Rene's Dream and the Execution Squad (1)
His Mana Heart drew in mana with fierce intensity.
It was nothing like the rigid old mana cultivation methods. This was a brand-new technique, cherry-picking only the finest advantages from the Reinhardt and Orhain originals.
He hadn't settled on a proper name yet, so he'd simply dubbed it the Fusion Method for now.
'Lucia was a huge help.'
Lucia's Mana Heart. He'd mapped every single meridian of the shortest path where mana converged there, all through physical contact.
And the Orhain original was perfectly optimized for mana racing along that path.
'When mana flows through those routes... the rate at which external mana gets absorbed is on another level.'
Every time he circulated the Fusion Method, mana flooded in so fast it hummed in resonance from his chest.
Of course, if that torrent brushed the mana roads in his head and brain, it could cause severe side effects—enough to rattle the mind itself.
'But I swapped those routes for the Reinhardt originals. No problem.'
A supremely efficient mana cultivation method, stripped of all drawbacks. Through the Fusion Method, his Mana Heart had finally reached the 4th Tier.
A Reinhardt Mana Heart hitting 4th Tier meant something extraordinary.
A typical mana user's Mana Heart formed a simple ring, not a true three-dimensional shape. But his was a polyhedral structure, far beyond that—a special spherical shell of mana.
The mana refined by that heart outclassed anything from a standard 4th Tier user by miles.
'This means I've stepped beyond mana blade territory... toward becoming an aura user.'
And that wasn't all. His lovemaking with Cecilia went beyond mere lustful release.
Just as she'd taken the Demon King's essence from his fluids, he'd absorbed her pure magi from hers in full.
Deep kisses, cunnilingus, and creampie to boot.
'She was so worked up... she produced a lot.'
The process was a bit embarrassing, but the effects were undeniable. The dragon magi absorbed into his body mingled seamlessly with his innate mana, reaching his Mana Heart.
That magi utterly transformed the nature of his Mana Heart.
'It can go this far?'
Mana drawn from outside spun endlessly in his Mana Heart, ignoring all acceleration limits.
The Orhain original mentioned that this extreme refinement acceleration was possible only at 5th Tier.
But his transformed Dragon Heart endured the overload without strain, letting accumulated mana swell dramatically.
A whopping 30 MP gain. Considering Lion Heart Sword 1st Chapter Secret Art: White Night cost 50 MP, that was enough for three casts with short intervals.
'With this much total mana... I could even stand toe-to-toe with Rozette and Chloe.'
Dragons were called lords of mana for a reason—their Mana Heart durability was unparalleled.
Now fully Dragon Heart-ified, he could push the Reinhardt bloodline's potential to its absolute max without risk.
"Hoo..."
He withdrew the Fusion Method. At this rate, 5th Tier—and aura—were just around the corner.
Aura. The pinnacle of cutting power any mana user could produce—a special energy.
Knight who wielded aura blades could solo hunt even 2nd form beasts.
'Knights at 6th Tier made dragons tremble.'
6th Tier knights—aura experts. Groups of them could pierce even a dragon's mighty scales in coordinated strikes.
That superhuman might was why humans held their own in the great war against the demonkin.
But aura wasn't invincible.
Compare it to modern weaponry: a missile packed with massive explosives was worthless if it couldn't hit the target.
Swordsmen were the same. To deliver aura's full firepower, they needed swordsmanship worthy of it.
And that swordsmanship, in turn, enhanced aura's cutting and sustaining power.
'A symbiotic relationship.'
His next task: acquire swordsmanship matching his upgraded Mana Heart.
And once aura came online, no standard imperial sword would suffice—he'd need a new weapon too.
"Plenty to do."
The wall blocking that swordsmanship growth: Roia's trial.
The trial started next week. He'd wrap up his priorities before then.
"No restful sleep for me."
He drifted off, activating his dream demon trait.
***
The dream demon trait had evolved to B+ rank since the last force evaluation.
Thanks to properly absorbing proficiency from Rozette's wet dream. He'd used the upgraded trait for a while to disguise his face via dream manipulation.
'Tonight's the night to move like a true dream demon.'
Target: Rene, the lowliest of the Execution Squad. He'd thrashed the witch thoroughly during that patrol mission.
The violence she'd suffered—fitting her strong S tendencies—let him plant a solid dream demon suggestion.
Thus, he was now inside Rene's dream.
Unlike before, distance from her sleeping spot didn't matter. Thanks to the mid-tier darkness spirit Teneb he'd planted in her.
Linked through Teneb, he could infiltrate her dreams as a dream demon anytime.
The Execution Squad hid their identities well in the imperial capital. No better way to scout the villains' movements.
'Not foolproof, though.'
It worked because she used black magic and felt utter powerlessness against him—the suggestion took root deep.
Still, the Execution Squad were the main villains in Demon King Slayer Part 2. Hand-puppets of Duke Pedro, tricky foes all.
'Can't half-ass it like in the game.'
So he'd probe their weaknesses—or future plans—ahead of time. Especially why Duke Pedro and his crew wielded inhuman might: demonkin.
The trigger turning them into those monster-like calamities. Unravel that link, and countermeasures might follow.
He entrusted his body to Teneb returning in the dream, shifting into crow form. He found Rene fast.
'What a filthy, chaotic dream.'
Fitting a witch: scenes like she'd gorged on hallucinogens. Complex like Rozette's, but her black magic twist made it nastier.
"You bastard!! Damn you, Izeltier! Acting all high and mighty!"
The dream locale: Rene's room, somewhere in the capital. A stereotypical witch's den—utterly filthy.
Scattered magic experiment materials, creepy monster and beast corpses decorating every corner.
Rene whipped a straw doll viciously, screaming a name.
"Izeltier! Think you're hot shit just 'cause you're senior in the mercenary band?! Dumping the Execution Squad's grunt work on me. What? You're off playing fighter in the arena, so I gotta handle the boss's orders? You dog!! I'll cut your dick off someday!!"
A curse ritual. The 1-meter doll had a phallic bulge at the crotch.
"Every humiliating curse for a man—I'll heap 'em on you. How's that?"
Etched on the doll in imperial script: Izeltier. He knew the guy.
High-ranker in the Execution Squad, near action captain—a swordsman.
'Barged into Pantheon in Part 2, caused a huge incident.'
Not just brute force; his motives were dangerous. Squad members indulged whims like Rene, but Izeltier was a battle-maniac risking life for fights. No psychopath killer, but...
His domineering swordplay had game-overed him plenty.
'Mid-boss level, and that tough.'
From Rene's rant, Izeltier dumped chores on her while leisurely touring the capital.
'Jackpot intel. The arena.'
He'd disguise himself like Yulian and join. Sparring that caliber swordsman would help hugely.
'Gotta enter the tournament.'
Test if his current swordsmanship held up. Infiltrating Rene's dream had paid off.
"I wanna fuck cute, handsome guys too!! No time to vent my lust 'cause of your damn errands!! Die!! Izeltier!! Filthy bastard!! Spawn of a whore's womb!!"
She ravaged the doll in a curse-fueled frenzy.
'In reality, that'd get her head lopped off. Proxy satisfaction in dreams, huh.'
After venting on the doll awhile, she grabbed a fresh one and headed to her basement.
"Next up, you... Hehe!"
Fury before; now lust lit her eyes.
***
'Well, well.'
Rene's basement was brutal—medieval dungeon torture chamber vibes. She nailed the straw doll to the wall.
"Baron, sir!"
She stuffed a demonstone inside and invoked a demon baron's name.
Astoundingly, the doll morphed into his likeness.
'Damn refined for a dream.'
"Yulian von Reinhardt. Grandson of that hotshot margrave... and Agnes's son, right?"
She'd already dug up his identity. After he swiped her precious Soul Dagger, she'd hunted desperately.
"And Pantheon... a mere academy cadet. Daring to humiliate me like that..."
The doll—Yulian now—hung naked, arms and legs bound to the wall. No real sight of his body, so muscles and cock details were off.
But enough for her base urges. She lashed the doll wildly with her whip.
"You bastard!! Man like you!! Filthy male touching my body?!"
Getting beaten by him must've stung bad. She scarred the doll's whole body mimicking his.
"Oh? Scars on this pretty face—what a shame? All this blood flowing..."
She pressed against the doll, licking the "blood" from its cheek with her red tongue.
"Yeah... kinda cute like that. Pretty face and all..."
Her hand slid to the doll's crotch.
"Hah... you total perv, huh? Getting hard from me whipping you?"
The doll's cock was erect. Pathetic compared to his real tyrant—half size maybe. Dreams reflected desires.
Her S side loathed big dicks, apparently.
"Such a cute little cock... Wanna play with big sis a ton?"
She stroked it. Aroused, she stripped.
"Hah... basement's so hot... Whipping like old times worked up a sweat."
Orange bob cut. But black lingerie—not standard.
Bra sheer enough for nipples to show; T-panties baring her ass fully.
She slipped his cock between thigh and calf.
"Hehe... like it? Puppy-dog face... yeah... big sis'll let you cum..."
She rubbed the tiny thing with thigh and calf meat. Aggressive femdom play.
'Fucking disgusting.'
Dream or not, not him directly—but a straw him suffering soured his mood.
He released crow possession, stood behind Rene. Revved Dragon Heart, pulling max magi over normal refined mana.
His dream dominion surged.
Rene—mere borrower of a demon baron's magi—stayed oblivious, lost in doll-rape.
"Hah... now, lemme taste this cute cock."
As her mouth neared the doll's dick, he swapped with it seamlessly.