah. I love seeing you smile.” And that’s when I finally took my chance to claim her welcoming folds.

Her body shudders, and a pleasant gasp escapes her lips, her body pressing further up against mine.

I grunt softly as her folds stretch and welcome my shaft, grasping it tightly as I claim Alfia’s virginity and burrow deeper and deeper inside.

Whimpers, soft mewls and moans flow out of Alfia, who is clearly trying hard to hold them back and make sure she is as quiet as possible… But I can tell from the way she is biting her lips and digging her nails into my back that she is feeling very, very good.

“You’re tight…” I groan out, rolling my hips to get better used to how hard she is clenching down on me. It’s not unpleasant, and it feels very good. I’m just afraid of hurting her.

A moan proves me otherwise though, especially as she tries to eagerly take me deeper inside her. “You are just too big…” Alfia bemoans, placing soft, seemingly drunken kisses on my neck yet again.

So with that incentive, I thrust forward, nearly fully sheathing myself inside of her. “Oh~!” And that melodious sound flows out of her. “Mnhh~!”Followed by another one.

“Don’t hold back for me..” The beautiful woman below me whispers, moving her head so that her sparkling eyes full of desire can meet mine. “I can take it.”

Welp, there goes my fucking self-control.

I pin her down with ease and thrust my hips forward, our crothces meeting and my shaft fully spreading her welcoming, warm and tight folds.

Before I pull back, leaving only the head inside, then slamming forward and sheathing myself fully inside of her yet again.

Alfia’s eyes cross, her mouth parting open and her back arcing off the ground, her hands now gripping the bed roll tightly, nearly tearing it with her strength.

But I don’t let her rest, or recover, or get used to it. I keep the same pace and thrust back and forth, filling her over and over again, feeling her walls clench down on me.

Her breath comes short with each thrust, her breasts bounce in a hypnotic way, and her eyes gloss over from the pleasure.

Her wobbling legs lock around my hips and back, and her hands leave the bed roll to come up and rest on my shoulders. “Nhh~! Faster! Please!” How could I say no to that?

I chuckle softly, my breathing slightly heavy from the excitement, but I still quicken my thrusts while leaning down to leave more marks on Alfia’s neck, and she willingly tilts her head to give me space, one of my hands happily fondling one of her breasts.

Her left arm brushes her long hair aside as musical moans and pants leave her lips, an enchanting smile making it’s way on her glossy lips.

Then, much to my surprise, I find myself on my back, a shudder of pleasure coursing through my body.

My eyes lock with Alfia’s excited, and seemingly glowing ones. Her hands rest on my chest, and her knees beside my body, while her hips and very full, shapely ass rises and falls on my crotch, filling the tent with quiet but meaty slaps.

I can feel her fold clenching down on me oh so perfectly, stimulating me in ways that gives me goosebumps, and the captivating sight of Alfia licking her lips and moaning softly on top of me, her long hair draping all over her naked body and her breasts bouncing… It’s just divine.

Pure stimulation, in all the best ways.

“Enjoying yourself?” I ask, taking hold of her waists so to help her rise and fall faster and harder, which makes her shudder and bite her lips, eyes crossing for a short few seconds.

Her hips roll and grind against my crotch, bewitching eyes staring down at me with hunger. “Yes~! I feel so full!” Her hips rise, then fall heavily. “Mnhh~!”

Gods, I awakened another monster.

Is it wrong that I love it?

“I can’t believe I’ve let my sister monopolize this…” Alfia pants out, her bouncing on my shaft growing faster and faster, more and more eager. “Riley~!”

Her mewls is met by her hips crashing down on my crotch and her folds clenching down around my shaft in a grip that floods me with pain, his fingers digging into her hips out of reflex.

“Yes?” I raise a brow, grinning up at the panting Alfia, eyes glossy with lust and pleasure from her very clear orgasm.

But soon, a huge and beautiful joyful grin spreads across her face as she leans down to capture my lips, her bouncing resuming with greater speed and strength, pushing me close to the edge faster and faster.

Then, her lips leave mine and draw close to my ears. “I love you, my Hero~…” She whispers melodiously in my ear.

And I couldn’t help it. I came instantly.

Alfia arcs her back and moans beautifully as I spill my seed inside of her with a shudder and suppressed grunt, her nails digging across my chest as she orgasms yet again.

I pant, blink, then activate a single Qi Strand, letting it flood my body with nourishing energies.

And use it all to recover my stamina, flip Alfia around, and pin her arms high above her head.

Cute wide eyes meet mine, and I grin down at her. “Round two.” I growl out, then start drawing my hips back even as she mewls and squirms powerlessly.

“Nnh- W-Wait-! Let me rest a bit fi- Oooh~! Mph~! R-Riley~! S-So deep~! J-Just- Ahn~!”

These twins are going to be the death of me.

                                                                              xxxXXXxxx

Even the breathtaking sight before me of the enormous waterfall, rainbows and water filled canals, with the roar of rushing water constantly ringing out and filling the air, can’t distract me from the now nagging feeling of being watched.

It’s grown annoying, especially now that we’ve gotten deeper and deeper and reached this… Water City? I hope I heard right.

But, well… It’s all fucking water here. There’s that enormous waterfall that is amazing.

As beautiful as it is… I fucking hate this place already.

“You don’t like water?” Alfia asks, leaning close to me, and absolutely glowing and smiling brightly the whole time.

Girls behind us gnash their teeth at Alfia’s ‘unfair luck’, while even Kirin gave her an approving nod and thumbs up when ‘morning’ came and we woke up.

I hum and look at her, smiling softly and drinking in her glowing and smiling appearance for a few seconds before scrunching up my nose. “My old man’s way of teaching me how to swim was to throw me into a large body of water and tell me to ‘Swim the fuck out or drown’.”

“Then he up and left to go grab a beer without a care.” The horrendous beating mom gave his dumbass still didn’t quell my child-self.

So I punched my old man in the nuts. Hard.

I got thrown in the pool again for my action.

Alfia’s cheeks puff up, and quiet snorts ring out from all around us.

Juno instead growls below her breath from in front of us. “That’s Hera’s fucking way to do it.”

“Nah, she did it just with you because you were a lazy bitch.” Kirin snorts, and Juno squeaks indignantly at being revealed so directly.

Leonidas laughs, and gets kicked in the shin for his trouble. Dude doesn’t even flinch. “Better than Lord Zeus telling the brats that if they can swim in water, they can swim in pu-Erk!”” His words are interrupted by Zald, who smacks him over the head without even looking.

But pretty much everyone understands what he was going to say.

“How does he keep getting worse?” Someone from behind me wonders aloud, and I gotta agree with her.

Why the hell is he such a massive pervert?

“Though, I gotta ask…” I speak up, earning Leonidas’s attention. “Why does your God allow… That?” I finish by nodding my head back, towards the distant group of the Zeus Familia that is following after us, watching us quietly.

Far too quietly. Even Leonidas said that by now, some of the guys in their group would have still tried to flirt with some of the girls, but they are just… quietly watching.

They aren’t even going out of their way to assist the front-line in dealing with the monsters that appear and block our path.

It’s unnerving.

Leonidas frowns, throwing a nasty glare back towards his slightly visible Captain. “I wish I had an answer for that. He used to lead the Zeus Familia, but then he just… stopped, letting us do whatever we wanted.”

“Some still stick to what we believe in, while others… Others are opportunistic, and desire more and more power.” I don’t need to know who the ‘others’ are.

“So then your Captain is a megalomaniac?” I probe, and Leonidas nods with a snort of disgust and contempt.

But Zald soon speaks up. “I say he’s grown worse since he started listening to Socrates. That old man… I can’t read him at all.” Yeah, among the whole group, Socrates is the one that unnerves me the most.

He observes and gouges everything. He’s the type of predator that waits for the perfect opportunity to strike, no matter how long it takes.

So he’s probably the reason on why the Zeus Familia is hanging so far back, perhaps to have the Hera Familia and Leonidas’s group exhaust their resources and grow tired?

I frown slightly and turn my head towards the Zeus Familia’s group, and notice a familiar carriage to the one carrying my Pills at the back.

But theirs looks three times more full, as potion bottles are quite a bit bigger than my Pill bottles, which look more like vials.

That’s an awful amount of potions they brought with them… Maybe I’m just paranoid and overthinking things, but-

My hair suddenly stands on end.

“Stop.” I call out, and everyone swiftly does out.

I stretch my senses out, sharpening them as much as possible, my eyes flicking left and right as that sensation of being stared at turns downright malicious.

“What’s wrong?” Leonidas asks, his grip over his spear tightening as Zald tenses and reaches towards the large greatsword on his back.

I frown and glance at them out of confusion. “Don’t you feel like you are being stared out?” Now they are the ones staring at me with confusion on their faces.

Juno shares a glances with Kirin before frowning. “No, we haven’t… Can you pinpoint the location?” I bite my lower lip, then wave my hand around.

“From everywhere.” Their faces pale and frown further. “I’ve been feeling like this for a while now, but now it’s turned downright malicious. It’s putting me on edge.”

I step away from the group and breathe in, trying to ignore the roaring of the enormous waterfall beside us to concentrate on my senses.

Something is wrong, and has been wrong since I’ve entered this Dungeon.

Aside from the unknown scheme the Zeus Familia is cooking up… There’s something else.

“The hell is up with the hold up?” A heavy, rumbling voice speaks up, earning my attention for a few seconds.

Great, we just needed one of ‘em to approach us now.

“None of your business.” Alfia replies curtly and coldly, not even sparing a glance towards Nemea as her worried eyes remain locked onto me.

Something’s wrong.

My sharp senses catch a rumble from the distance.

The malice in the air grows tenfold.

Another rumble, and this time I pinpoint the noise.

“Riley, what’s wrong?” Alfia asks me worriedly, approaching me so to grasp my hand in her gloved hand.

Nemea growls, features sharpening and eyes narrowing. “Riley? He’s the fucking alchemist?” I ignore the massive guy as I look at the massive waterfall.

Another rumble, far louder. Coming from down below.

Goosebumps rise all over my skin, and the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Something’s coming. Something dangerous.

Very fucking dangerous.

My Sword’s Item Spirit purrs with delight at the feeling of danger.

I let go of Alfia’s hand and instantly push her towards Kirin. “Move! Now!”

The waterfall stops falling.

All the water stops rushing.

All the water stops moving.

Leonidas’s face fills with horror, and he instantly flips around towards the supporters behind him.

                                                                  “IT’S THE LEVIATHAN!”

My eyes widen at his roar, and my instinct scream at me to fucking move-

A gargantuan figure rises up from the depths of the waterfall at insane speeds, casting a shadow over the supporters directing and pulling the carriages filled with resources.

An enormous eel-like creature with sparkling sky-blue scales. It’s more like a giant sea serpent with enormous fins the size of three story buildings that resemble wings.

Horror washes forth together with the sheer might and power radiating off the weakest of the Three Calamities.

A melodious cry flows out from the Leviathan’s long beak, making the very air shudder from how loud it is.

Countless cracking sounds fill the air, being heard through the bone-chilling quiet that spread over the group and over the waters growing still.

Hundreds upon hundreds of monsters flow out of the walls and ground in massive swarms, as if they had been waiting in ambush this whole time.

The stare grows more chilling… But why does it feel that it’s not even staring at me?

I frown, but push those thoughts away. “Alfia.” I call out softly, making the woman straighten up. “Use the weapon I made. Deal with the monsters and bring the girls to safety.”

The Leviathan’s fins shudder.

The ground below my feet is pulverized.

The fin cracks through the air with the force and speed of a meteor, smashing down towards the group of Supporters at the back-

Only for me to hammer straight into the Leviathan’s very tough body, causing the fin to miss and release a blast of stray winds that strike one of the walls far away from us.

The massive eel-like body moves, and I kick away as the Leviathan lets out a hiss, glowing malevolent ruby eyes fixing upon me, then widening.

Slowly, it’s body shifts as the Great Beast focuses it’s whole attention on me.

“Riley!” Kirin shouts worriedly as the waters of the waterfall start boiling and rising around the Leviathan like enormous pillars.

“Go!” I shout, sending a sharp glare her way. “Ensure the safety of the girls first, then come back!” The monsters that came out of the damn walls feel weird.

Very fucking weird.

The Leviathan opens it’s maw filled with serrated and sharp teeth, and all the water flows in and condenses in a single building sized ball that gives me a very dangerous feeling.

The literal scent of death… The feeling of staring straight at something that has the power to kill you.

The only other thing that has given me this feeling is the Black Dragon.

But now… Now I have another Great Beast before me.

And I really want to see what they are made out of!

My Sword Item Spirit purrs in agreement, my blade vibrating joyfully within it’s sheath.

You’ve been wanting this since forever, haven’t you?

I draw my sword with a clear and sharp sound as I breathe in.

The Leviathan releases it’s devastating beam of water with a roaring boom, the speed of the beam breaching the sound barrier as soon as it shoots out.

I raise my sword high above my head.

One-hundred Qi Strand are set ablaze.

My body explodes with horrendous pain as the enormous amounts of energy rage through my body.

All of my Qi flows into my sword, and it’s Item Spirit roars with utter glee.

A pillar of blackish gold light erupts out from my sword.

                                                                    “Kunpeng Falling Cry!”

I let go of my swords sheath and grasp the handle with both hands, then hack the blade down with the weight of a mountain backing it.

The ground is utterly vaporized as an ear-deafening sharp screech tore through the Dungeon Floor.

My Qi swells and explodes with enormous force as I meet the beam of water with a pillar of pure energy.

The initial force behind the water blast is gone, and so is the one from my own attack… But I can strengthen it!

I breathe in, filling my Qi Palace with even more Qi Strands, which is making me really love and hate the Dungeon at the same time.

Those Qi Strands are set ablaze to release their dense and potent energies.

My foot stomps forward, and fully hack down my sword to release the initial wave of energy before spinning around, using the momentum to add greater strength to my next blow.

The Leviathan roars as it’s initial attack fails, and it’s eyes glow with rage and disdain before it’s enormous body smashes towards me, it’s head jabbing forth like an arrow shooting off the fully drawn bowstring.

And I couldn’t help it. The sight of it’s enormous body and the feeling of death hanging over my neck…

Hah! Am I grinning!?

I never felt so in tune with my sword before!

Qi Strands after Qi Strands are burned, and immense waves of energy flow straight into my sword.

A sense of clarity washes over me as any thoughts about death, victory and the others are discarded off, replaced by one thing only.

I want to Cut this son of a bitch.

Sword Qi roars to life with a blinding platinum light, far greater in potency and far more condensed than the other times I’ve used it.

Yeah, this is real Sword Qi.

My posture relaxes. My muscles go loose.

And my sword lazily swings through the air and meets the tip of the Leviathan’s jaws.

                                                                    “Kunpeng Rising Fin.”

A wave of force painfully ripples through my whole body.

My ears go deaf as the roaring collision releases an organ-rattling shock-wave that evaporates the surrounding water.

Yet, I don’t even take a step back from my spot as I release a low turbid breath, my eyes highly focused and wide.

Slowly, my steaming and hissing white-hot blade is lowered.

My eyes flick up towards the Leviathan, a low hateful growl that rumbles across the large Water City flowing out of it’s jaws as the beast drags it’s body out of the enormous wall I managed to smash it into.

A wall on the other side of the waterfall, nearly more than one or two hundred meters away.

A wall with an enormous cleave into it, one that goes all the way up to the ceiling.

I just cleaved the Dungeon Floor in half with that rising slash.

Then, my eyes lock onto the red spot on the Leviathan’s jaws. A nasty human sized gash.

Small, but quite deep and dripping blood.

Pillars of waters roar out from the waterfall and towards the Leviathan, the beast using the water to clearly float in the air with ease.

Hateful eyes remain locked onto me, and I grin savagely and beckon the Leviathan towards me with a wiggle of my fingers.

This is gonna be fun.

“You know…” Leonidas’s voice reaches my ears as he lands on my left. “When someone faces the Leviathan, I’d expect their faces to have terror or nervousness on it.”

“Not sheer glee.”

I chuckle openly even as Zald lands on my right, his massive greatsword fully drawn and his scarred face scrunched up towards the approaching Great Beast.

“I can’t help it! This is just so exciting!” I openly laugh, resting my singing sword on my shoulder, feeling a far deeper connection with it than before.

Leonidas chuckles, his own nerves easing. “So, shall we just stall it?”

“That would be our best option, yes…” Zald agrees, then the two turn to glance at me for my opinion.

So I grin savagely.

“How about we turn the Leviathan into the ‘One-Eyed Leviathan’?”

They blink at me.

Then savage grins spread on both of their faces, mimicking my own.

“The ladies are going to scream at us.”

“Pshaw! It’s gonna be worth it!”

I think I’m a bad fucking influence on people…

A.N. And the Leviathan came lookin’ for da smoke!

Will it leave in victory, or get molly-wopped!? Who knows? I do!

See y’all next chappy!

Toodles!