Chapter 124: The System Wants a Show?
Fuck.
Fuck!
They actually thought they owned me? These pathetic, spear-chucking worms thought they had some kind of claim over me? The audacity made my blood boil. The sheer gall of these primitive fucks, standing there with their judgmental glares, like they had any right to dictate shit to me.
I realized it then—the moment I stumbled into this shithole of a world, naked as a fucking newborn, without my father’s name to scare people into submission or my mother’s connections to wipe my ass—I’d turned into a sniveling bitch.
A fucking pussy. All because I was alone. All because I had no one to hold my hand and tell me I was special.
At first, I thought this was just some twisted fantasy world—some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on me. So I played along. I followed the fucking red dots on the map like a good little dog, tail wagging, hoping for scraps. And what did I find?
The Kronos Tribe—a bunch of hairy, spear-waving cavemen who thought they were hot shit because they could start a fire without pissing themselves.
But then I found the women.
And everything changed.
If it weren’t for the sweet, sweet points I could earn from bending them over and fucking them into submission, would I have obeyed these idiots? Would I have let Mitt bark orders at me like I was some fucking errand boy? Would I have let Ryan look at me like I was less than him?
Fuck no.
But I had. And that made me sick.
I had let them push me around. Let them treat me like some lost puppy instead of the fucking god I was.
Even with immortality pumping through my veins. Even with the Magical Tool—my ultimate fuck-you card—tucked away, ready to turn this whole world into my personal playground.
No. More.
From this second onward, I was Motherfucking Dexter. Not the sniveling little bitch who flinched at Mitt’s disapproving grunts. Not the pathetic worm who jumped when Ryan snapped his fingers. I was the motherfucking king of this shithole. And I was going to live like it.
No more orders. No more groveling. No more pretending I gave a shit about any of these fucks.
Just pure, unfiltered debauchery. A life of tits, ass, and blood—whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it. And when I was done reshaping this world into my personal fuck-dungeon, they’d all know. They’d all see who this planet belonged to.
After seeing Mitt, Ryan, Tusk—each of them with their spear and that worried little face—I began to get a plan in my head. A plan that was twisted, filthy, and of the best kind of vengeance. It would be something so fucked up, so incredibly unimaginable that these guys wouldn’t even realize what was going on until they were on their knees begging.
But first... I had to go back to Kronos.
My eyes flicked to Ravina and her tribe—my property. My toys. Leaving them here wasn’t an option. Not with the modern people’s fortress so fucking close. They were mortal. Fragile little things. And while I could yank them back from the brink of death, I couldn’t bring back the dead.
A slow, vicious grin spread across my face as the perfect solution slithered into my mind.
I turned back to Mitt, my voice dripping with fake warmth, my hand clapping his shoulder like we were old fucking buddies. "Uncle Mitt," I purred, letting my eyes darken with something far more sinister than fondness.
"How could I ever forget Aunt Kerry’s... tight pus—Ahhm I mean, her kindness?" I chuckled, squeezing his shoulder just hard enough to make him flinch.
Ryan snorted that fucking snort again, nostrils flared like he had just smelled something rotten - probably the stench of his own self-righteous bullshit. "Hmph... then come back with us..." His voice was full of that goody-two-shoes tone that I absolutely hated. "And your Aunt Hina was concerned about you..."
"...and you here are trying to be a leader," he finished, lip curling like he’d just licked a rusted spear.
That’s when Ravina lost it.
"YOU DESERVE DEATH!" she yelled, her voice hoarse from rage, her spear going so quickly to Ryan’s throat that it cut a tiny line of blood. Sabina and Helen pulled their spears out, their eyes crazy with that kind of devotion which made my cock pulse. "For talking to our KING in that way!"
I could have let them gut him. Watched Ryan choke on his own blood while his ribs split open like overripe fruit.
But no.
Death was too quick for him.
I had something much worse in mind.
I raised a hand, stopping the woman mid-lunge. "Stop.. Stop.." My voice was smooth, almost bored, like I was humoring a child.
I looked at Ryan and said, " Elder Ryan, wait.. I will explain it to them..."
I turned to Ravina, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her back toward the trees, my back to Mitt and the others. The second we were out of sight, I pressed her against a trunk, my mouth at her ear.
"Aunt Ravina..." I purred, my breath hot on her skin. "Listen carefully." My free hand slid down her face, fingers brushing her lips—earning me 500 fucking points just for that. What the hell? I blinked, activating Pervert Eyes, and nearly groaned at what I saw.
Her body was lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.
500 for her navel. 500 for her armpit. 1,000
for those massive tits. 2,000 for her nipples—fuck, they were hard as pebbles. 10,000 for her cunt. 25,000 for her asshole.I slammed my gaze across the rest of the women.
Same. Fucking. Points.
The system wasn’t just hinting anymore.
It was screaming at me.
Group fuck. Right here. Right now.
My cock pulsed against my skirt, the thick, veiny outline pressing into Ravina’s thigh like a fucking warning. She let out a sharp "Aah—!", her breath hitching as her eyes darted down—right to the obscene bulge straining against the leaf skirt.
And when I was done fucking them? I’d have enough points to buy this world twice.
But Ryan and the others were still out there, waiting. Like vultures. Like fools.
I could take the points now—drown in Ravina’s cunt and her tribe’s gasps, stack numbers like a king. Or... I could wait. Because if they were worth this? Then Kerry’s tight little body, Ada’s judgmental glare turning to desperate moans—in front of the whole fucking tribe? That’d be a fucking goldmine.
The thought made my cock throb. Points. Power. Humiliation served fresh.
"My King?" Ravina’s voice was hesitant, her eyes searching my face. "Are you—"
"Silence," I snapped, my voice a whip-crack.
I pulled out the Magical Tool, letting it shimmer in my palm before reshaping it—into a pair of wireless earpieces. No distance limit. No interference. Just pure control. I pressed one into her ear, then mine.
I pressed the wireless earpiece into Ravina’s ear, my fingers lingering just long enough to brush the sensitive skin behind her lobe, and watched her shiver.
I explained the features of the wireless earpiece to her, and she could hardly believe it—she looked at me as if I were some kind of god. The confusion of the previous night when I used the Bazooka to eliminate those guys was still very clear to her. After all, she agreed to the present not only as a device but also as a holy one—a gift from a GOD.