Chapter 133

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 133

Chapter Title: Monster Wave (4)

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To cut to the chase, I have no intention of invading Christia City.

The reason I deployed S-6 right now is simple.

It's just to show off its overwhelming power.

What's important is making everyone realize that it's a threatening, formidable enemy.

Well, I said I have no plans to invade Christia City, but putting on a show of strength naturally requires some sacrifices.

I gave it a command.

- Rampage spectacularly. But don't come this way just yet.

Tzujub-!

On the surface, it lets out a monstrous Kieeeek!, but it responds to my orders with an adorably cute tzujub.

Kuuguuguuguugwang-!

The moment my command dropped, it immediately twisted its massive body, wreaking havoc around it.

"Uwaaaaaah!"

"Evade! Get out of there now!!"

Every time S-6 shook its body, trees flew off roots and up into the air as if they were mere wooden chopsticks.

Rocks and dirt erupted into the sky, and amid the dust, knights and soldiers spewed blood as they were flung in every direction.

Longswords and spears were discarded haphazardly.

These were weapons they should cherish most, proof that they'd already lost the will to fight.

The knights and soldiers stumbled and slipped as they fled with all their might.

Even the knights rushing in from afar halted, staring blankly into the sky before gulping and staggering away from the battlefield.

Ah, perfect.

This is it.

I watched S-6 dominate the battlefield in a flashy frenzy, like savoring a blockbuster movie.

All that's missing is some popcorn.

"Th-this is insane..."

A knight resting nearby muttered, his voice trembling.

His eyes were already clouded with terror.

"F-fuck!! How the hell are we supposed to fight that thing!!!"

"Fire the retreat signal!! Right now!!"

A knight who'd been gleefully massacring orcs far out spewed curses as he fled pathetically. The squad leader knight rampaging alongside him cried out in a voice thick with fear as he bolted.

The signal corps blew their horns and launched flares. The retreat order spread.

Bwooooouuu-!

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The elite knight captain swung his sword, trying to lead the soldiers. But order had already crumbled. The ranks of soldiers and knights tangled into chaos, terror shoving everything aside.

S-6 grew even bolder.

Its eight massive maws on thick tentacles surged like waves. Each maw gaped circularly, lined edge-to-edge with sharp, sturdy teeth.

Come to think of it, calling it a snake or imugi feels off.

Visually...

A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sandworm with eight heads fits better.

Kuuguuguuguugwang-!

Only traces of destruction remained wherever S-6 passed.

Its enormous mass crushed knights indiscriminately, slaughtering humans like ants underfoot.

"A disaster... a monster..."

A Black Dragon Knight whispered in a quivering voice. He'd no doubt trained diligently for decades.

He must've thought he could handle monsters effortlessly, but now that illusion shattered before his eyes.

Effort meant nothing against innate enormity.

"Send the rescue signal! Secure medical support!"

"Evacuate the wounded—priority to the critically injured!"

Laughter bubbled up from within me.

I've truly become a tentacle monster to the bone.

Knights' torsos burst open in fountains of blood, thick crimson mists blanketing the distance—but to me, who'd committed countless slaughters, exploding humans were just amusing vignettes.

The scent of scattered sand and dust, the heavy blood fog, the screams and clashes of steel from knights and soldiers.

It all stimulated my instincts.

A stage more dramatic than any theater. Veterans of harsh training despaired, wept, fled, froze—some even charged bravely.

I observed it all leisurely.

"Sir Yujin!"

The count rushed to me.

His face bore uncharacteristic tension.

"This is dire! It's beyond our expectations! Surely you could—"

"Yes, I'll hold it off."

"R-really!?"

"But I can't do it alone. Fetch Sir Ray. I'll buy time until then."

"Th-thank you! I've already summoned him!"

Relief bloomed on the count's face.

S-6 was still rampaging even now.

Each lash of its tentacles sent knights vomiting blood, soaring through the air before crashing down.

"Kieeeek-!"

Kuguguguguguung-!

S-6 gaped its huge maws, devouring corpses torn apart, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠immobilized humans, and monsters alike without discrimination.

Like a colossal vacuum cleaner sucking in everything around it.

'But isn't that thing bigger than me?'

If I transformed into tentacles and maxed out my size, I'd reach about the height of a modern 25-story skyscraper.

S-6 seemed roughly that size too.

A bit smaller up close, but nearly identical.

No wonder the knights lost their will to fight.

Waves unleashed hordes of monsters, including strong ones, but nothing boss-tier.

No monster even half as intimidating as S-6's presence. Then suddenly one this massive goes berserk—panic inevitable.

Among those watching the carnage from the rest line, only my women stayed calm.

Before S-6 moved, I'd ordered Bianca, Charlotte, and all my lovers marked by the Yin Gate of Love and Submission—every single one—to fall back early.

The knights getting swept away like fallen leaves were all men.

And my marked lovers knew my plan ahead, trusting the monster wouldn't target them.

Though they still reacted with awe to its overwhelming size and majesty.

I drew my sword and charged toward S-6's rampage.

I commanded S-6.

Come this way now.

Tzujub-!

"Kiiiiieeeeeek!"

S-6 unleashed a massive roar. At my order, it coiled its body into a roll.

"Wh-what's it doing?"

"N-no way..."

That "no way" was spot on.

S-6 maneuvered its tentacles to roll its body like a ball, barreling up the slope toward us.

Kung-! Kung-! Kugung-!

"Crazy! Evade!"

"C-can't the defense hold...?"

"How the hell do you stop that!? Don't be ridiculous!! Get out now!!!"

Knight spectators scattered, but I charged straight ahead.

"Captain!"

"S-Sir Yujin!!"

Knight captains already on good terms with me shouted, but I waved them off reassuringly.

"I'll handle it. It's fine."

S-6's stats are as follows.

It's strong.

Even on raw stats, it's a powerhouse, but like me, it can sprout numerous tentacles, each boosted by stat modifiers.

Those percentage-based buffs are insanely overpowered, so barring me, no human—not even Ray—could stop it.

Squad captains opting for a head-on clash would be crushed in seconds.

Indeed, the White Dragon Knight Order captain Arden, Blue Dragon's Lian, and Black Dragon vice-captain Gennitz tried and failed—overpowered and sent flying, coughing blood.

Left unchecked, it'd raze the city before Ray arrived.

Not that I plan to.

Anyway, even this powerhouse S-6 is no match for me.

My base stats are higher, my tentacle multipliers superior.

Plus, every tentacle type it uses, I can too—and in greater numbers. All tentacles originate from me, after all.

'Actually, such hypotheticals are pointless from the start.'

I could beat S-6 even in human form.

Not just stat superiority—we're one and the same.

It's a derivative of me.

No soul, ego, or will of its own. Just a shell acting on my commands.

I'm its master.

I control it completely, predicting every move.

"Krhaaap!"

"Kiiiiieeeeeek!!"

Thwack-!

So, this "fierce battle" with S-6? Pure theater.

I parried its charge with my sword, blocked its tentacle ambush with a casual arm guard.

Kuugwang-!

"Captain Yujiiiin!!!"

Knight spectators cheered dramatically.

They sure could project.

I spun midair, kicked off the pre-set mana barrier before hitting ground, and lunged back. S-6 bellowed, firing tentacles at me.

Shwaaaaak-!

Numerous knights and soldiers spectated our duel.

Gripping tension, edge-of-your-seat stuff.

Staged, sure—but if it's fun, mission accomplished.

WWE thrives on spectacle.

"All members, support Captain Yujin!!"

Elite Knight Captain Thomas felt cold sweat trickle as he eyed the monster before him.

It was hopeless.

Facing that thing.

He'd always prided himself on strength, but lately, that confidence waned.

Sir Ray was fine—one freak exception.

But when Captain Yujin matched that monster's prowess and utterly dominated the captaincy trials, cracks formed in Thomas's ego.

Still, he endured.

Captain Yujin was another exception, like Ray.

No need for jealousy or ugly emotions—just respect.

Initial emptiness faded; he believed honing his given talents would carve his path.

"Kiiiiieeeeeek!"

Until he saw that monster.

It rendered a lifetime of martial polish worthless—a mad existence.

Vice-Captain Gennitz, White Dragon Captain Arden, Blue Dragon Captain Lian—none landed meaningful hits; fights didn't even form.

Only Captain Yujin held it back.

Gennitz fumed at his frailty yet cheered Yujin, providing cover fire. But the monster shrugged off all but the heaviest spells.

'When the hell is Captain Ray coming...!'

As anxiety gnawed, signal flares appeared afar.

"C-Captain Ray!! Captain Ray is here!!!"

Thomas bellowed. With Yujin and Ray together, defeating it was certain.

Kuuguuguugwang-!

Then—

Shwaaaaak-!

The behemoth suddenly thrashed wildly, charging toward the distant spectator knights.

"Uwaaaaaah!"

"Evade! Hurry!!"

"Wh-what the fuck!!"

Knight scrambled away, fleeing hastily.

But one couldn't escape.

Charlotte von Christia.

Heir to the Christia countship, future mistress of the city.

"Kyaaaaaaaah!"

"L-Lady!"

"No!!!"

She'd been caught by the monster.