The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Kaisen had already left the scene, sprinting like a caffeinated cheetah on a sugar rush.

The Veil of Shadows skill only gave him 30 seconds of invisibility, but at level 1500, he was faster than a teenager deleting browser history.

'I need to get back quick. Ronali and her family are going to be in deep shit, and I can't let that happen.'

He thought, dodging trees like they were his ex's texts.

That was true. Kaisen had just royally ticked off someone with enough power to make life very uncomfortable for Ronali and her family.

Even though Luke hadn't yet gotten a glimpse of Kaisen's face, he was the kind of guy who would unleash his petty wrath on anyone within arm's reach just to soothe his bruised ego.

It was only a matter of time before he targeted Ronali and her kin in a bid to save face and serve up some half-baked revenge.

Sure, Kaisen could've stuck around and thrown his weight around like the overpowered badass he was, bullying the villagers into letting him stay.

But where was the thrill in that? He wasn't looking to be the village's resident boogeyman, the guy everyone whispered about while nervously avoiding eye contact.

He could already picture Ronali and her mom eyeing him like he was the villain of every bedtime story they'd ever heard. And that? That wasn't the vibe he was going for at all.

Kaisen wanted the daughter-mother duo to come to him willingly, swayed by his charm and not his powers.

What kind of twisted romance would it be if he had to force it? No, he was after the real deal—love tainted with a little corruption and a lot of fun.

That was the method Kaisen enjoyed most, and he was all in for the game.

He's dead set on stealing Rodalina from… Ronald, or whatever that guy's name is. Let's be honest, a guy like that doesn't deserve a woman as stunning and, well,milfyas Rodalina.

He's dead set on stealing Rodalina from… Ronald, or whatever that guy's name is. Let's be honest, a guy like that doesn't deserve a woman as stunning and, well,

milfy

as Rodalina.

And then there's Ronali—she's a firecracker, sure, but that fiery spark just makes her all the more irresistible. A little heat in the heart only fuels a wilder passion, right?

Kaisen was on a mission, alright—meet up with his friends, gather some juicy intel, and send them back to Evershade.

The plan was simple: return to this village, but not empty-handed.

He needed something that would make these cats practically beg him to stay. If he played his cards right, he'd waltz back in as their savior, complete with a hero's welcome.

"Oh, boy! They'll have to cater to their savior's every whim. If I say I want a grape, they will feed me one. If I say I want a nipple, they will strip for me."

He chuckled to himself, visions of pampering and adoration dancing in his head.

But then,skiddd—Kaisen skidded to a halt, nearly face-planting into the side of a wooden building.

But then,

skiddd

—Kaisen skidded to a halt, nearly face-planting into the side of a wooden building.

Something inside had caught his eye, forcing him to slam on the brakes. For a moment, he just stood there, trying to process what the hell he'd just seen.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he tiptoed back a few steps, pressing his face against a small crack in the wood.

"Holy shit!"

He muttered under his breath. It wasn't exactly a building, more like a makeshift shed or a stable, but what was inside was pure madness.

Wooden tables were piled high with metal tools—everything from sledgehammers to screwdrivers, chisels, hammers, even some random wires tangled up in a mess.

Leather skins were strewn all over the place, like some weird craft project gone terribly wrong.

But it wasn't the tools or even the blood on them that stopped Kaisen in his tracks—it was the three human bodies hanging from the ceiling.

Their hands were bound by metal chains, and their skin... well, it wasn't really there anymore.

Instead of the usual flesh tone, they were a horrifying shade of red, like someone had taken the time to peel off every inch of their skin. Blood and flesh dripped from their exposed muscles, staining the floor in a gruesome pool.

The thick, metallic smell of iron filled the air, and the sight was enough to make anyone with a weak stomach lose their lunch on the spot.

"What the actual fuck is this?"

Kaisen whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. His eyes darted around, scanning the area for any signs of life.

But this place was off the beaten path, far from the main village and hidden by dense foliage. There wasn't a single soul in sight.

Determined to get a better look, Kaisen made his way to the front door—a large, double wooden door that looked like it hadn't been opened in years.

He gave it a push, but it didn't budge, almost as if it was mocking him. Annoyed, he applied a bit more strength, pressing his hand dead center on the door.

There was a sudden snap, the sound of a wooden plank breaking behind the door, and the door creaked open with a low groan.

The stench hit Kaisen like a freight train, nearly making him retch on the spot. Even with his heightened senses, the overpowering smell of rotting flesh mixed with fresh blood was too much.

He gagged, fighting to keep his stomach contents where they belonged as he forced himself to step further into the room.

His eyes quickly scanned the area, trying to avoid the ghastly sight of the flayed bodies hanging above him.

Among the scattered tools and gruesome remnants, something unusual caught his eye—a small, black diary lying on one of the tables. It seemed oddly out of place amidst the carnage, like a secret waiting to be uncovered.

Kaisen snatched up the diary, flipping it open with trembling hands. The first page was stained, smeared with what looked like a mix of blood and something else—something foul that made the ink hard to read.

Squinting, he managed to decipher the opening line:

"In the name of the Royal General, Cha—"

The rest of the name was too distorted to make out, blotted out by a thick, reddish-brown stain.

Whoever this "Royal General" was, Kaisen had a sinking feeling that he was about to get pulled into something far more sinister than he'd bargained for.

...

Someone new is coming—someone you've all been waiting for a long time. He's sharp and menacing, and Kaisen is definitely going to break a sweat trying to keep up with him.

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