A collective sigh rippled across the world as billions of people drew their first breath in perfect, synchronized unison.
Their eyes opened, a mild confusion clouding their still-drowsy minds before the mories of daily routines began to flow back.
They stretched their bodies, wiped away the remnants of sleep, and prepared for a day that— to them— was just like any other. The duration of the Day of Silence had ended.
But...
Not everyone was so fortunate.
Cirebon in Indonesia, Mogadishu in Somalia, coastal regions of Moldova, and a remote industrial town in Russia. Hundreds of thousands were dead, never to awaken again.
Officially, the respective governnts, with solemn faces and carefully crafted statents, issued public announcents.
The narrative was uniform: "unforeseen natural disaster", "devastating storm", "local tsunami", "insufficient early warning systems", and "please support us during this period of national mourning."
They presented lies neatly wrapped in ribbons of sorrow.
Yet, for those standing atop true power, the truth was undeniable. The natural disasters were nothing more than the aftermath of heretic gods' manifestations and their fierce battles against the Campiones.
The vast majority of humanity lived in comfortable ignorance and necessary lies. They accepted the official story, nodded sadly, and carried on with their lives.
Ignorance was bliss.
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High up in cool serenity, far from the chaos below, Ren sat reclining in a comfortable balcony chair.
He wore a soft cotton bathrobe, enjoying the cool breeze drifting from sunlit mountain peaks.
The luxurious villa provided by the governnt was secluded, peaceful, and offered refreshing green vistas—a stark contrast to the mud pit he had left behind in Cirebon.
In his hand, a smartphone glowed. It wasn't social dia or mainstream news he was viewing, but a specialized website with a simple yet elegant interface, protected by layers of encryption and authentication accessible only to select individuals in the mystical world.
"So, during this Pri War, four Heretic Gods have manifested." He murmured to himself, eyes scanning a brief report.
"Besides Indonesia, the others appeared in Somalia, Moldova, and Russia. Except for Godou, Luo Hao, and John—who showed no interest—and Madam Aisha, who was absent—the other three Heretic Gods were dealt with by Marquis Voban, Doni, and Alec."
This situation didn't follow the storyline of Campione he rembered from the ani and light novels in his mories. But Ren had long suspected sothing like this would happen.
After all, the world he now lived in was a fusion of multiple ani. It would be strange if everything followed the plots he knew.
"I'm curious about the identities of each Heretic God."
Yet, the curiosity quickly faded. Ren sighed, placing his phone on the small table beside him.
"Ah, but investigating would just be a hassle."
Aside from the simple-minded Doni and naive Godou, his relationship with the other Campiones was far from friendly—bordering on outright hostility.
*KNOCK!* *KNOCK!*
A knocking sound broke the silence, followed by the sweet voice of a young woman from behind the door.
"King Ren, it's , Rita Ainsworth. May I co in?"
"Rita? Oh, right—I almost forgot about you. Co in."
Without turning around, still gazing at the breathtaking natural scenery, Ren granted her permission.
"Excuse ." The voice ca again, softer this ti.
The door opened and closed gently. Light footsteps approached across the wooden floor. Ren could feel Rita's gaze sweep across the room before finally settling on him.
"How are you feeling? Better now?" Ren looked her up and down without the slightest hint of manners.
He vividly rembers leaving her unconscious in the airplane cabin after fucking her for over six hours, driving her to a Mind Break state straight out of a doujin.
"Thank you for your concern, King Ren. As you can see, I am not fine at all."
Then, with a motion so smooth it caused Ren to slightly raise an eyebrow, she did sothing unexpected. Rita grasped the edge of her simple skirt, pulled it up, and bit it with her lips.
"After everything I've been through, there's no way I could remain normal."
Behind the lifted skirt, a vibrator was clearly visible, attached to her body, tucked into her underwear.
With teary eyes and cheeks flushed from a mix of sha and sothing else—forced excitent—Rita complained, "Look at this, King Ren."
She released her bite, letting the skirt fall back down, though the outline of the device remained visible.
"You've turned into an irredeemably lewd woman, easily aroused and unable to control myself."
Tears began streaming down her cheeks, but she made no effort to wipe them away.
"No matter how much I masturbate, I can't reach orgasm. I'm trapped in this state—always wanting, yet never satisfied."
Rita stared directly at Ren, despair evident on her tear-streaked face.
"How will you take responsibility?"
"..."
Ren listened impassively. He wasn't surprised, nor did he feel guilt. This was a consequence he had anticipated.
"Responsibility? Why should I take responsibility?"
"Know your place, Rita Ainsworth. Our relationship was nothing more than a transaction. You offered your body; I allowed your family to use my na. Don't overestimate yourself and demand more than what you've given."
Ren's indifferent and cold reply caused Rita's body to tremble violently. Her tears flowed even faster.
"But... I... I can't live without you, King Ren..."
Her voice was barely audible, filled with profound despair.
"..."
If it were another man, seeing Rita's pleading expression might have stirred a pang of conscience. Unfortunately, Ren remained unaffected.
"..."
Realizing she would truly be discarded like trash if she failed to prove her worth, a fear greater than her sha took hold. Rita didn't want to live forever trapped in sexual frustration, cursed to always desire but never be satisfied by anyone except the man before her.
With trembling hands and not a word spoken, Rita began removing her clothes.
Her stiff fingers unbuttoned her blouse, let her skirt drop, until finally she stood completely naked before Ren on the open balcony.
Not only that—Rita carefully removed the vibrator and placed it neatly on top of her folded clothes, which she had arranged tidily beside her.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, she perford dogeza—prostrating herself fully on the balcony floor, her forehead touching the cold wood. Her pale, bare buttocks lifted high, displaying her utter helplessness and total surrender.
"King Ren." Her voice trembled but was clear, speaking from her prostrate position. "I know I'm unworthy. I know I'm just a tool sent by my family. But please, don't discard ! After everything you've done to , I can no longer live a normal life. I can't find satisfaction with any man but you."
Lifting her head slightly, Rita stared at him with pleading eyes.
"Please... don't cast aside. Allow to stay by your side—even if only as your lowest servant, as a toy you can use whenever you please. I will do anything, accept anything, as long as I don't have to return to that aningless life, suffering endlessly in this unsatisfied desire."
"I'm not asking for love or recognition. I only ask... a place. A purpose—to serve the desire you've implanted within . Let this desire serve you, not tornt ."
Then, Rita lowered herself back into prostration, waiting for her fate to be decided, fully surrendering herself to the man who had broken her.
"..."
Ren looked down at her—a naked blonde girl collapsed at his feet, utterly destroyed and rebuilt by her need for him.
A thin, cold smile finally appeared on his lips.
(This... is more interesting.)
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