Reject Humanity, Return To Monke - Chapter 188

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It’s been day since I spent the night in Catalina’s Dungeon. Nothing really happened that day, just me returning to my Dungeon, being greeted by Domino and Drake, while my… Concubines that were liable to land me in jail back on Earth were sent to the Human Town where they could help with the community.

Of course, this didn’t stop them from actually trying to gain my favor. Apparently, in their entire lives, only I and, to some extent, their faction leaders showed them kindness and respect.

Their smiles as they frolicked around the plaza in the Human Town, or their grunts of satisfaction as they finished a job well done, were soothing to the hearts that surrounded them, be they human or demi-human.

One more thing to add: they were actually good fighters for their age. I could still remember the time they gave Krag and Lara a run for their money when they asked them to fight.

It seems that when there is nobody willing to help you, you have to do everything in your power to survive.

All in all, these five girls are a great boon to my Dungeon… And for the love of the FBI god, even though they look like they’re in their teens, they are already past their legal age.

Blame that on malnutrition.

Placing my hand on the tree next to me, I pushed lightly and the hammock I was lying on began to swing. Retracting my arm back, I laid it under my head as I closed my eyes, a deep breath exiting my mouth while the hammock swung side to side.

Materializing the cloak and mask, I snickered under the hood as it blocked the incoming sunlight that came from who knows where.

‘Ahhh… Some peace and quiet…’ Lounging on the hammock was the best. Truth be told, this past week was very draining on my mind. Commanding the primates, grinding my skills, and entertaining Domino, to name a few.

So when a day like this came, I was fully intent on spending my time just lazing around. I could afford that much, at least?

=Oho…? Lazying around, I see…=

‘And just like that, my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.’ I sighed inwardly, before opening my eyes to take a glimpse of the surroundings. “What is it, Drakhan?”

=Well, I’ve just got word from one of my soul pieces, the one in the dragonewt… is he a male or is she a female?=

“Both.” I replied tonelessly as I watched a leaf fall from the tree.

=I see… Anyway, from what my soul piece learned from her memories, before she was dumped into the village to be the goblins’ plaything, she was attacked by a man. That much you knew, right?=

I nodded my head wordlessly. A question rose in my mind, but I let Drakhan continue just so I could get back to resting if the news wasn’t so important.

=The thing is, the man who attacked her is in cahoots with the Human Movement cult, and their reason for doing so is because of her rather interesting past.=

“… Oh please no… Don’t do this to me…” Inside my head, I could hear the soul piece of Drakhan chuckling to himself, a wide smile threatening to split his face in two.

=The dragonewt is the last of her tribe, the daughter of their leader even, and to make sure that descendants were aplenty, they gave their daughter a dick capable of ejaculating healthy sperm. Pretty neat, huh?=

“… Okay… didn’t need to know that information, but whatever.” I shook my head to remove that horrifying thought of giving a girl a dick against her wishes… Then again, it was pretty hot, not gonna lie… “Anyway, you said something about the attacker being with the Human Movement cult, anything to add on that?”

=You’re no fun… Anyway, yes, that is indeed the case. I’ve also heard this from my other soul piece that is within the Human Movement cult: The man is planning to head to your Dungeon to avenge Erika, the female knight whom Drake killed.=

“… I just wanted peace…” I groaned as I placed a palm on my face. Getting up from the hammock, I stopped its swinging by placing my hand on the tree right next to me. “Thanks for the heads-up, Drakhan.”

=Anytime.=

[Quest Generated!]

[Repel the incoming raid!]

[Ensure that the raid on your Dungeon doesn’t succeed.]

[Rewards: @*A(F*A>?]

“If there wasn’t enough motivation before, now I have some.” Grinning, I swiftly dropped down to the ground, my feet landing on the soil with a loud thud. Stretching slightly, some sounds popped in my back and neck, a refreshing feeling overcoming my body as I proceeded to open the Dungeon Menu.

“Hey, Drake, you might want to hear this.”

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“They’re coming here? Again?” Drake’s demeanor nearly gave me a heart attack. He wasn’t the easygoing, laidback guy I knew who lived here, instead, here was a veteran fighter who was hellbent on revenge.

“Yes, they are.” I didn’t flinch, however. I knew Drake had an axe to grind against those human cultists because of their actions that caused the death of one of his closest friends, even if he was the one to put her down.

“Good.” Drake’s expressionless face gave way to visible anger rising within. He snarled, and his gauntlets materialized. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to tell some other people about the incoming raid. I’ll handle this side, you handle the monster’s side.”

“Done deal.” I stood up and materialized the cloak, mask, and boots that I had hidden earlier when I came here. “Just a heads-up, I’ll place you at the front so you can tear those bastards a new one.”

“You know it.” Drake smiled slightly, but his anger was still radiating off of his figure, suffocating me slightly due to the pressure.

“And tone down your anger… You might kill someone just by walking past them…” I said with a deadpan, and Drake blinked, before sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. “Damn, that’s some fine anger control.”

“Learned it from the very best.” Drake sighed forlornly as we both headed out of the house. Once outside, we parted ways, Drake heading for the Shaiydon’s residence and me towards the passageway that led to the Monster Town.

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“Again? They’re coming here again?” Gobun, the elderly goblin, cupped his chin as thin fingers tapped on the table.

“Yep. Apparently, losing one of their own in pursuit of a single heretic placed a bad rap on them, and now, they want to take action to recover their losses.” I explained what I had heard from Drakhan when I traveled through the passageway leading to this town.

It took an hour, but now all the leaders in the Monster Town met in this singular building, our usual meeting place.

Rosada, Aratella, Gobun, Zurug, Shonah, Vas, and Qog all sat around the round table with contemplative looks on their faces. Gone were the flirting façade of Rosada and the nervous mannerisms of Aratella. Gobun changed from his usual senile nature, replaced by a survivor who had overcome impossible odds. Zurug was still the same, albeit more serious and less devoted to worship.

Shonah, Vas and Qog, however, were not that different from when I met them. Sure, I haven’t mingled with the three as much as I did with the others, but these two I knew were loyal, which is why they were the leaders of their respective groups.

“Do they have a death wish? To throw their numbers against a well-defended Dungeon that wiped out a single company of their soldiers?” Shonah snorted as she chuckled maliciously. “Fools, the lot of ’em.”

“Bah, their idiocy means more meat for us.” Qog slapped his belly, roaring laughter echoing around the room. “Their meat is just divine. The supple meat, the rough meat, the tough meat… Ohohohohehehe… The tough meat…”

“Addiction to human meat aside, don’t try anything funny against our Lord’s human subordinates, we should create a contingency in case the humans have a trump card.” Vas, the kobold leader, who was also one of the smartest in the room, sniffed the air with his nose, his head facing the door with a narrowed gaze. “Qog… did you just…”

“I did.” Qog affirmed Vas’ suspicion, and the kobold could only sigh as he slumped back on the chair.

“You insufferable glutton.” Vas facepalmed, and Qog barked out his laugh. Moments later, the door opened and in came various orcs, all bringing trays full of steaming, hot meat freshly off of the stove.

“Oh, come on, Vas. It’s noon, and even our Lord here knows that continuing this discussion on an empty stomach would be irritating, right Boss?” Qog laughed, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Vas smacked his head on the table after that, and the rest of the members laughed out loud.

“Got to admit, porky over here has a point. Don’t want to talk with an empty stomach. We would all be cranky by the end of this meeting otherwise.” Aratella smiled as she moved to grab a juicy piece of manga meat that was sitting pretty on one of the trays, its scent all but tempting the arachne to move in and lunge for a bite.

“Where are your manners, Aratella? You must wait for our Lord to begin before we can eat.” Rosada smiled. Aratella glanced at the alraune, then looked at me, before retracting her hand.

‘Well, might as well dig in.’ Gaining the looks of everyone inside the room, I shrugged and grabbed the fabled manga meat in my hands. The bone was warm to the touch while juice dripped down its brown, meaty surface. “Well then, here’s to a successful defense.”

I bit down on the meat, and all I could think of was the flavor empowering my thoughts.