The landscape I arrived in, by way of the
A cool breeze whispered past—a refreshing pleasure beyond anything I could have ever truly felt.
But this was hardly the time to lose myself in reverie and appreciate nature. The placid expression fell from my face, and a smile touched my lips as I surveyed the scene before me.
There stood the girl I had seen only moments ago.
No, not a girl. Girls.
Two of them, both terrified.
The elder sister had chestnut-brown hair, woven into a single braid that fell to her chest. Her healthy, sun-kissed skin was now ashen with terror. And yet, the swell of her breasts, hidden beneath a shabby one-piece dress, was enough to stir my lust.
A thought crossed my mind.
'She is far too exquisite to be used as a mere vessel for my seed. Perhaps I shall take her as a concubine.'
The thought was a vexing one.
At my sudden appearance, the two girls clung to each other, stricken with fear. Tears welled in their dark eyes, and the younger girl buried her face against her sister's waist. A tremor ran through their bodies, a physical manifestation of their terror.
A knight stood before them, his gaze cold and indifferent. But as he registered my abrupt arrival, his eyes widened in alarm, his posture shifting to one of cautious vigilance.
I regarded the knight with an expression of utter disdain and unleashed a blood-red killing aura.
With a flick of my will, I let the Staff of Devil-Angel float in the air beside my right hand and immediately invoked my magic.
It was the first spell Momonga had ever used.
A 9th-tier spell, among the highest echelons of magic, it crushed the victim's heart, resulting in instant death. It was a spell favored by players who excelled in the arts of necromancy, but Dragons, the very sovereigns of magic, could wield it without any restriction.
I felt a soft, yielding sensation in my palm, and in the next instant, I clenched my fist, crushing it completely. As the phantom sensation of the act sent a cold thrill through my body, the knight vomited a great gout of blood and collapsed.
"Kuh-heok...!"
—Thud.
As the knight fell, several others nearby drew their swords, their faces contorting with a creeping dread.
"Hah... Utterly pathetic. Just die."
I cast another 9th-tier spell,
—CRACK-BOOOOM! —RUMBLE-CRASH!
A magnificent spectacle unfolded as the massive, searing bolt of lightning descended upon the knights. When it struck the earth, all that remained was a scattering of gray ash. The knights' bodies had been annihilated without a trace.
A grotesque smile twisted my lips as I muttered, "As expected... the opening act must always be a grand one."
Sensing more knights within the village, I activated a skill.
"Create Heteromorphic Minion, Dragon Warrior."
It was one of my special abilities, capable of creating countless heteromorphic monsters. Among them, the Dragon Warrior was a favorite of mine, a loyal and ferocious hunting dog.
Its total level was 70. By the standards of this world, it would be considered an apex predator. By my own, it was laughably weak. But for a Dragon, mere levels were of little consequence. The Dragon Warrior was a creature specialized purely in offense; its defensive capabilities were consequently low for a warrior class, but still respectable.
It grew to a height of 250 centimeters, its body swelling to an immense thickness. In its left hand, it brandished a 140-centimeter sword. It was clad head to toe in hard, black, full-body armor, from which a crimson light emanated. It had the head of a lizard and the body of a man, and its hands and feet were tipped with sharp, protruding claws. Even the strongest of warriors would be torn asunder if caught by a Dragon Warrior's swipe.
Of course, even a level 70 monster was useless without a mind to guide it. The Dragon Warrior moved purely on instinct, obeying only its summoner's commands. Left to its own devices, it would harbor nothing but hatred and bloodlust for any race that was not heteromorphic.
Given that my created minions often tended toward the unhinged, that possibility was exceedingly high.
I issued a command to the Dragon Warrior, which stood before me in a posture of absolute fealty.
"Go. Kill every last knight that has dared to attack this village."
"KRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
A roar powerful enough to shatter eardrums erupted from its throat. The shriek sent a chilling vibration through the air, and a palpable aura of murder radiated outwards.
To carry out my command, the Dragon Warrior charged toward the village. For its massive frame, its speed surpassed that of a gale. It sprinted without hesitation, a tenacious hound focused solely on its prey.
As the Dragon Warrior vanished from sight, two shadows emerged from the fading
The black armor was the very image of a demon. Spikes protruded from the suit, which left not a single inch of skin exposed. The figure carried a pitch-black Kite Shield and held a massive Bardiche in a hand clad in a clawed, spiked gauntlet. The axe radiated a sickly, faint green light. A cape the color of fresh blood fluttered behind, and the surcoat worn over the armor was also blood-red.
The being in white armor to its left had the feel of a dragon and a demon fused into one. Sharp, dark-gray arrowheads protruded from both shoulders. Clad in white plate, the figure wore gauntlets shaped like maces, from which a silvery-white aura emanated. In those hands, it rested a great scythe, Grownos, upon its shoulder. A pair of horns extended from the temples of the closed helm, and the surcoat worn over the armor was pure white.
"Lord Kaisellin, I beg your forgiveness for my tardiness."
"Forgive us, my lord. Our preparations took longer than expected."
The low, feminine voices echoed from within their sealed helms. Albedo was reminiscent of a dark knight, while Luminas resembled a silver knight.
I glanced from one fully armored subordinate to the other and smirked.
"It matters not. I was amusing myself. The time was not wasted."
"You are too gracious, my lord. In that case... what shall be done with these lower life forms that yet live? There is no need for you to dirty your own hands. I shall dispose of them myself."
"No. I shall be the one to remove such insignificant filth. Please, give the order."
Luminas and Albedo were already bickering.
"Did Sebass not inform you? We are here to save this village. Cease this squabbling. The girls are not the enemy. The enemy is the armored filth lying scattered about."
I turned my gaze from the two women, who bowed their heads in acknowledgment.
"Now then..."
The two girls flinched, shrinking back as my eyes fell upon them.
I don't have that terrifying a face, do I? I designed it to be quite handsome.
I approached the two, who kept their heads bowed in fear. I could see a red sword wound staining the back of the older sister.
I searched my
A Minor Healing Potion. In Yggdrasil, it restored 50 HP, an item one relied upon frequently in the early stages. To me, however, it was utterly useless. I rarely took enough damage to even warrant healing.
I held out the red potion. As the older sister's face drew near, I saw that the pallor of fear had been replaced by a faint blush.
I offered her a small smile and a reassuring nod.
Her guard lowered ever so slightly, she accepted the potion from my hand and drank it down.
Her eyes widened in shock.
"My goodness... This is impossible..."
The girl felt at her own back. As if unable to believe it, she twisted and turned, touching and patting the spot again and again.
"You see? The wound has closed, has it not?"
"Y-Yes... Th-Thank you..." she stammered, her face growing even redder.
My eyes were drawn to the tantalizing sway of the girl's breasts. It was a fleeting motion, but with my extraordinary kinetic vision, I could watch it in slow motion.
Ah.
Even in this moment, my member was growing hard.
I couldn't bear it any longer. I had to violate this girl, right here, right now.
Enri Emmot.
I retrieved another item from my
The item in my hand, 『Chronos's Pocket Watch』, was a World Item.
And the reason I had taken it out? It was the very item I had prepared for the purpose of taking this village girl now before me.
It possessed the power to halt the flow of time for approximately one month. The world would freeze, all dynamic movement would cease, but I could choose a target to be exempt from this stasis.
I activated it without delay.
The long minute hand of the pocket watch began to spin rapidly, then gradually slowed. A moment later, the hand stopped, and in that same instant, the world froze.
In this frozen world, the only beings who could move were myself and the girl before me, Enri Emmot.
A wide grin spread across my face as I felt an immense thrill in the stilled world. Now, the only thing that stimulated my mind was the question of how best to defile this girl.
Enri, noticing her younger sister had suddenly gone rigid, wore a look of utter bewilderment.
"Nemu...? Nemu! What's wrong!" she cried, shaking her sister by the shoulders.
To calm her, I explained the situation simply.
"The world's time has momentarily ceased. In this frozen world, only you and I can move."
"W-What...? How can such a... an impossible thing...?" Enri stared at me, her mind reeling.
"It was I who stopped time," I said. "For me, halting the very flow of time is as mundane as breathing."
"A-Are you... a god?"
I chuckled at her question. "From your perspective, I suppose I am a god. To others, I might be a monster. Or perhaps, I am something that transcends even the gods."
To truly stop time was to completely defy the laws of the world. The unprecedented situation was too much for Enri's mind to process, but she found she could not tear her gaze away from the handsome man before her.
"Haah... haah..."
Suddenly, Enri clutched at herself as her body began to burn with a strange, unfamiliar heat. Her mind went blank, overcome by a bizarre sensation.
"Hnngh...!"
Her breathing grew more ragged, and as she looked at me, she began to feel an emotion akin to love taking root in her heart.
"Ah, the effects are finally taking hold, Enri Emmot."
"My name... H-How do you..."
"You will come to understand everything in due time. Now then, with no one to watch, let us take our time and enjoy ourselves."
"Hnngh...! E-Enjoy what...?"
I smiled at her soft, breathless moan.
"You know best of all, Enri."
"Haah... My body is so hot..."
Through her blurred vision, I was the only thing that remained in sharp focus. Enri leaned her body against mine. Her ragged, hot breath washed over my neck, and the heat radiating from her skin intensified.
"Yes," I purred. "Surrender yourself to me. I shall show you the taste of heaven."
And so, Enri Emmot was enthralled by the wicked demon.