Chapter 856: World-Class Quetzalcoatl Lucoa! Is The Monkey King A Heretic God?
"Ren-kun..."
Nishimiya Yaeko's voice trembled, completely caught in the relentless, crashing rhythm as she breathlessly pleaded for mercy.
She had entirely lost track of time. Hours? Days? The concept had melted away into a haze of pure overstimulation.
Ren's overwhelming Level 8 power surged through the room in endless waves, mercilessly dividing its attention between her, Yuzuru, and Shoko.
What had started as gentle restraint had long since shattered into absolute, wanton indulgence, escalating into a terrifying excess of stamina that defied human logic.
Yaeko felt as though her very soul had been wrung completely transparent. Unable to endure another wave, she finally broke down and begged.
"Is that enough?" Ren's voice was smooth, carrying a hint of dry amusement. "I still want to make up for decades' worth of what you've missed."
Yaeko's entire body went rigid.
Decades... decades' worth?
Her vision swam. The mere threat of it sent her teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, her trembling arms barely keeping her propped up against the mattress.
Fortunately, the relentless motion finally paused.
Ren stopped, his expression freezing for a brief second as if something far away had caught his attention.
Then, a heavy sigh escaped his lips. "Yaeko, congratulations on escaping a calamity."
He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. "Originally, I really intended to play with you for a few days straight, but now it seems I can't."
Yaeko's lips parted in sheer horror, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.
He wasn't joking?
Was this man actually trying to kill her?
No matter how starved for affection she had been, a mortal body simply could not endure a multi-day siege from a literal god.
A wave of deep relief washed over her. She had truly survived a calamity.
No, wait.
Only half a calamity.
Because Ren suddenly gripped her waist, his eyes narrowing with dangerous intent. "Since we can't continue for days, I'll just have to let you experience what it means to go... Full Speed!"
"Hiss!!!"
Far above the city, a spatial ripple distorted the sky.
"Is this the world where Tohru and Kanna are?"
A figure stepped smoothly out of the void and into this reality.
She possessed flowing green-gold hair that cascaded down her back, and a bust of truly world-class proportions.
The Feathered Serpent God, Lucoa.
She was Tohru's close friend and an entity of terrifying authority from their original dimension.
An ancient dragon who had crossed over from the Otherworld to settle in the human realm long before humanity even learned to walk upright. She was revered as one of the creator deities and the supreme god of Mesoamerican civilization.
Her true draconic form was a cosmic horror of scale, a living mountain range so impossibly vast that the naked eye could not perceive its end. By comparison, Tohru's massive dragon form was smaller than a single one of Lucoa's pupils.
Naturally, even compressed into a human vessel, certain assets remained overwhelmingly large.
In this bipedal shape, she appeared as a tall, golden-haired beauty who constantly kept her eyes squeezed shut in a relaxed, squinting smile.
When she did open them, they revealed striking heterochromia.
The right eye glowed a vibrant, piercing green.
The left eye held deep, dark pupils ringed with a striking yellow.
And then there was her chest, a pair of astonishing, gravity-defying peaks that truly earned the title of world-class.
Having received a cryptic message from the Emperor of Demise, she had decided to cross the dimensional boundary to see this place for herself.
She had fully expected the world's defensive restrictions to block her entry, yet the barrier had simply parted, letting her slip through without the slightest resistance. It was a deeply unsettling anomaly.
Before she could even cast a sensory net to search for Tohru and Kanna, the space in front of her shattered.
"Lucoa! Why are you here?"
Tohru materialized directly in her path, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"Oh my, Tohru." Lucoa tilted her head, her squinting eyes opening just a fraction to reveal genuine surprise. "You seem to have become much stronger."
She hadn't detected Tohru's instantaneous teleportation at all. Worse, peering into Tohru's magical core was like staring into a bottomless abyss; she could no longer gauge her friend's upper limits.
The aura radiating from the maid dragon felt even more deep and terrifying than that of the Emperor of Demise himself.
"Hehe, it's all thanks to my dearest!"
Tohru puffed out her chest, her face practically glowing with absolute pride.
Through Ren's constant, loving irrigation, her draconic core was undergoing a perpetual, explosive evolution.
In fact, the dense energy currently pooled in her little belly hadn't even been fully digested yet.
"Oh? Is it that Ren?"
Lucoa's heterochromatic eyes flickered with deep intrigue.
The Emperor of Demise had warned her about this. He had spoken of a companion named Ren, a being whose raw strength was so overwhelmingly vast that even the proud Emperor lacked the courage to raise a hand against him.
It was precisely this morbid curiosity about Tohru's mysterious mate that had drawn the ancient goddess across dimensions.
"Lucoa, you already knew." Tohru crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing in realization. "It must have been that hateful old man who told you."
"Yes, the Emperor of Demise told me he was your companion."
"Hmph, well, he wasn't wrong about that."
Suddenly, Tohru's gaze drifted downward, locking onto Lucoa's absurdly massive chest. Her brow furrowed in deep thought.
"Hmm? Tohru, why are you staring at me like that?" Lucoa shifted slightly, her usual laid-back demeanor faltering under the intense scrutiny. "Is there something on me?"
"Hmm. Lucoa, I feel like Ren would really, really like your world-class chest." Tohru's eyes suddenly sparkled with manic enthusiasm. "Join us! Become dearest's woman!"
For the first time in centuries, the ancient Feathered Serpent God was genuinely bewildered.
"Cough, cough... isn't that a bit too hasty?"
Tohru blinked, then waved a hand dismissively, calming down.
True, she desperately wanted to secure Lucoa for Ren's harem, but such strategic acquisitions required patience. The two hadn't even laid eyes on each other yet.
"Anyway, let's go to my house first."
With a flash of spatial magic, the two dragons materialized directly inside Ren's living room.
"Here..."
Lucoa trailed off, her eyes opening wide as she surveyed the absolute carnage scattered across the furniture and floor.
Pale, beautiful figures lay draped over sofas and rugs, completely drained of stamina. Some were dead to the world in deep sleep, while others merely rested with their eyes closed, their chests rising and falling in exhausted, ragged breaths.
The ancient goddess stood utterly paralyzed.
What on earth had happened to these people? Was this the aftermath of a brutal war?
"Don't worry about it. They are all members of Ren's harem."
Tohru spoke with complete indifference, casually stepping over a slumbering girl.
She gestured toward an empty spot on the sofa, signaling for Lucoa to sit and wait.
Ignoring her friend's stunned silence, Tohru marched straight toward a closed bedroom door and knocked cheerfully.
The lock clicked. The door swung open.
Ren stood in the doorway. One of his arms was firmly wrapped around a trembling Yaeko, supporting her entirely limp weight.
Tohru beamed, flashing a bright, fanged grin. "Congratulations, Yaeko! From now on, we are family too."
Yaeko could not formulate a response. Her eyes were rolled back slightly, her mind completely melted into a puddle of pure, overstimulated bliss.
Tohru understood the symptoms perfectly and didn't mind the lack of manners.
Instead, she looked up at Ren, her tone turning playful. "Dearest, I just invited my friend over."
"Mm, I know."
Ren's gaze shifted past Tohru, landing squarely on Lucoa sitting on the sofa.
Even while in the absolute depths of his relentless charge earlier, his cosmic awareness had tracked her arrival. He was the administrator of this domain; it was he who had personally lowered the dimensional barrier to allow the Feathered Serpent God entry. Naturally, not a single movement escaped his eyes.
"Wait for me to entertain her."
The door clicked shut again.
A few seconds later, a sharp, incredibly high-pitched cry from Yaeko pierced straight through the walls, echoing through the living room.
Tohru strolled back to the petrified Lucoa, casually spreading her hands. "That's how it is. Just wait for Ren to finish."
Lucoa slowly turned her head, looking at the exhausted, broken figures littering the room.
Now she understood exactly what kind of battle had taken place here.
Tohru's companion possessed a stamina and ferocity that seemed infinitely more terrifying than even the most primal dragon's desires.
Rather than fear, a strange, burning curiosity began to take root in the ancient goddess's chest.
Far away, across the dimensional void.
The world of Campione.
The Sakura Island Nation.
Having returned to her native reality, Cult Master Luo Hao wasted no time. She had expended a massive sum of doomsday points through the chat group, forcibly unifying all her martial and magical power into a singular, perfected state, and descended directly upon the Japanese archipelago.
Her purpose for coming to this specific island was singular and absolute.
She was here to slaughter the Heretic God, the Monkey God Lord.
The true identity of this so-called Monkey God Lord was none other than the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong.
Manifesting as the incarnation of a monkey, he was also revered and feared as a protector of dragons.
Currently, this legendary figure was bound by the divine power of Tosho Daigongen. It was a supreme sealing spell maintained by the spell-casting monks of the Tendai sect, their most prized and heavily guarded sorcery, designed to siphon and gather magical power from various sacred sites across Japan to keep the monkey suppressed.
The seal was absolute. Even if the Great Sage broke free and went on a violent rampage across the mortal realm, the localized magic would eventually drag him back to this exact spot to be imprisoned once more.
The Monkey God Lord.
The incarnation of a monkey.
The protector of dragons.
His mastery over the seventy-two earthly transformations was his absolute hallmark.
Proficient in the highest echelons of immortal arts, he was a deity wielding infinite, world-shaking divine power.
Though he possessed the indestructible nature of a 'Steel' God of War, he was equally a god of supreme sorcery.
He was a walking contradiction, a confused, chaotic deity formed by the forced combination of conflicting elements and divinity, completely excluding the attributes of a Sword God.
He was not like the pure gods of steel who inherited the most ancient, unyielding lineages of the mythological eras.
His essence was not pure. Instead, he was a Heretic God with a vastly more complex, unpredictable, and dangerous nature.
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