''He is awake!"
Phew!"
"Thank the Almighty!"
Whispers surrounded him. Attempting to sit up, he instead tumbled to the ground. As he surveyed his surroundings, he was astonished by the terror-stricken expressions of the locals. Despite some exhibiting disgust, fear still lingered in their eyes. It had only been a few hours since they had laid eyes on him, yet they were already terrified! How irritating. They had only witnessed him hauling the monster's head to their king; they hadn't witnessed the actual act. What would they do if they saw that? Flee?
"Where might the healer be?" he queried the self-proclaimed king, who stared at him in shock. When he had dispatched him to confront that water monster, he had anticipated his demise; he hadn't expected him to return with the decapitated heads of the monster and all of its offspring. They had tormented them for years, and when the monster finally emerged from the river and proposed that if he delivered the monster killer, he would cease preying on their people, he readily agreed.
"Umh, uhmn," he stammered, glancing about.
The slayer remained prostrate in the spot where he had blacked out. He had heard the king instruct his men to transport him to the house, yet none of them had done so. They all stood at a distance, their faces etched with fear as they observed him. Even when he struggled to rise unaided, the group of individuals gathered beside him receded, fearing he might transform into one of the monsters he had dispatched.
"I merely require the healer and my payment, and then we can depart from this place," he murmured to his wolf, who was growing restless. News of a young, handsome lad known to the villagers as the monster slayer who had exterminated the water monster and its entire lineage spread like wildfire. Shortly thereafter, before he could rise from his unconscious state and find a chair or take cover, he found himself surrounded by thousands of people who, as he had anticipated, had come to witness the monster he had just vanquished.
"Where is the king?" he inquired when he lost sight of him amidst the throng. Thankfully, his wolf had detected his distinct woody scent; otherwise, he might have absconded without delivering his payment. Before embarking on the hunt for the water monster, he had identified a particular stall in the heart of the small village that sold some rather decent clothing. Although they weren't exceptional, they were far superior to his current attire.
With a disgusted expression on his face, he ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the greasy and blood-covered strands. "I urgently need a bath since it seems I won't have the chance to see the healer," he muttered under his breath. Slowly rising from the ground, he followed the scent of the king and found him seated on the library floor, clutching a book tightly in his hands. When the king saw him, fear was visibly written all over his face. He had entered so silently that the king only noticed him when he cleared his throat.
"I know you sent me to that monstrous creature intentionally," he accused, his lips curling in anger. "You planned to use me as a sacrifice, letting it take my blood while you gained your freedom. But don't worry, I won't do you any harm. Just give me the gold coins we agreed upon, as you have seen the severed heads, and I'll be on my way." He spoke rapidly, his words flowing without pause. The king's hands trembled as he rushed towards a metal box, opening it and retrieving a few gold coins which he handed over. After counting and verifying that they amounted to the exact price they had agreed upon, he bid his final farewells and exited the office.
"It's quite enjoyable when people fear us," his wolf spoke, expressing amusement as it nuzzled against his ears. People quickly made way for him as he walked among them.
"Whether it's enjoyable or not, we will leave this place as soon as we find a bathhouse and some clothes," he whispered to himself, scanning the surroundings for any sign of a bathing facility.
"Excuse me, miss, do you know where I can find a bathhouse?" he asked a beautiful girl who was tending to a herd of cattle. The girl started to raise her hand to point, but a woman next to her slapped it away, shouting, "If you dare open that filthy mouth of yours, pig, I will sell you to the one-eyed monster who came to buy you yesterday!" The girl seemed threatened, and tears welled up in her beautiful brown eyes.
"Strange... selling your daughter to a monster just because she wants to help me," he retorted to the woman, flashing a half-hearted smile before walking away. Although the town was not much larger than the one he saw in his dreams, it bustled with hundreds of people, making his way through the crowd challenging. Even though many seemed absorbed in their own affairs, he still managed to attract their attention, and their piercing gazes began to irritate him. Nevertheless, he was accustomed to being the center of attention, as he appeared even worse off than the beggars lying on the streets.
Reeking of the blood of sea creatures and exuding a repulsive odor, he gave the impression that he had never washed himself since birth.
Unbothered by the horrified and disgusted looks directed his way, he pressed on and hurried towards one of the bathhouses he had spotted in the distance, distinguished by their pristine white exterior. Before he could even lift his legs to climb the few stairs leading up to it, cries for help and terror reached his ears. Turning around, he was taken aback to see a gigantic bird, a species he had never before encountered, clutching a young girl in its talons.
"Someone, please help my daughter!" a woman wailed at the top of her lungs, but she was met with pitying stares as everyone fled to save themselves. Fixated on the sight of the bird carrying the girl away, he was dismayed to realize that it was the same girl who had been pointing out the bathhouse location to him before her mother silenced her.
"We must help her!" his inner wolf howled.
Emitting a deafening roar that drew all attention to him, he dropped to the ground and, with a mighty leap, sprouted magnificent golden wings from his back as he transformed into a majestic dragon. Ascending into the sky, he confronted the bird head-on. The colossal bird, caught off guard, attempted to peck at him with its beak and slash at him with its claws, inadvertently releasing the injured girl who plummeted onto a cart filled with tomatoes. The girl's mother scooped her up in her arms, showering her with tears of joy. Spectators gathered around, their eyes fixed on the heavens as they witnessed his battle against the monstrous bird. It took another twenty minutes for him to finally bring down the enormous creature.
With a resounding thud, it crashed to the ground, sending shrieks of fear through the onlookers. Reverting back to his human form, he witnessed the bird abruptly transform into something even more massive—a snake-like monster—only to direct its aggression solely towards him. Having slain a similar creature on the mountain, he knew its weakness and thus didn't prolong the fight. Fire.
Exhaling a gust, his breath materialized into flames that engulfed the monster until it disintegrated into ashes. Before the monster was completely incinerated, he caught a glimpse of one peculiar feature—its true form was that of an eye monster disguised as a human.
"So, this is the monster who intended to purchase that beautiful girl," his inner wolf reminded him of the girl's mother's words when she had tried to assist him.
"Please be quiet," he pleaded, "I don't want people to give me strange looks while I have a conversation with an invisible entity." Irritated, he rolled his eyes and hushed his wolf.
"Like we don't already attract enough attention," his wolf retorted, prompting him to roll his eyes in annoyance.
"Yes, people are already giving me strange looks, but for how much longer?" he chuckled. "Soon, I'll be on my way and return to my secluded dwelling." With that, he turned to head back to the bathhouse. Before he could leave, the mother of the girl rushed over to express her gratitude for saving her daughter. She explained that the one-eyed monster had been pursuing her for a while, and just the other day, he had even approached them with an offer to purchase the girl, which she naturally refused. Little did she expect that he would return the following day in the form of a bird, attempting to abduct her.
"There's no need to thank me," he replied. "Your daughter is now safe," he assured the grateful woman, who beamed and led her daughter away after offering a token of appreciation in the form of a packet of chocolate. As he watched the woman and child disappear into the crowd, he turned around and found himself confronted by a group of men dressed uniformly in blue attire, donning golden caps and carrying swords on their backs, effectively blocking his path.
"Our king desires an audience with you," one of them informed him.
"Oh dear, not again!" exclaimed his wolf in such a loud voice that the men couldn't help but search for its source.
The warriors' attention had been successfully diverted by his wolf, causing the slayer to chuckle. Their attire, consisting of heavy skirts, metal caps, and swords hanging from their backs, led him to assume that they were indeed warriors. Seizing the opportunity, he rushed into the bathhouse. Inside, he encountered an elderly woman whose displeasure was evident upon laying eyes on him. However, he managed to persuade her to grant him access to a bath by waving gold coins in front of her. He was then shown to a room with a door crafted from pure gold. With a press of his palms, he opened the door and stepped into a scene of numerous beautiful girls, merrily laughing and swimming in the hot water pool.The warmth of the pool embraced his skin, prompting him to close his eyes and surrender to its soothing effects. Suddenly, a sharp and irritated voice interrupted his tranquility."What's this freak doing here?" Annoyed, he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and retorted with equal
"What on Earth!" Inquired the slayer with a growl, his gaze fixated on what was behind him. Upon pivoting to exit the premises, the office door unexpectedly became stuck, emitting a cloud of crimson dust before vanishing from sight. Now trapped inside, this predicament arose because he had refused the king's proposition to eliminate the woman residing in the mountains."What is happening here?" He addressed the woman, whose eyes now glowed in a fiery red hue, bearing a devious smirk on her countenance. Advancing towards him, her steps were deliberate and enigmatic. Before the slayer could prepare himself for any potential danger, he found himself forcefully pushed against the walls while the woman clutched his neck, strangling him."Are you still refusing?" She inquired, effortlessly lifting him into the air as if he were weightless."Yes... I am not willing to kill a fellow human," he gasped, struggling to breathe."Do you comprehend the consequences of rejecting my offer?" Her smile
The slayer, plagued by the incessant arguments of his wolf companion, embarked on the path towards the towering mountain. As per the voice's instructions, he believed that all the answers he sought awaited him there. Moreover, he had been informed that the woman he would encounter held the key to his home. With this realization, a surge of urgency propelled him forward. He desired to meet her as expeditiously as possible, for remaining in this realm was no longer his wish. Such was his mindset. However, the enigma that confounded him was the reason behind King Zane and Heldah's determination to eliminate the woman. What could she possibly be on the brink of accomplishing that they were so vehemently opposed to? Nonetheless, he deemed it unnecessary to rack his brains any further in search of the answers. Perhaps the woman would divulge everything once they were united at the mountain's summit. "We are uncertain of the identity of our imminent encounter." "It could potentially be ano
Leaning against the cave wall, the slayer slumped onto the ground. The old lady, whose name he had not known, was now deceased and her skin had already lost its warmth. Because he had arrived late, he couldn't gather enough clear information from her. All she had mentioned was that he should seek his path home atop the mountain. Which mountain should he go to? Was there a portal there that would transport him back or not? According to the enigmatic lady, the mountain could be found at the eastern edge of the city, but which mountain specifically? To his understanding, the eastern edge of the city housed countless mountains, all inhabited by bloodsucking creatures that forever denied rudiments of sleep whenever encountered. It was rumored that these monsters were disgustingly hideous, with their long hair acting as snares, faces smeared with mucus, and nails harboring live maggots.When men from King Xavier's entourage from the western edge of the city seized him, he overheard their co
When the monster successfully trapped the slayer with his long hair filled with bugs that tore his skin apart and sucked his blood, it dug its nails into his chest, aiming for his heart. The slayer knew there was no need for him to fight for his life, because even if the monster wasn't trying to kill him, he would die of hunger and thirst in that dark cave. When he closed his eyes, waiting to hear the rapture of his own chest as his heart was pulled out, a banging sound arose before them. He turned his head to look at whatever has done that, deep in his heart thinking that maybe it was another of those types of monsters that was rushing in his direction so that they would share his heart, but something else caught his eyes. From where the banging sound had come, a small crack big enough for a person of his size to pass through had made its way. Behind it, there was a bright greenish light, which in his blurry sight he made an old woman out of it, who was calling out for him. The woman
An hour had passed, and the slayer was still sitting on the stone dressed in animal skin, looking at the strangers who had saved him. He had tried to thank them, but they said something he couldn't understand. It didn't take long for his wolf to figure out that they spoke a different language from theirs. Yes, the slayer had gotten his wolf back together with all his powers. In fact, it was his wolf who had pushed him to wake up, telling him that they were surrounded by people who spoke a different language. Thanks to those strangers, they healed him in time, and thus he got all her powers back, but how was she going to thank them?"What kind of language are they speaking?" He asked his wolf."A language I know," he responded with a chuckle."If you can speak their language, then why don't you respond to their questions, you fool?" He yelled at him, causing those around him to look at her in confusion. He just smiled at them, and they smiled back at him, obviously thinking that maybe
*WARNING: 18+ content ahead!! If you cannot deal with it, please skip it. Purely a sex scene!"Isn't that girl hot?" The wolf asked."Which girl?" The slayer asked, trying to take in his surroundings properly. He hadn't looked around when he walked there, because the first thing he did was sit at the river side and play with sand. He was watching Princess Hanress walk away and was still digesting all that she had told him if it weren't for his wolf asking him if that girl was hot or not, he couldn't have seen him."Have you heard what Princess Hanress has told me?" "I never knew she could speak in our language, and also her story is so sad," he told his wolf, ignoring his calls to approach the lady."Hey, beautiful, wanna have a good time?" His wolf asked at the top of his voice, and the slayer gulped looking at the lady approaching him. He wasn't interested in anything, and all he wanted was to shoo her away, but his wolf had called her, and if he were to
"Ouch! "You wretched person, get off me!"Gasping for air, a burly man sleeping on a bed of leaves fought to free himself from the weight of the man sitting on his belly while attempting to loosen the tight grip of bony fingers around his throat. Suppressing a whimper, he endured the taste of the man's salty sweat seeping into his open mouth, accompanied by the metallic flavor of his own blood. Desperately, he tried to use his fingers to press against the man's eyes, hoping to force him to release his hold and allow him to breathe in peace, but the grip only tightened. He struggled to plead for his life, but his voice failed him. All he could hear were the faint echoes of the man's sinister laughter and the wheezing sounds escaping his own mouth.With greater vigor than before, he wriggled his supple body, yet it seemed as though he were paralyzed. He lacked the strength to even open his eyes and identify the identity of the man assaulting him. He strained to recall where he had heard