I am going to fuck them so senselessly that they are even going to forget their own names. I swear on the mother of light. Meanwhile, the maids have no idea that I am about to fight 10000 knights—Rank Zero, Unawakened Realm, 3 stars Early Stage—in below fucking one minute just to bang a bunch of maids. If they knew about this, wouldn't they just be left speechless? While I am walking and keep thinking about how to beat them, from behind me, the maids are following me discreetly.
Maid no. 1 — "Why is our young master walking with so much intensity that it looks like he is going to beat the shit out of someone?"
Maid no. 2 — "He's beating someone? Look at him. His combat powers only came from pills and potions. I bet he's running towards his mother like a child to complain."
She snickered. Hearing this, all of them agree and quietly laugh.
Maid no. 3 — "Even so, if I become his concubine and get pregnant with his baby, don't I just rise like a phoenix?"
Hearing this, 3 of them nodded in agreement.
I come in front of my mother's room. I adjust my clothes neatly, just like a good boy. Hmm. I knock on the door: tap tap tap. Hearing the knock from the outside, a crisp and commanding voice answers, "Come in." Hearing this, I open the door, step inside, and close the door.
What my mother is currently reading is the report from the border. She has a hint of holiness, a hint of killing intent. She is just like an angel who guards the innocent and kills the evil. She has blonde hair and deep sea blue Prognostic eyes. I call out, "Mother." Hearing my voice, she raises her head. Beside her is my stepfather and my mother's second husband. He is tall like a pine tree, and surrounding him is a heavy, thick killing intent from the countless battles and slaughters. He is completely opposite to my mother. He is like a demon from hell born to slaughter. The room is filled with thick, oppressive tension because of the report from the border. When my voice carries into the room, both of them snap back and retract the pressure. The room now returns to normal.
The crushing pressure vanishes, their auras retract as smoothly as drawing breath. The room settles back into comfortable stillness. Because of this, the surrounding people breathe a sigh of relief and look at me with a hint of gratitude. I walk forward with confidence and come in front of my mother. Seeing this, she has a question mark expression on her face and gestures for me to speak. Seeing this, I scratch the back of my head and say, "Mother, I want to spar with 10000 knights at my level." Hearing this, she and my stepfather blink in confusion. Although the surrounding people are quiet, even so, I hear gasps and snickers from the people surrounding me, and I don't give a shit about them anyway.
My mother rests her chin on her hand, tapping the table as if pondering something. She sighs and waves her hand. Seeing this, a female knight steps forward and kneels with utmost respect and reverence. She is in her 20s and has long, silky black hair. She is beautiful, having all the right curves. My mother says in a flat tone, "Arrange for my son what he is asking for." Saying this, she looks at me and adds, "Don't overdo it." Hearing this, I nod. The surrounding people wear complicated expressions—some envious, some confused, as if wondering why I would want to spar with so many people. The female knight comes in front of me and gestures respectfully. Seeing that I nod, I start to follow her, but I turn around, walk forward, give a small kiss on my mother's cheek, and wave. "Thanks, Mom." Seeing this, she waves back, and I follow the female knight out of the room.
I follow the female knight in the corridor. The walk is quick, so I decide to chat. "Hey, what is your name?" I ask. She replies. Hearing her, "Ohh, nice name," I reply. Then I ask a bunch of random questions, like her favorite color, her favorite food. She is answering questions, but her tone sounds irritated. Seeing this, I decide to make her even more irritated. So I watch her hips swaying with each step. I raise my hand, and with blinding speed, before she reacts, I give her a spank on her hips with a crisp sound. I use just enough force to make it pleasurable. Because of this, she yelps and stares at me with hatred. Seeing this, I wink, gesture to continue walking. We resume walking. She walks with a blush, a clear sign she liked that spank but is too proud to admit it.
Along the way, she tells me that right now, 10000 knights are going on a joint hunt of 5000 demons—Rank Zero, zero stars, Unawakened Realm early stage. Just talking about demons, she has a tremor in her voice. Seeing this, I nod. It looks like demons are stronger than humans, but whatever. I just shrug it off. We come to a halt, and then she says, "Young master, if you go straight and exit the fortress, there is an open grassy field where we raise the horses. So wait there for a second. I will inform the instructors who are in charge so that you can spar with the 10000 knights." "Ah, I hope you do not lose so badly." Saying these haughty words, she leaves, hips swaying. Seeing this, I smirk. The first girl I will bang after the reward is you, Elara. Muttering this, I leave.
Thorne Blackfang frowned and spoke to Liora, "Madam, the ten thousand knights Kai is about to face are not ordinary knights." When he said that, the scene shifted, and Elara came in front of the massive, thick, and heavy door. She cracked her neck and touched the door with all her might. She pushed the door open slowly, and the scene shifted. Thorne Blackfang continues, "These knights fight demons their entire lives in life-and-death battles." The scene shifts as Elara steps inside the massive room. She nearly passes out from the sheer pressure of the killing intent radiating from the army, but she channels mana through her veins, stabilizing herself, and mutters, "Damn, even though I am part of this army, I still can't stand this thick killing intent." She wipes beads of sweat from her brow. The scene shifts back. Thorne Blackfang continues, "Ahem, I am worried about Kai," he says genuinely. Hearing this, Liora doesn't even lift her head and replies in a flat tone, "If my son wants to spar with ten thousand, let him. Even if he asks for kingdoms' and empires' queens as concubines and princesses as maids, let him be." Hearing this, Thorne Blackfang replies, "Well, I am just worried what if he loses and—" Before he finishes, she cuts him off. "Of course he is going to lose, you dumbass," she says annoyingly. "And that is precisely the reason it will give me a chance to train him." As she speaks of training, there is a hint of ruthlessness in her tone. Hearing this, a cold shiver runs down everyone's spines, including Thorne Blackfang's. He wipes his brow and mutters to himself, "Kai, it looks like you need to prepare yourself."
Elara walks towards the instructors who are in charge. Along the way, she sees that everyone is preparing for today's battle with demons: some sharpening their weapons, some discussing the team's strategy, some writing emails to their families. Seeing those emails, Elara remembers her family. When she thinks about her dead parents, who were killed by demons, she clenches her fist, white-knuckling. "Damn it," she spits. While we fight just to survive, trying to protect our families, some rich second-generation spoiled brat thinks he can use us as a stepping stone. Thinking about Kai, truly angry, she walks forward with determination to kick his ass.