The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

"Actually, I like it here," Kaisen said, leaning casually against the bars. "I wanna stay a bit longer. Say, Chief... you got a nice home?

Maybe after your lords are done pretending they can keep me here, I'll come pay you a visit. What do you think? Make it a nice little surprise."

The chief visibly shuddered, the color draining from his face. His grip on the keys tightened like they were his lifeline, and for a second, he looked like he might pass out from sheer terror.

"W-what? No! I mean... uh...

my wife—yes, my wife doesn't like guests, especially if the guest isn't a beastkin."

The chief stammered, clearly trying to dig himself out of the hole. But Kaisen wasn't even listening anymore. One word had caught his attention.

"Wife? You have a wife?" Kaisen's grin widened, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then don't worry, Chief. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that'll have her inviting me over and treating me like a god."

"N-No! I willnotallow any of that!"

"N-No! I will

not

allow any of that!"

The chief's voice wavered as his eyes darted around nervously.

"What won't you allow?"

Kaisen teased, leaning in like he was about to share a dirty little secret.

"Huh? W-well, it's... uh..."

The chief fumbled, his brain clearly short-circuiting as Kaisen's grin grew wider.

For the next half hour, Kaisen took pleasure in tormenting the poor guy, casually dropping suggestive hints about his "plans" for the chief's wife.

Every time Kaisen leaned in or gave himthatlook, the chief practically jumped out of his fur, sweating bullets and fumbling over his words like a schoolboy caught looking at dirty magazines.

Every time Kaisen leaned in or gave him

that

look, the chief practically jumped out of his fur, sweating bullets and fumbling over his words like a schoolboy caught looking at dirty magazines.

The poor guy was so terrified of accidentally offending this cocky human that he was one wrong word away from passing out.

The thought of Kaisen breaking out of the prison, raising hell, and starting a war they couldn't win was plastered all over his panicked face.

Elder Lenon was probably fuming somewhere, pissed at the chief for failing to kill this troublemaker the first time around. And if Kaisen decided to get real rowdy, there wouldn't be a "next time."

The chief knew if things went sideways, his life was basically over—and Kaisen knew it too, milking every second of the chief's misery with that devilish grin.

...

The elder hall was buzzing like a hornet's nest poked with a stick, and the meeting was far from over. They had just arrested a volatile human—a ticking time bomb of trouble waiting to go off.

"This guy's a damn monster!" one elder grumbled, his eyes wide. "The only time I've seen this much power was from that Bloodhound General. Ain't no way the humans havetwoof these freaks now!"

"This guy's a damn monster!" one elder grumbled, his eyes wide. "The only time I've seen this much power was from that Bloodhound General. Ain't no way the humans have

two

of these freaks now!"

"If we all work together, maybe we can bring him down before he blows up the whole village," another elder chimed in.

"Exactly! No human filth should strut around here like they own the place!"

Elder Lenon slammed his fist on the round table so hard it cracked under the impact. The man was redder than a boiled lobster, seething with rage.

For so long, he'd been on top, running the show like his own personal playground. Sure, there were six elders, but none of them were half as aggressive as him.

The rest were content to sit back, have their little discussions, and shuffle home to sip tea like the old farts they were. But Lenon? Nah, Lenon had a taste for power like a king at a banquet.

Lenon lived large. Biggest house in the village, finest food, an army of maids, and all the perks a man in his position could desire. He was practically royalty. And since he never went out of his way to screw over anyone else's life, the other elders didn't bother him much.

After all, why meddle in a man's luxury parade if he wasn't causing any problems?

But behind Elder Lenon's fancy robes and fat belly full of privilege, the truth was nastier than a swamp in summer. The man had his dirty paws deep in illegal trafficking—a secret not even the other elders sniffed out. But that wasn't the big issue today.

No, the real problem was that cocky human strutting around like he owned the place. Lenon didn't give a rat's ass about justice or village pride; he just didn't want anyone,especiallya human, with enough power to topple his little kingdom.

No, the real problem was that cocky human strutting around like he owned the place. Lenon didn't give a rat's ass about justice or village pride; he just didn't want anyone,

especially

a human, with enough power to topple his little kingdom.

The thought of bowing or groveling before some outsider? It was enough to make his wrinkled face twitch with disgust.

He needed to squash Kaisen like a cockroach before the "others" showed up for a delivery Lenon was planning—a delivery no one else knew about.

Elder Nora, meanwhile, watched the testosterone-fueled ranting of her fellow elders and shook her head, like a mother watching her kids argue over who gets the last cookie.

"Sure, maybe we could take him down if we all worked together, but then what? That human's power is on another level."

She sighed, rubbing her temples like this whole thing was giving her a migraine.

"Did you evenseehim? When I unleashed my magic, he just stood there like I'd asked him to babysit my cat. Not a single damn muscle twitched. He looked...

bored! What the hell has this guy been through that makes our strongest attacks feel like a gentle breeze on a Sunday afternoon? What kind of monstrous existence pops out something likethat?"

"Did you even

see

him? When I unleashed my magic, he just stood there like I'd asked him to babysit my cat. Not a single damn muscle twitched. He looked...

bored! What the hell has this guy been through that makes our strongest attacks feel like a gentle breeze on a Sunday afternoon? What kind of monstrous existence pops out something like

?"

She glanced around at the other elders, who were now looking at each other nervously. For the first time, it seemed to dawn on them that Kaisen wasn't just some random human. No, he was something else. Something dangerous.

Elder Nora couldn't help but think back to the General—that bastard.

Unlike Kaisen, who had this weird "happy-go-lucky" vibe, like the kind of guy who'd crash a wedding just for the cake, the General's aura was something else.

He could be smiling, but the moment you saw him, you'd feel like you just signed a contract with the Grim Reaper. It didn't matter if he was grinning ear to ear—one wrong word, and you'd find yourself six feet under before you even finished blinking.

The General was bloodlust wrapped in a fake, charming package.

Kaisen, on the other hand? He was like the cocky class clown who somehow knew every trick in the book—and maybe even wrote a few chapters himself.

'Where the hell do these monsters even come from?'

Nora thought, suddenly feeling the weight of just how screwed they all might be.

"So, what now? Are we gonna sit around, hold hands, and sing campfire songs while that human makes a mockery of us? Or maybe contemplate our life choices while we wait for the dog tribe to make us their chew toys?"

Elder Lenon spat, his face red enough to cook an egg on.

"Elder Lenon," Nora said with a calm but sharp tone, "I advise you to think about this rationally. Charging in blindly isn't going to—"

"Don't patronize me, Nora!"

Lenon growled, and a vein popped on his forehead, throbbing like it was about to burst. His pride was as fragile as an overripe fruit, and apparently, he couldn't handle even a sprinkle of logic.

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