Mushoku Impact

"You don't hold back, do you? I don't mind it rough, but we are in the middle of a raid..."
Though they hadn't gone at it for very long, Kishirika felt as though there was a fist-sized globule of magma in her womb. Paul's semen contained a lot more Mana than usual, so much so that she found it difficult to believe he was actually human.
Feeling a lot more relaxed after blowing his load nearly a dozen times, Paul adopted a casual smile as he replied, "You're the one who told me to 'take' what I wanted. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining a few minutes ago..."
Adopting a smile of her own, Kishirika mused, "Fair point." before hopping to her feet and stretching loudly. It had been a few thousand years since the last time she had sex, so she was feeling pretty refreshed.
Sensing Paul's gaze on her butt, Kishirika gave her left cheek a firm, crisp-sounding smack as she said, "No need to restrain yourself. We're basically married now, so feel free to touch, kiss, and lick me as much as you want. Hell, I'll even let you bite me..."
As tempting as Kishirika's offer was, Paul managed to restrain himself and respond, "Once we finish retaking the castle. For now, we should probably return to the others."
"Hoooo~? Not going to contend the fact we're married?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Paul replied, "You're the Great Demon Empress, Kishirika Kishirisu. I wouldn't have fucked you if I wasn't willing to accept responsibility. I already learned that lesson the hard way."
With a broad smile on her face, Kishirka gave a thumbs-up and shouted, "Good answer~!" in a high-spirited tone. She knew Paul would probably relapse once he returned to his hellish training with Atofe, but it was good to hear him speaking confidently.&nbsp;
Spreading her arms and legs, Kishirika willed her previously discarded bodysuit to return to her as she said, "Speaking of taking responsibility, we can expect Badi to show up within the next couple of days. I doubt he'll attack you outright, but you should be ready to seal him even if he pretends to be cordial."
Though she still had a fondness for the six-armed brute, Kishirika knew how vengeful and conniving Badi could be. If she told him she was the one to approach and seduce Paul, he would probably laugh it off and, at least on the surface, pretend to be okay with it. In reality, his fury would only be assuaged once Paul had experienced incomprehensible suffering.
As he had already anticipated such a reaction, Paul just nodded his head and replied, "Unless he teams up with Kalman III or arrives in the Fighting God Armor, there's not a lot he can do against the combined powers of Ei and Zhongli. I would have liked to defeat him personally, but it'll probably be a few decades before I can rival a God..."
Catching Paul a little off-guard, Kishirika countered, "Eh, I'm not so sure about that. There are people with less Mana than you that have managed to obtain the title of God. Dragon God Urupen is a good example. He was a pure-blooded dragon, but he was born with a defective heart. Even near the end of his life, he could barely cast a handful of Intermediate-Ranked Spells before utterly exhausting his reserves. Despite that, he was widely regarded as the strongest of his era."
Having donned her bodysuit, Kishirika turned toward Paul, extending a hand to help him up as she added, "The only reason you're stuck at your current level because you focus all of your efforts on mastering techniques taught to you by others. There's nothing intrinsically wrong with that, but you'll never become the strongest by emulating people who've only glimpsed the peak from atop their pedestals."
Though he could see where Kishirika was coming from, Paul still viewed himself as a relatively average person. He had only gotten to his current level with sheer determination and tremendous support. Just like when he struggled to cast even the most basic of Spells, there was a tremendous difference between knowing something was possible and understanding how to achieve it...
Noticing the doubt in Paul's eyes, Kishirika surprised him by grabbing his half-flaccid cock and adopting one of her characteristically shark-toothed smiles. Then, while squeezing it just enough to get him to tense, she said, "You possess an extraordinary ability, the power to absorb the essence of others. Combine those essences, and there is nothing you can't do."
Releasing her hold on Paul's penis, Kishirika raised her hand to her face and gave it a whiff. It had a rancid and extremely pungent aroma, but instead of scrunching her face or gagging, she adopted an even broader smile and said, "Even if it can barely be called a trace, you've managed to absorb a fraction of my essence. That includes the heritage of the original Demon God. I'm not sure how it will manifest, but so long as your desire is strong enough, you should be able to evolve those eyes of yours into something far more powerful. You sure as hell have the requisite Mana for it..."
Blinking in surprise, Paul asked, "Already? Shouldn't it, I dunno, take a few years...?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Kishirika casually replied, "Only if you believe it. That's one of the interesting things about Magic. So long as your belief is strong enough, you can do just about anything. With your Mana capacity, you could transform lead into gold or convert a perfectly ordinary sword into a weapon comparable to the Longsword of Light. The only thing you need to keep in mind is that your reserves will permanently decrease in proportion to the power you manifest. The stronger the power, the greater the cost."
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Though it was now a very distant memory, Kishirika's cursory explanation reminded Paul of the Nen abilities from Hunter x Hunter. As for the images that came to mind when he thought of powerful eyes, the most prominent were the Rinnegan from Naruto, the Sharingan from the same series, and the Rikugan of Satoru Gojou...the question was, could he actually recreate such a ludicrous power?
Since the Rinnegan was both hideous and likely beyond him, Paul decided to focus on the Sharingan and Rikugan. The Sharingan was probably the better option as they started relatively weak and evolved according to the user's desires. On the other hand, the Rikugan was unquestionably one of the most visually appealing Dojutsu. The additional processing ability they provided was also beyond broken, allowing the user to perceive the world around them in super slow motion when they concentrated...
Recalling that the Rikugan was so sensitive that Gojou needed to wear a blindfold to avoid overtaxing his mind, Paul shook his head and decided to go the most cliche route. The Sharingan was one of the most heinous and overused ocular abilities in the fiction of his previous world, but there was a good reason for it. The abilities they provided during the later stages of their evolution were simply busted.
Just to be safe on the safe side, Paul met Kishirika's curious gaze and asked, "Is it possible to create a set of eyes that can evolve over time?"
Returning a broad smile, Kishirika replied, "Sure is. My personal Demon Eyes are the evolving type. I call them the Kaleidoscopic Demon Eyes, and, as the name implies, they allow me to mix and match different eyes at my leisure."
Hearing Kishirika mention the word 'Kaleidoscopic,' the image of an old man with red eyes and silvery hair appeared within Paul's mind. He had completely forgotten about it, but there was a treasure trove of powerful ocular abilities from the Fate Series. The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and the Empyrean Eyes of Musashi, in particular, came to mind...
Though the Empyrean Eyes' reality-altering ability made them even more broken than the Rinnegan, the power of Mystic Eyes of Death Perception was relatively straightforward. They allowed the user to perceive death in the form of lines, lines that, once struck, would result in the 'death' of the target. Most of these lines would exist over known vitals and structural weakness, but they also revealed hidden weak spots that even the target might not be aware of.
Recalling how badass the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception looked, Paul mulled over his decision for nearly a full minute before meeting Kishirika's gaze and asking, "What do I need to do?"
Regaining her smile, Kishirka explained, "It's pretty easy. Just channel Mana into your eyes and focus on the form you want them to take. You'll know it's working if you feel like thousands of ants are crawling around in your eyes."
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Trusting that Kishirika knew what she was talking about, Paul closed his eyes and began to channel his Mana while the image of a fierce-looking woman with striking blue and pink eyes appeared in his mind. As cool as the Sharingan was, Paul wasn't sure how effective they would be without chakra. There was also a chance he would go blind in the later stages of their development, so he ultimately cast them aside in favor of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. More specifically, he formed the image of Shiki Ryougi's Mystic Eyes, which, at their highest level, allowed the user to kill even abstract entities and concepts.
Feeling a burning sensation in the back of his eyes, Paul was forced to grit his teeth and clench his hands into fists. Rather than feeling like ants were crawling around inside of them, Paul felt as though someone was trying to rub away his cornea using rough sandpaper. The urge to rub his eyes was so intense that, were it not for Kishirika abruptly hugging him, he wouldn't have been able to resist.
With an uncharacteristically soothing tone, Kishirika pinned Paul's arms to his sides as she softly whispered, "Whatever you do, don't stop...it'll all be over soon, I promise..."
Though Paul was unaware of it, quite a bit of blood was pouring from his closed eyes. The impression that his corneas were being eroded was far more accurate than he realized, as, without an ability similar to Kishirika's, the only way to obtain a new pair of eyes was to 'discard' his existing set.
Fortunately for Paul, the transformation only took a minute or two before the pain abruptly ceased. Those two minutes felt like ten, but the feeling of relief that followed compelled him to exhale a deeply profound sigh.
Opening his eyes, Paul noticed that his vision was obscured by a layer of red. It cleared away after a few blinks, but his face, neck, and chest were covered in an alarming amount of blood.
Distracting Paul from his concerns, Kishirika grabbed the sides of his face and remarked, "Wow...great choice on the design. I wasn't aware that pink and blue complimented each other so well..."
After admiring Paul's gem-like eyes for several seconds, Kishirika asked the most important question, "What do they do?"
Instead of immediately answering Kishirika's question, Paul looked around to see if he could glimpse the infamous 'Lines of Death' the original Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were known for. What he saw immediately made him reconsider his decision, as, rather than a few lines here and there, the interior of the treasure room was covered in tens of thousands of glowing red cracks, each giving off the unnerving sensation one might experience when witnessing a toddler playing near a ledge...
"Holy fuck..."
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Seeing Paul looking around himself with a slack-jawed expression on his face, Kishirika surprised him with a light punch to the gut as she shouted, "Tell me what they do already...!"
Coming back to his senses, Paul returned his attention to Kishirika before pausing as he realized that something was amiss. There were perpetually shifting red lines all over the emptied vault, even in the air itself, but there wasn't a single mark anywhere on Kishirika's body.
With Paul gawking at her, Kishirika took it upon herself to strike a pose as she asked, "What? Don't tell me they're just an upgraded version of your X-Ray Vision. Does my musculature fascinate you so~?"
Shaking his head, Paul reached up to massage his temples as he replied, "They're called Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. As the name suggests, they allow the user to visualize the death of a person or object in the form of red lines. So long as the user cuts along one of the lines, the target will be destroyed in an instant...well, that's assuming they work..."
Though her initial reaction was to blink several times in confusion, Kishirika eventually narrowed her eyes and remarked, "That's an oddly specific name and ability..."
Without going into the specifics, Paul explained, "I've seen them before, on a woman named Shiki Ryougi. I don't remember the exact sequence of events that led to her obtaining him, but I believe her family is descended from the original God of Death..."
Interpreting Paul's words to indicate that Ryougi hailed from the future, Kishirika adopted an uncharacteristically severe look as she muttered, "A descendent of the original God of Death...how troublesome..."
Reinforcing the idea that Ryougi was an actual person, Paul nodded his head and replied, "You can say that again. At her most powerful, Ryougi could even kill things like diseases and erase a person's existence with a single swing of her sword..."
Picking up his clothes, Paul fished around for his Vision before using it to summon his Black Blade. He needed to confirm whether or not his Mystic Eyes functioned similarly to Ryougi's, so he targetted one of the red lines floating through the air and swung his sword the moment it straightened out a bit.
Surprising both Paul and Kishirika, a sizeable chunk of the air appeared to fracture like glass the moment its Line of Death was severed. As it did, a powerful suction was generated as the air from the surroundings rushed in to fill the vacuum produced by the air's 'death.'
Though he managed to evade the resulting implosion, Paul was still left stupefied by the phenomenon he had caused. With just a casual, albeit very precise swing, he was able to generate a vacuum more than 5m in diameter...
Realizing what he had just done, Paul smacked his forehead and groaned, "Fuck my life..."
Hearing Paul's lamenting remark, Kishirika blinked back to awareness and asked, "What's wrong? I'm not sure what you were expecting, but this is a great success as far as I'm concerned. For eyes that only cost you around half your reserves, their effect is monstrous."
While he was relieved to hear he still had around half of his largely wasted Mana reserves, Paul could only manage an awkward smile as he revealed, "I'm not dissatisfied with my eyes...I'm feeling like a fucking idiot because my clothes and equipment were near the epicenter of that implosion..."
With her eyes opening to their full width, Kishirika immediately returned her attention to the devastation wrought by Paul's attack. Items such as his breastplate were largely unaffected, but most of the leather and fabric forming his equipment had been torn to ribbons.
Unable to contain herself, Kishirika burst out laughing with such intensity that she eventually fell over and rolled around on the floor. As for Paul, he did his best to recover what he could but ultimately accepted he would be returning to the throne room in his birthday suit.
At least Ganyu carried spare equipment for him in her pouch...
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Though she often commented on how annoying it was to train Paul, Atofe found herself lying atop her throne, her head and hair dangling where her legs were meant to be.
"I knew I should have gone with them..."
As there hadn't been any major conflicts since the end of the Laplace War, Atofe hadn't experienced a real challenge since the death of her husband and the ensuing departure of their son. She frequently left the fortress to settle disputes, but, more often than not, her presence alone was enough to cause both parties to capitulate.&nbsp;
*thonk* *thonk* *thonk*
Hearing someone hammering at the entrance to her throne room, Atofe briefly considered ignoring them before rolling off her throne, bouncing upright, and sitting back down.
"Enter!"
Forcing open one of the heavy, Goseki Stone doors, Moore entered the throne room and approached within five meters of Atofe before taking a knee and reporting, "Our men have reported sightings of the North God entering Wind Port alongside five others."
"Hoooo~? It seems that brat has grown braver these past eighty years..."
Though Kishirika had informed Atofe of her grandson's impending arrival, the blue-skinned Demoness hadn't taken her seriously. Kalman III, also known as Aleksander Raibaku, had actively avoided the Demon Continent ever since Atofe kidnapped him during his first visit. She trained him even harder than Paul, so, once his ten-year 'confinement' was up, Aleksander, affectionately referred to as Alek by Atofe, never returned.
Pulling up her left leg, Atofe adopted a very unladylike posture as she leaned against the knuckles of her right hand and asked, "What did they tell the port officials their intentions were? He couldn't be coming here to try and defeat me, right?"
Raising his head, Moore's expression was his usual mask of grim stoicism as he replied, "According to the official report, they are here in pursuit of a bounty...10,000 Asura Gold Coins for the head of Paul Greyrat, also known as the King's Greatsword..."
"Huh? King's Greatsword? That brat...?"
Though Paul was becoming increasingly competent, Atofe felt he still had a ways to go before he could refer to himself as a King. He might be able to qualify as a North King with his Vision and regeneration, but a title such as 'King's Greatsword' was way too much for a middling Saint.
Sitting a little straighter, Atofe shook her head and muttered, "Humans and their politics..." before meeting Moore's gaze and stating, "Alek isn't the type to trouble himself with treasure and accumulating wealth. What crimes has Paul been accused of...?"
Shaking his head, Moore clarified, "It's an unlisted bounty. However, there are rumors circulating among the dockworkers that depict Paul Greyrat as a traitor conspiring to seize the throne of Asura for himself..."
Furrowing her brows, Atofe asked, "And when, exactly, did these rumors start?"
Lowering his head in affirmation of Atofe's suspicions, Moore replied, "As soon as the North God's Party entered port..."
"That idiot..."
Realizing that her grandson was likely being manipulated, Atofe reached up to massage her forehead. Alek's obsession with becoming a True Hero made him trusting to a fault. He helped everyone he came across, and so long as you could convince him someone was evil, he would ignore almost all evidence to the contrary.
Under normal circumstances, Atofe wouldn't interfere in her grandson's affairs. As a quarter Immortal, he had thousands of years to figure things out. However, if he were going to become some tool for corrupt humans to oppress Demonkind, Atofe would rather imprison him in the dungeons until his brain developed a few additional wrinkles...
Having made up her mind, Atofe rose to her feet, adopted a broad smile, and shouted, "I'm heading to Wind Port! You're in charge while I'm away, understood!?"
Bowing his head respectfully, Moore replied, "As you will." before bracing himself as Atofe flew over him like a meteor. They had an agreement with Wind Port that stated Atofe wasn't allowed to enter, but, much like Alek, it was impossible to reason with the blue-skinned Demoness once she had made up her mind. All Moore could do was make preparations to appease the Port's Governor. Fortunately, the abundance of gifts provided by Paul put them in a pretty good position to do so...
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Unaware that his fraternal grandmother was on her way to visit him, Alek was all smiles as a petite woman with dark brown hair and bronzed skin skillfully swayed her hips atop his own. Her face and body were covered in white runes, and there were tiny, branch-like horns protruding from her scalp, but Alek was utterly enchanted by the woman's supple thighs and lithe, athletic figure...
Sensing that Alek was nearing his limit, the dark-skinned shamaness bent forward and placed her hands around his neck. Then, while staring at him with her heterochromatic gold and pale green eyes, she began to squeeze as hard as she could.
Though he reached up to grab his youthful-looking lover's forearms, Alek didn't attempt to break free from her grip. He even went as far as holding his breath, a pleasant tingling pervading his body and mind as he skirted the borders between consciousness and oblivion.
As Alek's body arched and spasmed against his will, the shamaness did her best to stay atop him by squeezing her muscular thighs together. It was only after she felt an intense surge of warmth invade her body that she released her hold on Alek's neck, his body immediately going limp as she did so.
Despite experiencing something similar every time she and Alek engaged in carnality, the petite shamaness couldn't help asking, "Are you okay...?" with a sincerely concerned look on her face. She didn't like choking Alek, but it was sadly one of the only ways he could reach 'completion.'
Instead of responding with words, Alek just pat the shamaness's hand as he continued staring at the ceiling with a euphoric expression on his face. A lifetime of battle had left him numb to conventional pains and pleasure, so while he felt bad about pushing his young lover to choke him, Alek had no intention of asking her to stop.
Exhaling a faint sigh, the shamaness dismounted Alek's body and started cleaning herself. Alek was the type of man who was done the moment he 'finished,' asserting that it would dull his senses if he indulged himself too much. Unfortunately for the shamaness, also known as Savva, this meant she rarely came away from their entanglement satisfied...
Recovering from his fleeting pleasure, Alek rose to a seated position and said, "That was amazing..." with an affectionate smile on his face. Savva returned a smile of her own, but any perceptible individual would be able to tell her thoughts differed on the matter.
Oblivious to his young lover's growing exasperation, Alek maintained his naturally charming smile as he rose from the bed and stretched his lean and muscular body. His appearance was the kind that would cause even married women to fantasize, but after traveling with him for the past three months, Savva only spared a glance at Alek's impressive physique before exhaling another faint sigh...
Looking back at Savva over his shoulder, Alex's expression revealed a hint of concern as he asked, "What's wrong? Feeling tired...?"
Forcing a smile, Savva nodded her head and replied, "A little. However, Sir Alek need not feel concerned. I should recover within a few minutes."
Not questioning Savva's statement, Alek returned a nod before regaining his smile and continuing his stretching routine. He had learned from past experiences that he was vulnerable after having sex, so he always made sure to relieve the tension in his joints and get his blood pumping once he was finished. The last he wanted was to be complacent now that he was in 'enemy' territory...
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After guiding Paul through a short passageway connecting to a largely barren treasure vault, Kishirka activated the room's security features as she complained, "I really hate that woman..."
Without having to ask who Kishirika was referring to, Paul replied, "She isn't as bad as you make her out to be..." while looking around the massive chamber. It wasn't nearly as spacious as the throne room, but it was large enough to accommodate team sports such as basket and volleyball.
Not wanting to ruin the mood by talking about Zhongli, Kishirka 'snuck' up behind Paul and linked her arms around his muscular shoulders. He was taller than she was, but her rapidly developing Mana reserves allowed her to levitate as if she were practically weightless.
With her voluminous breasts pressing into Paul's back, Kishirika used her inordinately long tongue to lick the nape of his neck before raising her head to whisper into his ear, her voice a sensual purr as she said, "If you desire power, you know what you must do..."
As much as he enjoyed the sensation against his back, Paul's expression morphed into a conflicted glower as he asked, "What happened to waiting until I defeated Badigadi...?"
Instead of answering Paul's question directly, Kishirika brought her lips to his ear as she whispered, "One of your problems is that you're constantly receiving things from others. To obtain what you truly desire, you need to be willing to 'take' it. That's the only way to avoid feeling pressured by the burdens of others...you must take them upon yourself willingly..."
Releasing her hold on Paul's body, Kishirika began to float away from him with narrowed, seductive eyes. When he turned to face her, she bared her shark-like teeth and added, "No one, not even that shitty god, knows the final course of fate. Time is like a river with infinite breadth. We might not be able to resist its merciless flow, but we affect our final destination with every decision we make. Those who choose to go with the flow only have themselves to blame when they invariably collide with a rock..."
Finished with what she had to say, Kishirika turned away and sprouted a pair of dark purple, bat-like wings. Her maximum speed was limited in an enclosed space, but she was confident she could evade Paul for at least an hour or two. Instead, she nearly dislocated her own shoulder as Paul's hand abruptly closed around her wrist the moment she turned away.
Though he managed to hold onto Kishirika's wrist, Paul nearly blacked out as the buxom Demoness's initial burst of speed was enough to produce a sonic boom. He instinctually protected himself with Touki, but there were a few terrifying moments when he felt like he was falling backward due to his inability to correct his posture and look straight ahead...
Fortunately for Paul, Kishirika quickly realized something was wrong when she saw his head tilted back much further than was typically possible. It was her first time witnessing such a phenomenon, but she was pretty sure he had managed to dislocate his skull.
Grabbing the sides of Paul's head, Kishirika held it upright and said, "You better regenerate. I don't want to die over something as stupid as a game of cat and mouse..."
As she was well aware of what Zhongli and the others would do to her if Paul lost his life, Kishirika was paler than usual. She was confident Paul's regeneration could fix things, but she also knew that injuries to the head and neck were lethal for most humans.
Surprising even himself, Paul could feel the muscles in his neck move of their own accord, followed by a feeling of something 'shifting' as his skull popped back into place. His neck felt incredibly sore, almost like he had swallowed a bunch of ice cubes, but it was a hell of a lot better than not feeling anything at all...
Forcing a smile, Paul tried to speak but found himself momentarily unable to. Fortunately, his smile was more than enough to relieve the Demoness clutching the sides of his face.&nbsp;
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Kishirika released her hold on Paul's head before adopting a wry smile as she said, "Your regenerative abilities are coming along nicely..."
Though it pained him quite a bit, Paul couldn't help chuckling in response to Kishirika's attempt at lightening the mood. Then, taking advantage of their close proximity, he wrapped his arms around her and dryly croaked, "Got...cha..."
"Huh?"
As she was still aback by what happened moments prior, Kishirika was momentarily confused by Paul's words and actions. When things finally clicked, her smile widened to its limits as she replied, "So it would seem! Now, the real question is, what do 'you' want to do?"
With his neck and throat recovering rapidly, Paul's voice was nearly back to normal as he tightened his hold on Kishirika's body and replied, "I want to be the strongest...strong enough to tear down the broken system that's made this world into a playground for a psychopath...strong enough to set the world on a new path..."
Though she had been asking what Paul wanted to do with her specifically, Kishirika readily joined him in his digression, reiterating, "Individual power isn't what shapes the world...it's authority. Even if you went around killing those who disagreed with you, it wouldn't 'fix' things. You need to be able to inspire, to give hope to those who remain. Without a light to guide them forward, humans are quick to lose their way and succumb to the darkness &nbsp;lingering within the depths of their subconscious minds..."
Narrowing his eyes, Paul appended, "Not just humans...the only way this world can prosper is if everyone works together. I won't allow people to continue pushing the narrative that one race is superior to another...we all have our strengths and weaknesses..."
Amused by the prospect, Kishirika snickered through her teeth before adopting a serious expression and stating, "The other races won't be so quick to forgive what humanity has done. Neither will the vast majority of humans be willing to admit they did something wrong. That's one of the frustrating things about short-lived races...they readily benefit from the crimes perpetrated by their forebears, deny personal responsibility since they weren't present, yet expect every other race to continue paying the price to uphold their way of life. The thing that annoys me the most is that they're right...it's nonsensical to hold people accountable for crimes they had no hand in committing..."
Though she hated to admit it, Kishirika's long life had forced her to come to terms with the fact she couldn't blame people in the present for things their ancestors had done hundreds, if not thousands of years prior. One of the most fundamental characteristics of humanity was its ability to adapt and change over a remarkably short period. This made them exceptionally easy to influence, but it also severed their connection to the past in a way other races couldn't hope to emulate.&nbsp;
Seeing hope in Paul, a human with the capacity to live forever, Kishirika's smile broadened as she stated, "What you hope to achieve is something that will require multiple generations. However, it wouldn't even take one for the tensions between the races to render your actions moot...are you certain this is what you desire?"
Shaking his head, Paul admitted, "I honestly have no fucking clue. I don't know the best path forward, so all I can do is keep trying until something sticks. All I know with absolute certainty is that I have a beautiful woman in my arms and that I want to make the world a better place for everyone, not just humans. I'll have to figure out the rest as I go..."
Unable to contain herself, Kishirika smiled broadly and issued one of her characteristic snickers. She also had no idea how to achieve Paul's goals, so she couldn't really blame him for needing to 'figure things out.' Instead, she leaned into him and teased, "I know where you can start..."
Narrowing his eyes, Paul moved his hands from Kishirika's waist to her butt as he said, "I would have already started if your bodysuit wasn't in the way..."
"Oh~? Is that a fact~?"
Putting Paul on the spot, Kishirika's dark-purple bodysuit abruptly 'melted' off her body, pooling beneath their feet before moving away from them as if it were alive.&nbsp;
Suppressing the numerous questions in his mind, Paul released Kishirika's body and attempted to discard his equipment. As he fumbled around with his belt, Kishirika gave him a playful wink before turning around and taking off like a rocket as she shouted, "You better hurry~! Your little speech got me hot and bothered, but this isn't a twenty-four-hour operation. My front door closes in an hour~!"
Though the thought of vaulting around the treasure room in his birthday suit made him cringe, Paul readily chased after Kishirika the moment he stripped away his pants...
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Located less than a hundred kilometers off the coast of the Biheiriru Kingdom was the ancestral home of the Ogres, colloquially known as Ogre Island. Its actual name was Onigashima, but, as it was largely cut off from the rest of the world, most people simply knew it as the island where Ogres originated.
Situated on one of the larger islands making up the archipelago was a small human population consisting of unique individuals with olive-brown skin, black hair, and almond-shaped eyes. Most humans couldn't imagine sharing the same land as a bunch of 'monsters,' but those who grew up in Onigashima viewed things differently. After all, rather than suffering under the Ogres' tyranny, they were being protected...
Several hundred meters above the secret human settlement was a large building resembling a multi-tiered pagoda. Within sat two muscular men, one possessing blood-red skin, pointed ears, and a large horn. As for the other, he had obsidian-black skin, violet hair fastened into a wild ponytail, and six powerful arms, each thicker than an average man's waist.
Despite their frightening sizes and builds, each standing more than three meters tall when erect, the two men appeared fairly sophisticated as they sat on opposite sides of a gameboard resembling shogi. They were two of the most physically dominant beings in the entire world, but neither shied away from intellectual amusements. After all, living for thousands of years could get pretty boring...
Interrupting nearly twenty minutes of silence, the red-skinned Ogre said, "Lord Badigadi...if something is bothering you, we can resume this game at a later date."
Crossing two of his six arms, the onyx-skinned man, better known as Badigadi, the Demon Lord who Grants Wisdom, replied, "Nah, don't worry about it. I don't have anything else to do right now, and leaving things half-finished always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Of course, I'll be more than happy to accept the win if you want to concede...!"
As defeat meant serving as Badigadi's training partner, the red-skinned man, also known as Ogre God Malta, turned serious as he replied, "Let's play things out."
Countering Malta's grim expression with a confident smile, Badigadi was about to make his move when one of the shackle-like bands on his wrist suddenly emitted a gold light. Upon noticing this, the smile he often wore faded from his face, replaced by a look that could send shivers down the spine of a reaper.
Without explaining things, Badigadi rose to his feet and abruptly jumped through several layers of ceilings and walls, emerging from the side of the pagoda and grabbing the mountain adjacent to it. Then, despite his friend and several of his compatriots living in the area, he reared back his three right fists before smashing the top of the mountain with a meteoric punch. He could have gone over or around, but his anger compelled him to break everything in his path as he made his way Eastward. After all, the band on his left wrist could only mean one thing: someone had robbed his Kishirika of her chastity...
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Chapter 179: MI179: Evolution