Chapter 307
Chapter 307
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 307
Chapter Title: Lingering Fragrance of Flowers
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"Come on, let's have some fun together. Who knows? If you please me, I might even let you live. Well, even if I'm not satisfied, it'll be a fond memory for you."
I sensed that this moment was my final chance to defy death. I instantly drew my sword and leaped to my feet. —No side effects, no aftermath— If I don't kill her here, I'll die!
"Use my body however you—"
"—Fuck off."
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Execution Sword Technique: First Secret Art - Execution Slash Ultimate strike channeling all inner energy. Unreal flames erupt from the sheath's mouth as mana and muscles explode throughout the body.
—CRACKLE!!!
"You monster bitch."
The blade burst forth with ferocious momentum, aiming straight for the Alraune's crown. The sound of steel tearing through the air was like the scream of a madman, an explosion that shouldn't exist in reality. —I'll split you in half with one strike.
—THUD!
"Hmm."
But my surprise attack was blocked by vines that sprouted faster than I could move. —Hiss... Even this ultimate final blow, honed to the extreme, couldn't fully sever the vines.
Smoke rose from between the half-embedded blade.
Failure...
"How strange. My body should be irresistibly appealing to men... I was confident in my figure... Don't tell me you prefer that sort? What a pity."
"No."
The Alraune, who had effortlessly blocked my best shot, looked at my face with a puzzled expression, utterly relaxed.
Whether this monster was beautiful, pretty, or oozing sex appeal—it had nothing to do with me.
The Alraune was just a demon.
Taking human form and speaking like one, yet steeped in demonic arts deeper than the abyss.
For such a being, only death, salvation, and purification were permitted. I am the Heavenly Demon. The Heavenly Demon acknowledges no such existence.
And as the Heavenly Demon,
I am also
the Anti-Demon.
"I am the Anti-Demon, Kim Katt."
The slayer of demons, the Anti-Demon.
Me, taking a demon?
Ha. What a joke.
No punchline that lame.
"I just hate you 'cause you're a monster bitch, you fucking asshole. What the hell do you think human lives are, you deranged cunt? Didn't your mom teach you the value of life, you shitty whore?"
I mocked her while straining to pull the blade free from the vines.
This all comes down to bad parenting. Looks like this bitch's mom and dad were both stamens or some shit, so she never got proper upbringing and turned out like this.
"Such foul language."
"Then what, you want me to sweet-talk a bitch like you, fucker?"
"Hee hee hee. Yes, a natural reaction."
The Alraune seemed to view my cursing as mere deathbed thrashing. She didn't get angry—in fact, she enjoyed it. Like she was getting off on the reactions of someone about to die.
Truth be told, she wasn't wrong.
My actions were just desperate flailing.
But dying without even that?
I couldn't accept it.
Even if I go down, I want to take at least one with me. Sorry, Clauty. Winia. And Karin. Sorry, Lisha. Elise, forgive me too. I'm done for here.
"To me, you humans are just nutrients. We're different species from the start, aren't we? Heh heh heh... That's how it's designed, the law of the jungle. I'm even giving you a chance to speak and think of your family before I devour you—aren't you grateful?"
Crazy bitch.
"Live a little nicer, asshole. What's grateful about forcing memories on your meal? It's just fucking humiliation."
"But that's my one pleasure."
"Pleasure my ass."
—SHINK.
My efforts paid off—the blade finally came free. I immediately laid the unconscious Kobson on the ground and assumed a stance, sword at the ready.
She was still acting all smug.
Even as I took my stance, she just stood there.
Honestly, my odds of survival were damn near zero. But that's if I give up. As long as I don't, that 1% or 2% is real.
I've gotta live to see my wives again.
"So, you're gonna charge? Hmm, give it up. It'll hurt a lot."
"If I'm dying, gotta thrash around."
"Oh? I like that spirit. Truly manly... And resisting my temptation to the end..."
—Clap.
As the Alraune clapped, the vine table and chair vanished. Standing, she was about 2 meters tall. An overwhelming pressure.
"It's rare— no, a first. It wounds my pride."
She ran her hands seductively over her body, eyes gleaming.
"To make the Queen of Flowers feel this way... It's a grave sin. Few can embrace a queen like me. You should've just considered it luck and used this body."
Her figure was undeniably attractive.
Long legs, huge tits—top-notch. Even the blatantly exposed pussy was decent.
"My children."
—Rustle.
—Rustle.
—Rustle.
At her call, the garden's boundary opened, and dryads emerged. Dozens, maybe nearing a hundred. Every dryad in the jungle had flocked to her summons.
...Too many.
Killing them all would be tough.
—Hiss hiss.
—Hiss hiss.
—Hiss hiss hiss.
The dryads sneered as they closed in from all sides.
A thick floral scent wafted everywhere—each with flowers in their hair. The queen truly ruled; she commanded them all.
—But I won't run.
Kobson's out cold here, oblivious. Kids from the new nation need deep sleep to grow.
It's my duty to help him grow.
"Come at me, you stamen bitches. Won't be lonely on the way to hell."
"Heh heh heh. I'm curious how long that attitude lasts. Hiding fear with ferocity?"
"Spot on. I'm fucking terrified right now."
Unless emotions are numbed, fear can't be erased—just suppressed. Truth is, I'm scared shitless.
"But being scared doesn't mean I bow to crazy flower freaks like you. Right? And cover up your nasty bits, fuck."
Yeah.
I am the Heavenly Demon, Kim Katt.
I repeat it endlessly in my mind. The weight of the Transcendent Heavens name sinks the fear into the darkness.
This extreme self-hypnosis even controls my emotions.
"Hmm... Yes, that works."
Irked that I defied her, the queen smirked wickedly and declared to the dryads.
"Do whatever with the fallen kid. But don't hurt that black-haired one."
...She already assumes victory.
But subduing me without injury? Extremely difficult.
"Heh heh heh. It'd be a waste to turn such an amusing boy into nutrients right away. He could serve as a consort instead. A spirited one met right after awakening... Fate, perhaps. No green dragon around, so expanding territory's fine."
What? Consort?
"His vital energy looks abundant..."
With a gentle smile, the Alraune spoke to me warmly—a tone unfit for a demon.
"I'll use you as consort for now. Be honored—I'm granting your wish to live."
"This nutjob bitch calling me consort."
What the hell?
Milking my cum instead of nutrients, breeding monsters endlessly to prosper the jungle?
I reject that pathetic end.
"Fuck, I'm married."
"Oh?"
Intrigued, the Alraune grinned sleazily.
"Then stealing you and defiling you adds flavor."
This filthy NTR freak!
"Don't worry. You'll fall for me soon—let's expand together. Fill this jungle with our children."
Am I Typhoon or some shit?
"Fucking disgusting."
Become a monster stud in this jungle? Utter nonsense. No more words needed. I channeled mana again, beyond limits from that last strike.
"Go."
—FLASH!
At her signal, dryads from all directions charged. Each extended sharp claws—humanoid, but utterly monstrous.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Execution Sword Technique Left, right.
Front and above.
From every conceivable direction, they swarmed like a green tsunami. Like carnivorous plants extending tendrils. Hypnotizing myself, I murmured the forms of the Execution Sword Technique low, spreading mana through my body.
—SHHHH!!!
—SHHHHH!!
—SHHH! SHHHHH!!
I'll show the pinnacle of this ultimate murder swordsmanship!
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Execution Sword Dance!! —SCREEE!
My experience! Muscles! Mana! They traced hyper-efficient paths, shredding space! —WHOOSH! The air screamed like a whirlwind under the onslaught!
—SHHHH!!
The first dryad sliced apart dissolved into leaves and vanished.
Next strikes felled two, three—no, countless! They pressed so densely no light could pass!
The space was theirs, but I'll seize it.
—You can't beat me!
"KIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
Mad cries erupted!
Sword trance. Flow state. Accumulated experience and battle-hardened instincts shielded me while carving enemies.
—SHHHH!!
—SHHH!!
The more I moved, the more mana fused into my muscles.
Mana wasn't depleting in the frenzy—it was recovering. Accelerating blade gained more power...!
Victory uncertain.
Survival unclear.
But I...!
Transcend.
"Unstoppable impulse DEEEEEJAAAAAAT!!!!!!!"
The blade blurred.
Consciousness blurred.
When form returned, like morning piss splitting three ways, the blades arced weirdly, instantly beheading three dryads.
This... sword strike...!
"Rending my own heart!"
—SHHHH!!!
Kill, kill again!
—SHHH!!
Their curses failed on me; incoming strikes bounced harmlessly. Iron breastplate, gauntlets, greaves blocked claws. Quilted armor and pauldrons were shredded, but that was it.
No criticals.
I parried neck and head strikes.
Gear earned through honest toil answered my will! I was a one-man fortress! Who can defeat the Steel-Clad Diamond Heavenly Demon!
"You worms!!!"
You can't kill me!
"I won't forgive you!!!"
—SCREEEEE!!
A massive iron arc dominated space.
—A storm of sword strikes raged.
Sliced dryads turned to leaves, blotting sky and ground... Ha, reminds me of autumn leaves swept away—scattered by wind, just like back then—
⚙ SUPREMACY OF THE HEAVENLY DEMON ⚙ —BOOM! I stomped the ground, breaking the encirclement.
Off-balance dryads' feet left the earth. My sword dance unfinished, I carved the airborne targets like meat.
"Weak, foolish bitches."
The near-hundred dryads dwindled. Yet they charged faithfully at the queen's command.
"How can plants beat steel."
—You won't touch me.
"How can plants beat the Heavenly Demon."
SLASH! Diagonal slice fells an incoming one; I spin, mowing horizontally all around. Four more to leaves.
"How can!!"
From sides, rear—they swarmed. Some eyed gaps to drag Kobson by the hair.
"Plants!!!"
—I won't allow it.
Sword strike blocks the kidnap, protects Kobson.
"Beat me!!!!!!!!!"
—KIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
The roar overwhelmed the garden.