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Chapter One

Will you be the one to protect me? the woman asked as Lucas Lucina floated in the darkness.

Confusion washed through Lucas. That wasn't his wife. Who was it? She sounded...

His thoughts trailed off as a woman floated before him dressed like a queen. A regal woman who was breathtaking. Black hair framed a majestic, tan face which was as gorgeous as it was commanding. A supermodel who doubled as a general. Her brown eyes gazed down at Lucas, her plump lips pursing. She wore a strange garment of linen wrapped around her curvaceous figure, her nipples hard against the thin material. A belt of gold cinched the cloth tight about her waist.

Will you be the one to protect me, Lucas Lucina? she asked without moving her lips.

“Yes,” Lucas said, wanting her like he had never craved another woman.

She smiled with invitation as he drifted toward her. He grabbed her and pulled her into his embrace. His lips met hers. He kissed her with passion. She moaned as she clung to him. Lucas slid his hands down her back to grope her ass. He squeezed her.

His cock was so hard. This powerful heat surged through him. He wanted to take her now. Just plow his cock into her cunt and make her squeal with passion on him. He kneaded her rump, kissing her hard as they floated in the darkness.

DING-DONG!

A bell rung in the distance.

DING-DONG!

The sound shattered his dream. The gorgeous queen vanished like vapor in his arms as his eyes snapped open. He lay in bed beside Bella, his wife. She was wearing a thick nightgown and had been so distant the last few weeks. She groaned beside him.

“What is that?” she muttered.

DING-DONG!

Lucas growled in frustration as the chimes of their doorbell rang through the house. He threw off the covers, furious. He worked hard. Long hours. He needed his fucking sleep. He stood as the chimes echoed through the house again.

“Motherfucker!” he snarled.

Bella groaned, rolling over.

Lucas grabbed my robe and pulled it on as he headed toward the doors. It was chilly in the house. He rushed down the stairs, not bothering to cinch it close. It flapped behind him as anger built and built in him. Why was someone at the door in the middle of the damned night?

Motherfucker, I’m trying to sleep!

He reached the door and ripped it open, rubbing the sleep from his eye. Standing on his porch was a blond man, tall and buff, with this terrible grin on his lips. Lucas grunted, “The fuck are you?”

“You are the angel's husband?” asked the man, reaching a hand out for Lucas’s face.

“What?” the groggy Lucas asked in confusion. Angel?

“If you wake up in another world, tell Leo that Todlicht knows where he lives.”

What the hell was he talking about? Lucas thought right before the man touched his cheek. What sort of name is Todllicht?

Pain consumed Lucas at that brushing touch. His eyes rolled back in his head. He dropped to the entry floor, twitching. Death devoured the man, foam bubbling at his lips. The stranger peered down at Lucas as darkness pulled him down from life.

Why? whispered through Lucas's mind.

“Please, deliver a message for me,” Todlicht crooned.

Death dragged Lucas down. He clutched at his wife. At Bella. Her beautiful, round face framed by her blonde hair. Her loving smile. They had spent half their lives together, and now...

He was being taken from her.

He fought against death, but it held him too tight. He let out a final, wheezing breath and died.

...I am coming for you, Leo...

Those words echoed through the darkness.

Lucas Lucina floated down through black. There was nothing around him, and yet he felt like eternity was about him. As if all of reality was nearby. He blinked and realized he was breathing. There was no air, and yet his chest rose and fell. He moved but felt no air passing across his skin.

He was naked.

He felt nothing until pain flared on his chest. He groaned as a glyph burned into his skin. Four arrows which formed a narrow rectangle like a... coffin. A strange chill ran through him, that one that people described as someone standing at their grave.

The sense of mortality slipping away.

I'm dead, Lucas thought. I'm really fucking dead.

And yet... he felt pain. He breathed. What was going on? Was he really dying? Or was something else happening?

“Something else is happening,” the regal voice from his dream spoke.

He spun around and found her in the darkness only this time she was naked. Her bountiful breasts bobbed as if she was underwater. Or weightless. Because they were weightless. In a void of some sort. Her black hair drifted around her stunning face, her ruby lips plump and in need of kissing. His cock went fully hard, throbbing and aching, needing to cum.

“Protect me, Lucas Lucina,” the queen said as she slid her arms around his neck. She pressed her naked body against his, her boobs soft against his chest.

“Fuck,” he groaned at the heat of her flesh. His cock throbbed as her silky pubic hair caressed his shaft. He hadn't felt the embrace of another woman before. Only his Bella, and now...

This wasn't a dream. This was real. His heart pounded in his chest as his hands boldly grabbed her ass. Her brown eyes filled his vision, captivating him with their brilliance. She was an ancient woman yet so vital.

“Take what I offer you,” the queen purred as her thighs wrapped around his waist. “Claim it. Claim your destiny, Leo.”

“Yes!” Lucas growled as this surge of manliness rushed through him. She wanted him.

He wanted her.

He kissed the queen. She moaned into his lips, his hands gripping her rump. Though he had only been with Bella, he knew how to handle a woman. He shifted his hips, his cock sliding through her silky pubic hair. The tip found the wet folds of her pussy.

He thrust.

Her hot cunt engulfed his cock. He was in another woman than his wife. He reveled in that hot and silky cunt around him. It was such a magical moment. He gripped her rump as she kissed him. Her lips tasted so sweet.

So glorious.

All of eternity was contained in this moment.

Her breasts rubbed against his chest, soothing away the pain of the glyph branded over his heart. He squeezed her rump as her hot pussy gripped his shaft. He drew back his dick as he floated with the queen, with this goddess, through the Void.

Through all of existence.

She must be a goddess. A wonderful angel who had come to usher him into paradise. He thrust away at her cunt, his nuts slapping into her taint. She moaned it his lips, appreciating the feel of his hard cock plowing into him.

How long had it been since he made love to Bella? She was in a mood lately. So distant. Why had she retreated from him?

Those questions hardly mattered now as he fucked that hot pussy. He buried into the goddess's pussy. He plowed deep and hard into her twat, savoring the warmth of her silky snatch about him. He slammed into her over and over again.

He groaned into her lips as he savored pounding her pussy. She gripped his cock, massaging him. His nuts swelled with the need to cum in her. He wanted to dump his load into her twat. He wanted to fill her up with all his cum.

She gasped as he fucked her. He buried into her with all his might. It was so good to fuck her like this. So amazing to bury into her cunt over and over again. She trembled beneath him, her boobs piling against his chest.

“Oh, oh, yes!” she moaned, breaking the kiss.

He grunted, slamming his cock hard and deep into her twat. He filled her up with his thick rod over and over again. He craved to cum in her. He yearned for that moment when he would dump his load into her snatch.

She squeezed her cunt down on his cock. She massaged him with all that he had. It was an incredible rush to slam into her pussy. He fucked her with all that he had. It was so good to bury into her deep and hard.

To pound her with his mighty cock.

He thrust away at her with everything that he had. It was a beautiful thing. He loved how she gripped his cock with her hot flesh. He grunted, slamming into her twat over and over again. It was a beautiful thing.

His goddess clawed her back, her pussy growing hotter as he buried into her. She massaged him with all her hot flesh. He hurtled toward the moment he would cum in her. He would just flood her with all his spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Ooh, that's it! That's... Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around his cock.

“Fuck!” Lucas Lucina grunted as he buried his cock into her pussy.

He erupted.

His cum flooded the goddess's pussy. She gasped, her snatch spasming around his dick. The silky sheath rippled around his spurting cock. He groaned, the ecstasy shooting through him. Stars burst through the Void, twinkling around them.

He groaned as he clung to her, savoring her pussy milking his cock. His nuts twitched against her taint. He spurted into her over and over again. The pleasure shot through him. Each eruption sent bliss shooting through him.

“Yes!” he groaned, dumping the last of his cum into her pussy.

“Lucas Lucina!” she gasped. “My power is yours. You are my owner now. You possess this piece of my Soul.”

“What?” he groaned, his mind swirling with rapture.

The goddess burst into light.

\ / *

Something felt so wrong to Bella Lucina.

Her husband had not returned to bed. She didn't hear any sounds, just this creaking of the house as it settled. She rose, this chill in the air. Terror gripped her heart as she stumbled to the wall. Dread filled her. Something was wrong.

So horribly wrong.

“Lucas,” she called from the bedroom.

Nothing. Silence.

A gust of wind fluttered her nightgown. The front door creaked. It was open.

“Lucas?” she asked again, scared to leave the safety of her bedroom, but...

Nothing.

She forced herself to creep down the hallway. She wasn't the angel of light like the other her. She was just a confused woman. A wife who suddenly found herself loving the young man up the street. She had changed in a flash. Her husband felt like a stranger to her, and yet...

She didn't want him to be hurt.

She reached the top of the stairs and peered down. A dark shape lay before the doorway. A body?

“Lucas?” she whimpered as she crept down the stairs, terror crushing her heart. She struggled to breathe as she clutched to the banister with both hands. They slid down the waxed wood as she took step after step. “Lucas? Are you okay?”

He lay in a crumpled heap. From the street lights outside, she noticed something frothy on his lips. His skin had an awful parlor to it. Almost gray. Like the color had been sucked from it. She reached the bottom of the stairs and stared at him.

He's dead! screamed through her mind.

She fell to her knees before him, touching his face. He was icy cold. The heat sucked from him along with his life. Tears poured down her cheeks. A keening wail rose from her. The part of her that remembered being his loving wife grieved.

He was dead.

Her husband was dead.

Her sobs echoed through the night as her mind scrambled to deal with this news. He was dead. She had to do something. She had to call... 911. An ambulance. Maybe he really wasn't dead. She clutched to that as she scrambled to her feet and lurched for the phone.

\ / *

Halia shuddered.

She felt something was very, very wrong in the night. She stepped out onto the porch of her Lord Leo's house. This world was so different. Magical lights that drove back the darkness, only the lightbulbs weren't magical at all. They were technology. Powered by electricity.

Harnessing lightning.

It sounded like magic to Halia.

She rubbed at the goosebumps on her arms. This night felt very, very wrong. She peered up and down the street. Where was it coming from? She had to protect their Lord. Lady Sherida, the Goddess of Light, had led her to this world at her death in the other for a reason.

Evil lurked in the night.

Sobs echoed down the street. Someone was in grief.

Halia gripped the railing of the porch. Should she investigate? What if the darkness attacked Leo? And yet... The danger felt like it was withdrawing. The chill lingered, but more the aftereffects. Evil had struck, and now someone grieved.

Halia stepped off the porch, her shoes crunching on the pathway. She broke into a jog, the sobs echoing before they cut off. She peered ahead to the Lucinas' house. The door was open. A body lay in the entryway. A light turned on in the living room, a shape moving.

The paladin from the fantasy world broke into a run, crossing the lawn and leaping on the porch. Mr. Lucina lay dead while Mrs. Lucina was on the phone. She turned, giving Halia a helpless stare as she spoke.

“Yes, yes, he's cold. His skin is gray.” The blonde woman swayed. “Hurry.”

Halia knelt over the body and stared at him. Mr. Lucina had been touched by darkness. By something evil. It felt like Death magic. There wasn't supposed to be magic in this world. Fear clutched at Halia's heart, clawing at it.

She rose as sirens echoed in the distance.

Halia retreated back to her Lord's house. The flashing red and white lights shone in the distance, the sirens growing louder. She knelt on the porch, clasped her hands together, and prayed to Lady Sherida.

Give me strength, Lady of Light, in these dark nights. Let your light shine bright through me. Let it banish this evil and protect those I love.

Chapter Two

Queen Nyilianathiamia stared in fear at the dwarf made of ice. Living ice.

The dwarf grinned, moving as if her gleaming body wasn't made of frozen water but of living flesh. The Saint of Ice. Queen Nyilianathiamia remembered the catastrophe the Saint of Wind had wrought on her wedding day to Lord Leo.

Her father had died that day.

The last few motes of the queen's dryad guardians drifted through the air, slain by the Ice Saint. The elf's ears twitched. She clutched at her breasts covered by a few golden leaves to be modest. She backed away.

“My husband, the Ice Saint is here!” Queen Nyilianathiamia sent through the connection she had to her husband.

The Ice Saint rushed forward in a blur. The queen barely yelped before she was slammed down on her back. The air rushed from her lungs. Stars skittered across her vision. Cold hands flipped her over onto her back and bound her wrists and ankles together. In moments, she was being hefted over the Ice Saint's shoulder and being carried off.

Her thoughts rang. Leo called to her, but the back of her head hurt. She struggled to think as the ice Saint carried them out of the palace. Servants screamed and ran. A few tried to help, only for their blood to drench the polished floor.

The queen marshaled her groggy thoughts. She had to do something.

The Ice Saint stepped outside. A deep chill engulfed the queen. It numbed her entire body. She screamed but she couldn't move. She felt frozen for an eternity until it suddenly ended. She gasped as she was thrown down before a statue of a god.

Of Lord Anshar, Lord of Ice.

“Traitor,” the statue spoke to her, the lips not moving, “you shall be useful.”

The queen focused her thoughts. She was in a cave made of ice like the idol. The chill numbed her. She felt dizzy. Drowsy. She focused on her husband's frantic calls. He had to know where she was so he could save her.

“I'm in a cave of ice,” she managed to send through the darkness pressing down on her thoughts. “I don't know where. I...”

The cold overwhelmed the queen. She plunged into the darkness of unconsciousness.

\ / *

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I snarled as I ran into my Vault, my wife was in danger. Her guardians were dead.

Panic filled me. My wife was kidnapped by the Saint of Ice. The fucking servants of the gods were moving on the heels of Wai the Drowner's sudden death. Nothing made any fucking sense. My thoughts reeled as I struggled to grapple with this.

I reach my Vault, Souleen sitting on the black crystal. The miniature MILF looked at me with concern, her tan face twisted with fear. The Soul of the Incarnation, she looked so much like the queenly woman who had summoned me to this world all those months ago.

“You will protect her like you protect me,” Souleen said.

Fuck, I wanted to believe that.

I gripped the Void Crystal and summoned all my companions to the throne room along and my giants. Metal was the element opposite Ice for some obscure reason. The others all made sense, but not those two.

I really didn't care.

I sent Kassie to the teleport room and rushed to her.

“Leo?” Maya asked. “What's going on?”

“Nilli is in danger,” I growled to them. “Stop the Ice Saint!”

“There are dead elves,” Mrs. Maia gasped. “They're pointing outside.”

“Save her!” I growled as I ran toward the teleport room.

“Fan out!” Hagane shouted. “Giants, rush to the entrance. Get big!”

I ignored their chatter. Nilli was still alive. I could feel the connection with her. I shouted at her, “Nilli! Hold on! I'm coming! Where are you?”

She didn't answer. She was alive, but she must be unconscious.

“Nilli!”

Terror rent my heart as I burst into the teleport room. Kassie stood on the appropriate circle. The halfling's dark-brown face had paled to a silky tan. She stood in her blue and red robes, her copper magic circle gleaming from its chain about her neck.

“We'll save her,” she whispered.

I hoped so. I reached her. The moment I stepped onto the magical circle, she shouted, “Asud Gu!”

Light engulfed us. Wind howled around us. When the brilliance cleared, we were in the palace. I burst through the door into the chaos of the throne room. Elves were milling about. Blood seasoned the air. My monster girls were rushing about. My little succubus soared in the air near the palace's rafters.

“Where is she?” I shouted, whipping my head around.

“I don't know!” cried Crystal. “She's gone. They say the Ice Saint vanished with her.”

Those motherfucking saints could teleport. They could—

“I'm in a cave of ice,” Nilli sent. Her voice felt so far away like she was reaching at me through a chasm. “I don't know where. I...”

Her words trailed off as if she had fallen unconscious. Fuck. A cave of ice? Where the hell could that be?

She was gone. Nilli was gone. I stumbled outside. My giants stood tall, looming above all. The great tree at the heart of the city stretched out across the horizon. Chimes rang from it, filling the city with tinkling music that was at odds with the terror screaming through me.

What would the Ice Saint do to my wife?

“She's not dead, right?” a voice asked as a figure pressed against me. Warm and undulating.

Maya.

I shook my head as I leaned against my girlfriend. She supported me. I wanted to collapse. I had let my enemies take my wife. I hadn't protected her enough. The palace was so exposed. She had to meet with her people. I should have put more monster girls in place. They could have bought her time to escape.

“If she's not dead, she's a hostage,” Crystal said. My older roommate moved before me, made of ice like the damned saint.

Hagane, her chrome body reflecting the world about her, joined Crystal. “I concur. A hostage.”

“Leo,” Mrs. Maia groaned and engulfed me. Her bountiful breasts pressed into my side, her green hair rustling. She clung to my right side. “It'll be all right.”

“It will, Leo!” squealed Garnet as she swooped down. She threw her arms around my neck worming beneath Mrs. Maia and Maya to press against my chest. “Dark lords always win! You'll see!”

I wanted to believe that. I so did, but...

The Ice Saint had my wife.

“What a meanie!” squealed Alizee. The sylph floated in the air, her white hair fluttering around her. “We'll kick the Ice Saint's ass. No one messes with Team Leo!”

“How?” asked Nina Naughty. The devil wore a mocking smile as she leaned on a fiery pitchfork, her tail twitching behind her. “Where is the saint?”

“A cave of ice,” I said.

“Where is that?” Morana asked. The banshee folded her arms, the black vapor that poured over her pale body acting like a cloak.

I shook my head helplessly. I felt so overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do.

“Anywhere in the world,” Mrs. Lucina said, her halo dimming as she lowered her head. “Who knows where she can be? We don't know the range of the teleport.”

“We didn't even know they could teleport people,” muttered Maya as she held me.

I nodded and looked around. The elves were in a panic. Their queen had been carried off. Some were dead. I was supposed to protect the elves. They were in my empire, yet I couldn't even protect their queen.

My wife...

“We're going to get her back,” Terra said.

“We shall get a chance to retrieve her,” Hagane said, “because they're going to lure you into a tarp to kill you.”

Garnet gasped, “That's evil!”

“Practical,” Nina said.

“Yeah,” Crystal said, grimacing.

“You cannot let that stand, Dark Lord,” Morana said. The former goth girl put her hands on her hips, her elbows breaking through the dark vapor pouring off her.

“No shit,” Terra said. The golem rolled her eyes and shook her head, the fine wires of copper that made up her hair rustling. They shimmered in the sunlight.

Such a bright day.

“We cannot panic,” Ms. Trueno said. The light played off her coppery scales. “We must stay calm.”

I nodded, but this was all so much. I was so close to having all the shrines. Just three more shrines to go and two more blades to recover. Then this would be over. I would protect the Incarnation and fulfill my purpose here.

And then... I honestly didn't know.

“Come on, we have to return to the dungeon,” Maya said and pulled away from me. “We're exposed, and people don't need to see you looking lost. Your people need to see you be in charge. Back straight.”

“Maya!” gasped Garnet, her crimson tail twitching behind her.

“No, no, she's right,” Mrs. Maia said and broke from me. “He needs to appear regal. Stop clinging to him, Garnet.”

“But Mrs. Maia!” whimpered my little succubus.

“Now,” Mrs. Maia snapped with such authority.

Garnet reluctantly broke away from me.

I nodded, straightening. I had to look in charge. And I needed to speak with Siwang and Munjan. They had to know about this development. We were still trying to figure out how Wai the Drowner suddenly died. Who had killed him? Someone had taken advantage of our battle to take him out.

He was said to rule an empire. Maybe a subordinate had seen the opportunity to kill a tyrant.

Either way, I could do nothing else here. I marched back inside, my companions around me. The giants shrank down to their human size and marched on the outside.

Kassie waited by the teleport room, a concerned look on her face. I nodded to her.

“Take us home.”

\ / *

Auniasiiriliiania laughed as she leaned against the wall. She stood in an alley in her occupied homeland. Fuegin had conquered her people, bypassing their magical defenses, so her delight was horribly out of place, but...

Wai the Dreamer was dead.

Ecstasy swept through her as her lover, Therodin, explained how he had stabbed one of the greatest dungeon builders alive in the heart. It made the elven wizard tremble in delight. The Company had achieved one of its goals.

They were one step closer to exterminating the builders. Controlling Barany, using one of the filthy monsters to destroy the others, paid off. His magic allowed Therodin to gain access to a distracted Wai and assassinate him.

What a wonderful day, she thought as the laughter swept through her.

“We are retreating to the dungeon,” Therodin said. “How are things progressing on your end.”

“We are closer to binding Fuegin,” she reported. That was her plan. Using the principles of the binding collar, the arcane device they used to control Barany, in conjunction with the Shield, the magic circle that defended her nation, they would seize Fuegin.

He would become the elves' puppet. They would use him to destroy Leo before forcing him to kill himself.

“We just need a Fire dungeon builder,” she said. “The elven rangers are watching the known mana veins and spawn points in the nation for any builder. Sadly, it is a one in twelve chance if we get the right type of builder.”

“Pity,” Therodin said. “Well, Barany will soon be as powerful as Leo the False and Fuegin. Though I fear we'll need both of them to destroy Leo and his alliance of builders.”

Auniasiiriliiania nodded, still giddy. Their plans were progressing. That was all that mattered. She pushed off from the wall and strode out into the street. A disgusting dullahan rode by, one of Fuegin's monster girls. She kept her head bowed low, stifling her chortles of delight.

Hopefully soon, Fuegin would be collared.

\ / *

“Return to the dungeon,” Therodin said, his commands squeezing about Barany's throat, “and drive your dungeon to the city to retrieve me. I will wait here.”

The builder hated that collar he had to wear. Despised Therodin and the Company. He was supposed to be free to enjoy his harem of monster girls and defend the Soul of the Void Crystal. Instead, he was their slave.

“It will take days,” said Barany, looking around the basement where they had sought refugee. Shouts echoed outside the word of Wai's death spread. “And why don't you travel with me?”

“Burn a mana vein to make a teleport point,” said Therodin, waving a hand. “It will let you move between the two points at your will. Just picture this place and the entrance to your dungeon connecting.”

“I... didn't know I could do that.”

“Few builders do.” Therodin smiled as if he was proud of this knowledge. “Do it!”

The binding collar clenched about Barany's throat. He reached out and felt the mana veins that he possessed. He sacrificed one and pictured connecting this place to the forest where his dungeon lay. Suddenly, power surged into the ground and he could...

Move.

He stood before his dungeon entrance. He stepped inside where his monster girls, phoenixes today, guarded the entrance. They all stared at him with hope. They loved him, but they were treated so badly by the Company. The men often enjoyed his monster girls, using and abusing them.

Even killing them in painful ways and making Barany revive them.

His monster girls never stopped loving him. It was terrible.

Barany moved into his dungeon, passing through the maze of traps before he reached his throne room. Zarn the dwarf diced with Aython, a halfling. Both were warriors, their bodies muscled, their weapons sharp. They didn't look up from their game. Empty, the Death mage, had Ejszaka pinned to the wall and cut into her flesh with a dagger.

Ejszaka whimpered. She was Barany's first companion, a nue. His babysitter that he had a crush on, a decade older than him and still sexy. Barany had been so happy to summon her to his world, now... Now he regretted it bitterly.

It was why he only summoned women he hated.

The last member of the Company present was Niss. The human rogue sat on a throne, an amused smile on her face. She winked at him as he passed by into his private quarters. He found Jega outside, a cheerleader he had a crush on.

“Corthin is in there with Mrs. Kurva,” she said.

That was the elven priest. He was the horniest of the men.

Barany didn't mind. He hated Mrs. Kurva, his old teacher. The woman had been all bitter spite. He opened the door to Mrs. Kurva moaning and gasping. The pooka was on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by the elf.

Barany ignored them and entered his Vault.

He drove his dungeon toward Wai's capital located on an island in the middle of the Wai Sea. It had another name originally, and Barany wondered if it would revert to its old toponym or stay the same. He finally located Therodin.

“Summon me,” Therodin said the moment he was in the dungeon.

Technically, the Company had sworn to Barany. They were all supposed to obey him, but the collar changed things. However, they acted like monster girls. He could move them around his dungeon. So he obeyed.

Therodin appeared, a hard man, a paladin of the Lord of Earth. He leaned against the wall, grinning. So proud of himself. Barany stood there, wondering what he would have to do next. Mrs. Kurva's moans echoed through the room.

It was humiliating his monster girl enjoyed the elf's cock.

“Find all the mana veins Wai the Drowner possessed before Leo and his servants do,” said Therodin. “We need his power.” He paused. “You have all the elements now?”

Barany nodded. Killing Wai had given him the last four he lacked: Wind, Earth, Life, and Darkness.

“Good, good,” said Therodin. “Wai's mana veins will upgrade you to the same level as Leo the False and Fuegin.”

Barany swallowed. Once those two were dead, Barany knew his life would be over, and yet... That sounded wonderful. To be free of this pain. He knew from his monster girls that the version of him from Earth was still alive. He had spent a few days in the hospital, but that was it.

A version of Barany would live a mediocre but happy life while this version's suffering would end.

Barany began his work, longing for that day. He started destroying Wai's dungeon. It was strange tracing the winding paths, but he had so much power. Killing Wai had strengthened Barany even though he hadn't wielded the blade.

His “servant” had.

It took a few hours, but he finally had destroyed all of Wai's dungeon and found 17 Mana Veins. Power coursed through him as new words rose in his soul. Ultimate Magic. He reported what he gained to Therodin.

“Summon your new companions and see which of Wai's bitches will serve you,” Therodin said, pushing off the wall.

“What will happen to the people Wai ruled?” Barany asked as Therodin started to leave. “It was so... chaotic.”

“I imagine civil war,” said Therodin as if he didn't care.

“So many people will die,” gasped Barany.

“And?” Therodin looked confused.

“Aren't you fighting to protect people?”

“I'm fighting to end the invaders. To let my world be free to exist how it pleases. When tyrants fall, there is always chaos. New nations will arise out of the ashes. It will be bloody, but that is life.”

Barany shivered. Therodin's blade had probably killed as many people as Wai ever had. The civil war could leave tens of thousands dead, and the man didn't care. Barany turned to the Void Crystal. There was nothing he could do about it.

He was a slave.

And he had to summon four new companions. He had to pick four new women to suffer here. He thinks of women he hated. He would not bring any woman he liked here. Only awful bitches that deserved to be punished anyways.

That deserved to be the Company's slave.

For Wind, he summoned Fonoki, his first boss a complete bitch. She appeared as a graceful tennyo with love in her eyes. He didn't care. He sent her to be used as he pictured the next woman who deserved to suffer.

Ascalo...

She had cheated on Barany's best friend and broke his heart, so he made her hips Earth companion. She appeared as a gorgon with hissing snakes for hair. Her bitchy expression worked well with that type of monster girl.

For Life, he went with Polga Mester. He had never met her, but she was the mayor of his town and a complete cunt. A corrupt politician whom everyone hated, and yet she kept winning reelection. She became a rakshasas.

Lastly, for Darkness, he went with a stuck-up rich bitch named Gazdagi. Her daddy always got her out of trouble. Her scandals were famous. She appeared as a succubus, her beauty almost enough for Barany to throw her down and fuck her, but...

He wasn't allowed to sleep with his monster girls.

“Have fun with the Company,” he muttered and passed her along.

Then he turned to see who would serve him from Wai. Surprisingly, Wai only had twelve companions, one for each element. He had no others that served him. They all were eager to serve Barany. He pitied them.

They would regret that decision. Barany would have loved to set them free, but Therodin had given orders so he gained Nahesa the naga, Luapele the shesha, Ino the sylph, Olai the carbuncle, Anuanu the ice sprite, Meakaua the redcap, Pua the simurgh, Luakupapau the shade, Uhane the fairy, Pouli the baku, Uila the lightning sprite, and Hekili the nue.

Barany slumped into the corner of the Vault, his work done. He wept, aching for the day he would be free.

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