The Gate
I erased the memories of every bodyguard except the Director.
The Awakener I had subdued, too.
Originally, I had intended to kill every last person who had learned about Shin Eunyeong. The Director's desperate pleading put a stop to that. He had begged so wretchedly that even I felt a flicker of pity, so I accepted his proposal.
Still, I warned him: if anyone's memories returned and they leaked information about Shin Eunyeong, I would slaughter every bodyguard on the spot — Awakeners included.
The Director and his men agreed.
A one-sided negotiation.
After wiping their memories, I asked the Director to take me to a Gate.
With my abilities, entering a Gate would not have been difficult. Apparently, though, doing so would have been a considerable legal problem. Gates have clear owners, and I could be sued later. Forcing my way in would have been simpler, but I am still a member of this society. Basic legal principles ought to be observed. I cannot exactly brainwash the entire population of the country.
With the Director's help, I arrived at a Gate.
"This is the place that meets the conditions I asked for, I take it?"
"Ah... y-yes. That's correct."
The conditions I had requested: inhabited solely by goblins and orcs, no clear owner, and no one living nearby. They sounded common enough on the surface, but finding a Gate that actually satisfied them had not been easy. Still, one existed.
"This is... a nest. Of goblins and... orcs..."
The Director continued, his expression sour.
This was a nest. It had appeared in the middle of the city, and the goblins and orcs living inside had been kidnapping women and using them as breeding sacs. The Gate should have been closed a month ago, but the Awakeners' negligence had left it sitting there, wide open. As a result, goblins and orcs still swarmed inside. Sometimes you could still hear women screaming.
Whether the kidnapped women were still alive was anyone's guess, but death might have been the kinder fate. There was nothing pleasant about giving birth to goblin or orc spawn. Only pain.
Goblins and orcs were not particularly strong, but they had numbers. Conventional weapons did not work on monsters. What you needed was an Awakener's personal combat power, or weapons forged from mana stones. But the Awakeners were lazy, and they held a monopoly on the right to manufacture and sell those weapons. For now, the only thing holding the Gate in check was a barrier one Awakener had thrown up across the entrance — and even that was hanging by a thread.
Surveys over the past few weeks had concluded that the dungeon inside the Gate was at saturation. It was only a matter of time before they punched through the barrier and spilled out. Property values in the surrounding area had collapsed. All but a handful of residents had fled in a hurry.
The Director ground his teeth as he told me this. Most of what he said was complaint about the Awakeners.
"Is that so. Then I suppose I'll kill a few first."
"P-pardon? You're going to kill them for us?"
"Of course I am. However sturdy her body is, she couldn't possibly take that many."
I spoke while dragging a rattling cabinet behind me. Shin Eunyeong was inside it. Limbs severed.
The Director swallowed as he looked at it. I paid his gaze no mind and thought.
The total number of goblins and orcs in that dungeon: one hundred and fifty thousand. Even Shin Eunyeong would not leave so much as a bone fragment if that entire horde piled onto her. I had heard they practiced cannibalism, too. In that case, I would leave a modest hundred alive.
"Let's go in."
"Y-yes, sir!"
And so we entered the Gate. By the Director's authority, no soldier or Awakener was permitted to follow. We went in unobstructed.
"......."
"......"
Silence hung in the air.
The interior of the Gate was a cave. No monsters were in sight yet. This was the hour they would be sleeping. The majority of them, however, were in the breeding chamber, violating two women.
Sixteen dead as of yesterday, then...
They had lasted a long time. The last goblin kidnapping of women had been three weeks ago. That they had not collapsed from exhaustion long before now, enduring the lust of a hundred and fifty thousand goblins and orcs, was remarkable in itself.
Through my authority, I could sense the presence of the dead. The goblins had eaten the women's corpses down to the last splinter of bone.
"A pity."
"Pardon? What is...?"
The Director shrank in on himself as he followed me. Whether he had failed to understand my meaning or simply could not process it, he only looked puzzled.
"Most of them are dead."
"What? There were people still alive in here?"
"Ah... I suppose that's the surprising part."
Fair enough. It would not have been strange at all if every kidnapped woman had already died. The Director's shock was only natural.
"Then... shouldn't we hurry and rescue them?"
"We should."
"How are we supposed to...?"
Genuine grief twisted his face. The Awakeners who should have been saving these people were currently enjoying a spa. He himself could do nothing, and the helplessness sat heavy on him.
But I could.
I stopped walking.
"Um..."
"Quiet for a moment."
"......"
I focused my senses. I knew I possessed this ability, but I had never actually used it, and it was still unfamiliar. A Gate was a condensation of mana. If I focused my nerves, unified my mind with that condensed mana, and traced it back...
Ah... ah... k-kill... me...
Keup! Kheup! Khwak!
Kihehehehehehehe!
In a far corner of the Gate, five goblins twitched and clung to a lump of flesh.
A lump of flesh. That was not meant as a slur. It was a literal description. The woman had been crushed beyond any hope of identification. Both eyes had been gouged out, and the empty sockets were packed with dried goblin semen. Her fingers and toes had already been severed and turned into goblin toys. One goblin had buried its head in her anus. Two more had their cocks rammed into her nipples, savoring the sensation of climax. And at the entrance of her vagina, a goblin pup had been born and left there, still attached.
Kyeuaaang...!
A nauseating cry. The goblin pup had been born some time ago — its eyes were already open. And then, with a wet kyerrrrrrr...!, it went erect, lurched up onto two feet, and with a shriek of kyehaaaaaak!!!! drove its cock into the red cunt right in front of it.
The child was raping its mother. Whether the woman knew it or not, she could only lie there, exhausted, calling weakly on a god who would not answer.
"Insane..."
It was a considerably arousing scene, but putting that on display would only invite condemnation.
"What's... insane?"
"The woman. She's on the verge of death."
I described what I had perceived to the Director. His face contorted violently, and then he vomited.
"Th-those... those fucking bastards...!"
"Calm down."
"Do I look like I can calm down?!"
He would have to. Because besides that woman, another one had an orc's cock punched through her diaphragm, her guts twisting around it. Her jaw had been ripped off, too.
"How... how do we...?"
"Be quiet. I'm going to go get them now."
"Please... I'm begging you..."
And so the Director and I crawled deeper into the Gate.
Cock happy.
Lucky. Found a woman who lasts a long time.
Pussy. Warm.
She makes lots of babies.
But now, bored.
That was what every goblin was thinking at once. It was about time to go out and find another female. And if they were going out anyway, should they grab one for the orcs too...?
The goblins had plenty of grievances about the orcs' tyranny. Even if you risked your life and got lucky enough to drag a female back, the good ones were almost always stolen by the orcs.
The things humans fired — guns — did not kill you easily when they hit, but they hurt a great deal. They could knock you unconscious. Other kin had been dragged away by them. Humans were bad. Humans hurt us. But females were good. Females made us feel good.
One goblin rammed its cock into the twitching woman's mouth. She had been the female who resisted the hardest. They had ripped out her fingernails, severed her toes, force-fed her the pieces, and finally gouged out both her eyes, and still she had not broken. She had been too terrified even to use her mouth to make a cock happy. So they had had no choice but to pull every last one of her teeth.
But she was obedient now. She must have given up and accepted her place. Ah — the empty sockets where her teeth had been stimulated every inch of its cock. It felt incredible. They should have pulled them out from the start.
Bluuuuuurk!!!
The goblin came. Goblin saliva, incidentally, had an aphrodisiac effect; ingesting it produced a numbing, anesthetic haze. The woman had learned that over her long hours of violation, so she rolled her tongue as far as it would go and sucked down the goblin's semen.
Chuuup!! Chuaaaap!!
She felt no misery. She simply, instinctively, performed the acts that would satisfy the goblin.
"Kiheeeeeek!!!!"
It felt good. Roll the tongue. More. Stimulate the head. All the way. And eventually the goblin pissed.
Shhhhhhhk!!!
Ah... ah... so good...
It was still savoring the afterglow when a presence registered from somewhere.
"Kuek?"
"Krrrrng?"
"Kwahyak?!"
"Krrrrrk...!"
The orcs beside them, raping a woman so hard her jaw had come unhinged, noticed the presence as well. The two orcs released their grip. The woman, still impaled on cocks in her mouth and cunt, slid to the floor under her own weight.
Splorch...!
She landed in a pool of semen. The orcs, compared to the goblins, had used the woman with something approaching courtesy. But an orc's cock was enormous enough to warp her intestines, and she was dying. Ten minutes of life left, perhaps.
Not that it mattered.
Every monster's gaze was locked on the darkness far ahead. They were all feeling the same thing — something they had never experienced, yet recognized by instinct alone. Something wicked. Something foul. Yes. That was—
The goddess has come.
"Kerrrrk?"
Why? For what reason? Divine interference in the human world was forbidden. That had been the contract.
But—
"Kihehehehehehek!!"
If anything, this was better. A goddess? The moment she descended into the human world, she was nothing but a female. The mana of the human world was impure compared to that of the divine realm. They had spent their entire lives feeding on clean mana; they would not be able to digest it properly. They might even fall into mana deviation.
Which meant—
"Kerrrrrrrk!!!!"
They could do it. They could break that lofty, arrogant goddess. They would ram their cocks into that plump, insolent cunt and put their spawn in her belly.
One goblin lunged forward on that thought.
And then—
"Kwerelelek!!!"
It died. An orc's kick had driven it into the stone wall.
"Krrrrr..."
Stay still. The goddess is mine.
The Orc King. A cock like three goblins fused together stood rigid as it drooled and walked out toward the dark.
"......."
The goblins had no choice but to stay put. They were unhappy about it, but every one of them valued its own hide. Still, orcs bored easily by nature. If they were lucky, they might get a turn at that cunt themselves. And they would serve well enough as test subjects to gauge the goddess's strength.
The goblins went erect, imagining the Orc King raping the goddess.
And then—
Khoaaaaaaaaak!!!!
It had not taken more than a few steps. Three, to be exact. Something came flying out of the darkness and burst the Orc King's body apart.
And from the darkness—
Not a goddess.
A man came walking toward them, radiating a strange and terrible power.