For the past five days, he'd been juggling an impossible workload. Managing village construction. Handling merchant negotiations.
Maintaining constant communication with his father through messenger birds. Advertising the Tower's existence to hunters and adventurers. Publishing information through trade networks.
All while fucking his wives to the point of exhaustion every single night.
His mental energy was stretched thin. His patience worn down.
He needed relief. Needed to fuck something until his mind went blank and the stress melted away.
'I'm not a monster,' Viktor thought as the tunnel ahead began to brighten. 'I just want to live a good life. Build my territory. Protect my family. Is that so wrong?'
The answer, of course, was that his methods were absolutely monstrous. But Viktor had long since made peace with that contradiction.
Light appeared ahead. Faint. Green-tinged.
Holy light.
