Chapter 205: Too Many Allens—The Snake Women Went Wild
"Your Majesty, I've caught a man."
Miel glanced at Allen, who was playing dead, and, following the prearranged script, reported, "Through our conversation, I learned he's still a virgin."
"A virgin?!"
The serpent guards gasped softly, their eyes lighting up as they all turned toward Allen.
This world was truly too wonderful.
"Miel, well done. I hereby grant you the title of Guard."
Seated on her stone throne, the Serpent Queen unconsciously licked her lips.
The serpent race had lived in the Emerald Domain for centuries, during which no new members had been born. The previous matriarchal generation had long since died out. The current generation had never reproduced and had no contact with the opposite sex.
The reason? The older generation had hunted male humanoid monsters so ruthlessly that they were driven to extinction in the area.
At the time, the serpent race had flourished, reigning supreme.
But that excess led to ruin—now only a few thousand members remained.
Thus, under Hisius' command, they migrated to the human realm.
"Hihihihi…"
Suddenly, Allen sprang up and exclaimed proudly, "I was just pretending to be dead! You're all surrounded now!"
"Your Majesty, let me explain—it was all his idea!"
Miel immediately backed off, distancing herself and rushing to clarify. She didn't believe Allen could subdue a species as formidable as the Serpent Clan, numbering in the thousands.
Hisius wasn't angry at all. She rose gracefully and strode toward him, her gaze fixed on Allen with a look that could devour him whole.
"Whoa… so big."
Allen's eyes nearly popped out as he took in the Serpent Queen's figure.
Voluptuous and curvaceous—her bust alone defied the alphabet. Her beauty was flawless, a visual shock so overwhelming it defied description.
The only flaw was the mass of writhing venomous snakes atop her head, which gave off a hair-raising vibe.
Standing at nearly 2.5 meters tall, Hisius towered over Allen. Looking up, all he could see was the looming presence of her mountainous figure. He couldn't help but mutter, "So oppressive…"
"Are you going to behave yourself, or do you want to taste pain?" Hisius asked condescendingly, her voice laced with teasing menace.
"Can't you let me taste something nice instead?"
Allen took a step back, pulled out a toilet plunger, and declared righteously, "Monsters! Submit to this great mage—or be doomed to utter devastation!'"
Hahahaha…
The serpent guards burst into unrestrained laughter at Allen's ridiculous posture.
Truly, ignorance knows no fear.
This was the den of thousands of Serpent Clan warriors. No human should've had any chance.
Even a crown-tier mage would avoid clashing with their combined racial abilities.
"You're a mage? Show me what you've got," Hisius said coolly.
The Serpent Clan included mages of their own. Hisius herself was well-versed in venom magic and possessed extraordinary physical strength—enough to earn her throne by power alone.
At that moment, Allen's expression turned unusually serious. "I had hoped we could talk this out peacefully, but if you insist on forcing my hand—then prepare for total devastation!"
He spread his arms wide—and instantly, thousands of clones burst into view.
The fusion of "Form of Ekern" and "Physiological Tides: Incontinence Torrent" was an absurdly overpowered combination.
The moment Allen's countless incarnations appeared, instead of fear, excitement spread among the snake women.
"Sisters, grab a man!"
"There's so many! I want two at once—this is paradise!"
"My mom told me that reproduction is the most wonderful thing in the world!"
…
In an instant, the scene fell into chaotic frenzy. The serpent guards dropped their weapons and pounced on Allen's clones like starving wolves.
"Stop!"
Hisius shouted, "They're mine—all of them are mine!"
All the guards turned to look at the queen, but quickly resumed their frantic scramble.
They'd never even seen a man in their lives—who cared if she was queen?
Even if she was their queen, could she really keep all those men to herself? If she tried, she might just provoke a full-blown rebellion.
"Don't come any closer!"
Allen watched in horror as his clones were pinned down by serpent guards, who kissed, nibbled, and tore at their clothes like beasts about to devour prey.
It was madness.
Even he—a self-proclaimed lunatic—was terrified.
"Retreat, brothers! Tactical retreat!"
Allen sprinted toward the cave entrance, with thousands of clones stampeding after him.
He only had one shot at this spell. He had to draw out the rest of the Serpent Clan, and hit them all at once with a grand finale tidal assault.
"There's men—so many men!"
"Am I hallucinating?!"
"No hallucination! They're real! Catch them! Don't let a single one escape!"
"Careful! Don't hurt them!"
The serpent women, busy with their chores, dropped everything and charged from all directions, surrounding Allen and his clones.
They rubbed their hands together eagerly, eyes glowing with hunger, as if presented with a divine feast.
Allen played his part, looking panicked and helpless, which only made them more excited.
"I'm done pretending."
When the moment was ripe, Allen activated his spell.
Physiological Tides: Incontinence Torrent took effect across the entire Serpent Clan in an instant.
Nnn…
Nnnnn…
Nnnnnnnnnnn…
…
Within moments, the serpent women collapsed all over the place, their minds dazed, their bodies trembling and gasping for breath.
At the same time—
Erha, the hellhound dog, followed the scent trail and arrived—only to collapse on the spot in a perfect split, as if completely drained.
He immediately realized that Allen had borrowed all his magic power.
"Whimper…"
With a feeble cry, Erha rolled his eyes and lay limp, utterly spent.
Last time, there were only thirteen targets, so the power drain wasn't too bad.
This time, with over three thousand, it almost sent the poor pup straight to the afterlife.
The Serpent Clan's lair was now filled with groans of ecstasy.
Only when the spell wore off did the women stop moving, lying in silence, basking in the lingering waves of pleasure.
Their eyes now held a gentle tenderness as they looked at Allen.
Jumping up onto a high rock, Allen raised his voice: "I declare myself your new king!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Still flushed, Hisius stormed out of the cave.
She refused to let anyone shake her authority.
"The Serpent Clan will never submit to a human," she growled.
Allen shrugged, disappointed. "What a shame. Guess you won't be getting my blessings anymore."
To others, that spell might be considered torture—but to the Serpent Clan, it was practically divine grace.
At that moment, all the serpent women turned to look at their queen, their gazes sharpening.
"What… what are you doing?!"
Hisius panicked. "I'm your queen!"
Queen?
Heh…
In the face of bliss, titles meant nothing.