Zero Thinking, Only Bonking

From where Hiro and Tara stood, the sight resembled a small volcano erupting with cum.

"What is that!?" Tara asked.

The Desolate Lands weren't exactly a safe place. Their decision to make out in the open was actually both foolish and careless—it was just that Hiro did not particularly care…

"Sorry, My Lord. But we should head back to camp and check on my parents' safety."

Despite his reluctance, Hiro couldn't deny the logic in her words.

"Sigh. Alright. Go quickly wash your face in the river, and then we'll set off."

Tara obliged.

Hiro regarded the cock-shaped building with a serious expression.

This was the second time that day he had been stopped from entering a woman with his cock.

"You and I have a personal grudge now," he said, glaring at the BBC-like structure with an almost comical seriousness.

Clearly, this was important to Hiro, and he was far from pleased about the interruption.

The cock-shaped building, however, remained unresponsive to Hiro's glare. It simply stood there, menacingly.

"Why are you staring at it like it killed your parents, My Lord?" Tara asked upon returning.

"That's because it killed our fun time, dear Tara," he replied smoothly.

Tara's cheeks flushed red.

"Let's go, shall we?" Hiro said with a grin.

Tara nodded in agreement.

As they sprinted back toward the camp, Hiro said, "About our earlier agreement. I only promised not to make the first move on your mother. If she's the one initiating, I won't push her away."

"Whaaat!" Tara groaned.

"You only asked me to leave your mother alone. But there's not much I can do if she won't leave me alone."

"She wouldn't do that!" Tara said, but she did not sound very convinced.

Having experienced intimacy with Hiro herself, she found it addictive. If her mother had already tasted the forbidden fruit, would she be able to resist coming back for more?

Tara wasn't sure.

"Sigh… Okay." She begrudgingly accepted his words. She would really need to have a good talk with her mother!

With that, the duo continued sprinting back to the camp.

A few minutes earlier…

Back near Hiro's starting location, Furina was done setting up the tent, which resembled a medieval pavilion more than a typical camping tent.

She stepped out of the tent to breathe in the fresh air and ponder her next move. Perhaps she could set up a campfire?

But before she could act, the cock-shaped building erupted, leaving her both baffled and frightened.

It was as though she had suddenly remembered that she wasn't on a family picnic. She was a mere Level 1 human in a barony with an Area Level far beyond her capability.

To make matters worse, she was completely alone!

Furina stood frozen in place, her eyes fixed on the oddly shaped building, watching to see if anything else would happen.

Several seconds passed without incident. And yet, something did happen.

Furina began walking toward the BBC-shaped building, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

An overwhelming urge to meet whoever was inside the building consumed her mind.

She had wandered about 50 meters from the camp when Hiro's image suddenly flashed in her mind, snapping her out of her stupor.

Glancing around, she questioned what had just happened to her.

'Was I sleepwalking or something?' she wondered.

But she hadn't even been sleeping…

She noticed the area had grown foggy. The air had turned colder, and she could faintly hear a distant sound.

Whatever it was, it wasn't good. Fear gripped her, but thankfully, even through the fog, she could make out the faint outline of the tent.

She sprinted back to the tent as fast as her legs could carry her, diving inside as though escaping a predator lurking in the wild.

Once inside, she sat on the ground, hugging her knees tightly, praying desperately for Hiro and her daughter to return quickly. She needed their company more than ever.

Unfortunately, company did arrive, but it wasn't the kind she had hoped for.

Footsteps echoed outside the tent—multiple, definitely more than two. In fact, they sounded like the movements of four-legged creatures.

As the creatures neared the tent, their footsteps slowed to a deliberate pace.

Furina's breathing grew labored with fear. To avoid making any noise, she pressed her hands, which had been wrapped around her knees, over her mouth. She desperately prayed that whatever was outside wouldn't look inside the tent.

The terror she felt was akin to a camper realizing that a pack of bears or lions was prowling just outside their tent.

The creatures continued to move, but instead of leaving, they seemed to be circling the tent.

Then, entrance flap was lifted, and what Furina saw nearly made her heart leap out of her throat.

Her gaze locked onto a female green goblin mounted atop a creature that resembled a wolf.

'This is the end,' she thought, closing her eyes and offering no resistance.

Then, she heard a noise outside—a dull, resonant thud followed by the crack of something breaking and a sickening squish, as if something meaty had been crushed.

The goblin rider, startled by the disturbance, released her grip on the tent flap.

Furina opened her eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of Hiro through the rapidly closing flap, and a wave of immense reassurance washed over her.

Even though Hiro had claimed to be only Level 1, Furina couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him. After all, how else could he have been appointed as a Ruler in the Desolate Land?

Typically, when new Rulers ascend, their territories border those of other Rulers who are of comparable strength and worship the same God. But here in the Desolate Lands, there were no neighboring Rulers in adjacent baronies. It was a Godless land...

Outside the tent, each swing of Hiro's steel club claimed the life of a goblin rider or her mount. Yes, for some reason, all the goblin riders were female.

The monsters attempted to resist, but their efforts were futile.

Whenever their weapons neared Hiro, they encountered an invisible force pushing against their weapons, giving Hiro ample time to dodge.

As for the steel club, Hiro had purchased it from the stone tablet's shop at the steep price of 5 gold coins.

Hiro prioritized the dire wolves first. Using Ultimate Force Telekinesis was more economical on inanimate objects, making it cheaper to target the goblin riders' weapons rather than the living wolves. With his Carna reserves running low, he needed to be efficient rather than flashy.

[Carna: 22 (125 -> 22)]

The massive drop in Carna was the result of killing just three hobgoblins from before, though much of it had been spent on the last one while assisting Tara.

It was worth noting that 'Exile' didn't work on monsters. Hiro couldn't simply cleanse his Realm by casting Exile on every monster he encountered; the ability was limited to civilized species like humans and elves.

'This club actually suits me quite well,' Hiro noted mid-combat.

The reason he had chosen a club over a sword or spear was simple—he wasn't a skilled fighter. A sword required expertise to unlock its true potential.

A club, on the other hand? All it required was brute force. Hiro's Divine Class essentially made him a walking bundle of stats. His strength didn't lie in refined technique but in the sheer advantage of his inflated stats for his level.

'There's no need for me to think,' Hiro mused as he swung at a dismounted goblin.

'All I need to do is bonk their heads.' The goblin crumpled, lifeless.

Zero Thinking, Only Bonking—that was what Hiro decided to call his fighting style. He felt rather pleased with his naming sense.

Meanwhile, a strange man observed the fight in silence, hidden among the trees some distance away.

His beige, rough-textured skin contrasted with the locks of hair tied into several braids that reached his shoulders. His ferocious eyes glinted with lust as he watched the voluptuous Furina rush out of the tent to embrace Hiro after he was done decimating the monsters.

He scanned Tara next, his gaze lingering on her curves, before finally settling on Hiro.

He hesitated briefly before silently leaving the area, a specific destination in mind. He was going to call some 'friends.'