Chapter 122 - Those Who Dwell in the Wasteland of Hell

Sigh. I ended up having sex with Goblina too.

No! This was strictly a "justification-sex" session to make sure I can distinguish friend from foe! Goblins are pests that should be exterminated on sight, but Goblina is a sex toy who has received my mercy, so I have to protect her. I needed to engrave that logic into my brain. Even a man needs an excuse sometimes, okay?!

Anyway, once it's done, I have no more use for a female goblin. I should have kicked her out of bed immediately, but this monster—despite being covered inside and out with my semen—said she "doesn't wash her body." So, I had to force her to take a bath.

Luckily, the Niosebuk fort we took down had a basic water facility. I was worried if a "Tiger-Wolf" nation even had a bathing custom, but since there was no equipment to heat the water, I guess my guess was only half-right.

Regardless, I washed away the semen and the years of filth caked onto her skin. Goblina stayed quiet during the process, looking like a little puppy being scrubbed. But that image was my undoing—moved by her "cuteness," I ended up slapping her rear again.

"Ngh! Ah-ngh! ❤️❤️ Mating in the bath is great too, Boss! ❤️❤️"

Dammit, once should have been enough, yet I keep restarting the sex by sheer momentum! And sex in a bath? That’s the ultimate "lovey-dovey" cliché!

Furthermore, I’m currently on a covert mission in the heart of Niosebuk. Every second is precious, yet here I am, using those diamond-valuable minutes for sex. It’s very "me," I suppose. I should be moving, especially with the fear that the military might have noticed the fort fell.

But the only thing moving fast right now is my waist, oscillating back and forth to hammer into a female goblin's ass.

"Hyaaah! ❤️❤️ Haaah! ❤️❤️ Pussy! Pussy! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

I’m officially in a rut. I was just thinking that I needed some kind of accident to force a change in the situation when...

"GYAAH! GIGIII—!"

That voice?! That’s a goblin scream. One of Goblina’s regular followers. The sheer desperation in the tone told me something had happened.

"Emergency! Everyone, move out!"

"Ah! Boss! Your cock...!"

I popped out of Goblina’s hole and sprinted toward the sound. Thank god something happened! If not, I really might have drowned in that goblin’s flesh and wasted days on sex. When I reached the scene, I found a situation I hadn't expected.

A woman was surrounded by goblins, with nowhere to run.

"Help! I'm going to be ravished by goblins!!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I roared.

The goblins were snickering with that cruel, lecherous grin unique to their race. It was obvious what they intended to do to a weak prey. I dove into the fray, punching every goblin in sight.

"I won't let you attack humans as long as I'm around!!"

"Gigigi...?!"

Goblina, their leader, had sworn absolute submission to me. Goblins are incredibly cruel to those weaker than them, but their instinct for sensing someone stronger is razor-sharp. With a single shout from me, they shriveled up and scurried away.

"It's okay now. You must have been terrified."

I spoke to the woman who had been at death's door. But why was a woman here? She looked like a common village girl. Her simple dress was faded from years of use and frayed at the hem. She didn't fit in at a Niosebuk military fort. Was she a servant? Or a camp follower?

To understand the situation, I tried to ask her for details, but...

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs. Were the goblins still threatening her?

"A NAKED MAN! PERVERT! HENTAI!! PERVEEEEEERT!!"

Oh. I was the one threatening her.

I’d run straight from the bath and hadn't had a chance to put on clothes. I was standing before a total stranger with my penis fully exposed! And because I’d been mid-sex with Goblina, I was still rock-hard!

I guess it's only natural she’d think I was a dangerous monster too. What have I done?!

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A few hours later.

I was being hosted in a village tucked deep away in the mountains.

"Thank you for saving us from our crisis," a man—presumably the village head—said, bowing deeply.

What’s the situation? Too much has happened to follow? Fine, let me explain how I got from the fort to this village.

First, the woman I met at the fort was a resident of this village. She had heard the commotion at the fort and sneaked in to see what was happening. The "noise" she heard was the sound of the goblins raiding the place. After we exchanged info and confirmed we weren't enemies, she guided me here.

Since the village is near the fort, it’s Niosebuk territory. I should have been on guard against being ambushed, but strangely, I didn't feel any danger. The reason was the woman’s expression. When I explained that the soldiers at the fort had been wiped out, her face lit up with joy.

If a citizen of the same country hears their soldiers were killed, they usually go pale. Her reaction was the opposite. She was shocked, but her cheeks flushed red and her eyes sparkled. I know that look—it's the look of exhilaration. She seemed far too simple and pure for any double-talk.

This is the "Tiger-Wolf Nation," Niosebuk. It clearly has values and circumstances entirely different from any normal country. I realized I needed more intel to decide my next move, so I accepted the invitation to talk.

That’s how I ended up meeting the village representative. She was a mature, grown woman, but her hair was ragged and she looked gaunt. There was a sense of tragedy about her; she didn't look like a peaceful farmwife at all.

The village itself was far from idyllic. The buildings were simple, designed to be abandoned and destroyed at a moment's notice. They could probably erase all trace of the village within a few hours. It felt less like a town and more like a temporary resistance base. I could feel the tension of the residents from every direction.

What the hell is wrong with this country...?

"Thank you for saving us from our crisis," the female village head said again.

I nodded vaguely, still not quite grasping the weight of her words. I decided to ask for clarification.

"Um... what do you mean by 'saving' you?"

They spoke as if they owed me a debt, but I didn't get it. All I’d done was raid a national fort and slaughter soldiers. That’s the behavior of a bandit. But if they were thanking me, that was the only reason.

"Are you... happy your own soldiers were killed?"

"Do you know why that fort was built?" she asked. "To find and capture us. It was a Niosebuk 'Man-Hunting' unit."

Man-hunting...?! My suspicions were starting to take shape.

"This land wasn't Niosebuk territory until a few years ago," she explained. "There was a small country here with a long history. The Kingdom of Ricella."

Once she said that, I could fill in the blanks. Niosebuk, with its "Might is Right" banner, would see any nearby small country as nothing but prey.

"They invaded without a declaration of war, and our country was destroyed in a matter of days. The royalty was executed, and all the citizens, regardless of status, were captured."

She spoke with a pained expression. "The rumors say... Niosebuk conducts 'Man-Hunts' in every conquered land. They take everyone back to their capital for 'Selection.'"

"Selection?"

"To replenish their military. They pick healthy men from the prisoners and put them through brutal training to weed out the weak. Those who survive become the new vanguards of Niosebuk, possessing iron wills and raw ferocity."

They use the victims of their last war to prepare for the next.

"The men become soldiers... and the women become 'flesh-vessels' to birth the next generation of soldiers. They’re sent to dedicated facilities where they’re ravished by anyone and everyone, forced to birth children only to be ravished again."

Once again, I was reminded that Niosebuk is a pile of trash that has no right to exist on this earth. The village head then turned the subject to themselves.

"We are the lucky few who managed to escape the 'Man-Hunt' when the country fell. We huddled together to form this village and survive."

"I see..."

"The fort you destroyed housed the soldiers tasked with capturing us. Those beasts are greedy for power. They will hunt down every last person who tries to hide. That fort was the symbol of their will to do so."

The villagers had moved the village multiple times to escape, but they were being tracked relentlessly. They were at their breaking point—ready to be caught or commit mass suicide to protect their last shred of pride. The girl I met at the fort was a lookout, sent to watch the military’s movements.

"Because you killed those soldiers, we’ve escaped disaster for now. You are, without a doubt, our savior. I don't know where you came from or why you fought, but..."

"I came from the Kingdom of Reniosegra," I said, telling her the truth. "My goal is to destroy the Kingdom of Niosebuk until not even a shadow of it remains. I realized that killing the King wasn't enough; as long as that country exists, people will suffer. I’m going to kill the heirs—the princes and princesses—and every soldier under them. I’ll wipe Niosebuk off the face of the earth."

"Oh...!"

"So please, endure just a little longer. I promise your lives of fear will soon be over."

Even if that one fort was wiped out, their danger isn't gone. There are countless more heartless soldiers in Niosebuk who will eventually find them. Until Niosebuk is truly gone, these people will never know peace.

I realized then that just killing the old King was a failure. These people, exhausted from years of running, needed hope. I would turn that hope into the strength they need to keep living.

The Kingdom of Niosebuk must be destroyed. Every last fragment.

The more I learned about those bastards, the more my resolve grew.

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