Chapter 32: The Voice of Violence (1)

"Ah, so you have finally discovered my secret...," she said, getting up from her chair and walking towards us slowly with a menacing look in her eyes. "Welcome to my little kingdom."

"Drugging elves and keeping them captive in cages, is this what you call a kingdom?" I asked, chuckling. "I didn't know you had a talent for jokes, my lady. You should join the circus. I bet you'd be a killer at that."

The Baroness' smirk turned into a scowl as she raised her hand, signaling her guards to surround us. "You should watch your tongue, dear. You're in no position to be making jokes," she said, her voice laced with venom.

Bang.

The sound of my knees buckling under me echoed through the room as pain shot through my leg. I yelled, gritting my teeth as I tried to stand up, but my leg wouldn't support me. Everything felt heavy. It's as if I'm being crushed by my own weight.

"What did you do!?"

"Oops. My hand must've slipped," the Baroness said, a sadistic grin on her face. "I have no tolerance for insolence."

As I lay on the ground, writhing in pain, the Baroness approached, her guards following closely behind.

"You're laughable... Rule a kingdom? You can't even rule this town properly. Look at all those houses, destitute and crumbling. And yet you sit here in your palace, hoarding your wealth and power."

The Baroness then chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, my dear boy, you have no idea what it takes to rule a kingdom," she said, circling around us like a predator. "And these elves are but mere playthings, objects for my pleasure and entertainment. They're nothing compared to the real power I possess."

As she said so, she opened one of the cages and stripped one young-looking elf of his clothes, revealing his thin and fragile body. The elf trembled in fear, his eyes pleading for mercy. The Baroness ignored his pleas, instead running her hands over his body, relishing in the feeling of power.

Goddamn psycho.

"But, even I couldn't expect you would deliver yourself to me."

"You're sick," I retorted.

Ruvia stepped forward, ready to protect the helpless elf. The Baroness merely looked him up and down before speaking. "Ah, so you have some fight in you after all," she said. Then she snapped her fingers, and a group of her guards surrounded Ruvia, holding him back from rescuing the elf.

"None of that now," the Baroness said with a cruel laugh. "The two of you are a little old but not old enough to be unbearable. You see, I am always willing to give someone a chance, even if it means risking my own safety."

"We elves aren't your slaves, and I will never be one," Ruvia said.

"Oh, you're not a slave? Aren't you that boy's slave?"

Ruvia was silent.

"Yes, I'm his slave," Ruvia finally admitted.

"So you admit it. Your inferior race is only fit to be tools for us, humans."

"No! Master... he isn't like you. He makes us happy and treats us fairly," Ruvia proclaimed.

The Baroness raised her hand, and Ruvia fell to the ground.

"We'll see how long you can keep that feeling." The Baroness snapped her fingers again, and one of the guards brought forth a vial filled with an unknown liquid.

"This is an elixir made by your kind," the Baroness explained, pouring a drop from the vial into Ruvia's mouth. "Your kind's males have low libido, so your ancestors created this... we'll see how well it works on you."

Ruvia's face blushed red as he released a high-pitched moan.

"You bastard, what the hell do you think you're doing!?" I shouted.

"Look at that. He's swelling up like a balloon," the Baroness laughed.

"Let me go. I'll kill you! I'll kill you, you bitch!" I struggled against the force keeping me down, but it was somehow stronger than me.

"Silence. You're in no position to talk back to me," the Baroness snarled. She approached Ruvia and petted him gently on the cheek. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"N-no..." Ruvia was breathing heavily, and his face was so red it looked like it was about to explode.

"Remember, I'll always be here for you," the Baroness whispered into his ear. Her hand moved across his body and brushed against his rising bulge. "Mmm, you seem to be ready."

Ruvia let out a moan as the hand on his groin tightened its grip.

"You bastard, how dare you!? Unhand him. He's mine!" I struggled again as the Baroness began to undo Ruvia's shorts.

"What are you doing?" Ruvia asked, his eyes pleading as he shook his head.

The Baroness finally managed to get his shorts undone, giving her enough access to his swelling cock. With a harsh jerk, she pulled his shorts down, forcing his cock to spring free.

"A-aah!" Ruvia shouted in surprise as his cock hit the air.

"Tell me, did he touch you? Has he squeezed your breasts or kissed your lips? Yes? I'll have to fix that if it's true."

"Yes, he has kissed my lips," Ruvia replied, his voice trembling as the Baroness' hand wrapped around his cock.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Ruvia nodded, even though it was a lie. "Yes, I enjoy it."

"Did he take your virginity?"

"Yes, he had penetrated my butt a lot, so he had taken it."

"I have to make you forget about him. I'll make you a man," she said as she dropped down.

The Baroness' lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue lapping along the base. Then she started to bob her head back and forth, sucking his cock into her mouth.

As I watched the Baroness bobbing up and down, sucking on Ruvia's cock, I was suddenly transported back to a memory from a distant past.

"Ma, where is my cup of ramen?" I asked my mother, who looked like she didn't care.

"Your cousin ate it."

"What? I told you I was going to eat it! I bought that with my money," I said, annoyed at my mother, who was too busy watching the TV to even care.

She laughed, saying, "You're so possessive over your food. You should be glad someone else even ate your food."

I wanted to eat that food myself. Is it wrong to eat the food you worked for?

The scene dissolved and gave way to another memory.

A scene in which I held my pet fish with my own hands. It was dead.

"Mom, why is there soap in the aquarium?!"

"Oh geez, your cousins were playing in your room. I forgot to tell them to be careful."

"Don't you understand how much I love this fish?! I worked so hard to get it to grow the way it is now. Now it's dead because of some stupid soap!"

"You're such a materialistic child," my mother said, rolling her eyes.

The scene faded away, and another hit me like a dozen of arrows.

On my hands lay my dead pet owl, Ruru.

The reason I lost control of my body on Earth.

It was the day I lost a friend, and I lost my own body.

I lost everyone. My family. My home. My country. My planet. Everything...

Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.

Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.

Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.

Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.

Why must everything I treasure always get taken away from me?

WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A loud and high-pitched moan pulled me from my thoughts and back to reality.

"Hmmm, what's the matter? Are you feeling it? Hmm, you must have enjoyed the feeling. I can see it in your face," the Baroness said with a smile.

Ruvia's face was redder than ever. A look of pure pleasure painted across his face. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open in a silent scream.

That's right...

If you don't want to be taken, you have to take...

Crack...

I heard the noise of my own ligaments breaking.

I felt the pain of my own bones breaking.

I felt the sensation of my own muscles snapping.

"You imbecile. Are you still resisting? All you're doing is hurting yourself," the baroness said coldly.

It hurts.

So much pain that I thought I was going to die at that very moment.

But I was sure...

This is nothing compared to what I lost.

This amount of pain could never compare to the pain of losing someone you treasure.

Slowly, painfully, agonizingly, I stood up from the ground.

[Your vitals has dropped beyond the safety threshold.]

[Your temperament is shifting.]

[Your dominant temperament has changed from 'Voice of Reason' to 'Voice of Violence.']

I wanted to laugh.

I wanted to laugh so badly.

I was still myself.

I was still always going to be myself.

[zzzzzzz....adrenaline....norepinephrine....over-release...detected....zzzzzzz]

[Your pet "Xapkret Slime" has eaten past the food amount required for growth.]

[Your pet "Xapkret Slime" is undergoing a metamorphosis.]

"You actually stood up. You sure have guts, boy. But I'm afraid the results will be the same." The Baroness said as she raised her arm, her ring glowing in the process.

The force pulling me intensified. I fell to my knees.

"AHAHAHAHA ✦."

My sickening cackle echoed throughout the room.

It feels so good.

"What's so funny?" the Baroness snapped.

I smiled at the Baroness.

"This is fun," I replied.

"What are you talking about?" the Baroness yelled.

"Isn't it natural to laugh when you're having fun?"

[Rage. Lust. Greed. Hatred. Malice.]

[Your pet "Xapkret Slime" has attuned to your negative emotions.]

[Your pet "Xapkret Slime's" metamorphosis has been completed.]

[Your pet "Xapkret Slime" has become a "Devil Slime (Black)."]

[This is an announcement to all users of the system.]

[A new threat to the world has appeared.]

[The Eldritch-class Monster, Devil Slime, the Devourer of All Life, has emerged.]