The Harem King 83 Chapter 83

"Boss, I'm outside. Open up."

"Hannes? You stupid f.u.c.k! Why did you bring a f.u.c.king cultivator with you?!"

"She wants to talk, boss. We don't want her to get angry."

"I can clearly see that it's a man out there! What are you talking about? Have you gone bat dumb, Hannes?! Is that it?!"

"I'm sorry, boss. I got to do what i gotta do." the talk between former master and servant hasn't fail to amuse me once more.

I could only reckon that the original Mr. Hannes has a good sense of humor in him. Too bad that he had repressed it all so deeply.

If not, then he could have made it big as a comedian or a showman in front of the elites of society.

Like a funny trapped monkey doing jumping tricks to amuse a group of sad people who can't find laughter in their own lives they had to pay in order to experience it. Pathetic!

But i digress, the game was on and I stood immovable on my spot. As one of the few audiences on the seats, i would happily immerse myself in this spectacle and enjoy a fight between insects.

Nothing beats free entertainment after all.

"BANG!" Hannes threw rapid punches directly before him. He may have added some kicks in the combos to mixed it up but i was focused on what was happening inside than his little ineffective theatrics.

The invisible barrier held up but my good slave didn't let up in his efforts. At least, i have to give him some applause on that alone.

"BOOM!" a deafening sound announced its advent and with that single roar, Hannes evaporated from the scene.

Only tiny bits of liquid droplets were left of him as it left smoking holes in the already misty cold haze of the snow.

And after a breath, the scattered pieces of him pulled themselves together to form an untouched Mr. Hannes in their midst. Even his three-piece business suit was remolded anew along his rejuvenated self.

"HANNES! STOP THIS INTANT! DO YOU US TO GET CAUGHT?!" i heard the familiar voice of my other good friend. He hasn't changed one bit.

"Then will you let us in, boss?" Hannes, the human and machine in one, asked.

"ONLY YOU. I DON'T WANT A f.u.c.kING LUNATIC CULTIVATOR NEAR ME!"

"I'm sorry, boss. I can't do that."

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!" Thus, my pet continued on his pitiful a.s.sault on the impregnable fortress of his boss.

A second he would get obliterated and the next he would stand up whole again, and repeat the process once more.

When Hannes got squashed for the hundredth time, i could notice a lag in his restoration time.

He was going to get beaten slowly but surely and Hannes would never want to give up that easy especially with me in one of the seats of honor watching his sorry attempt of jump, roll, and tackle.

"WHOOSHHH!" A vertical light of doom marred the day to an even brighter shade.

The change was so apparent that i would even gamble that half the world would have seen that blinding light from the comforts of their own homes.

"HANNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" Ooppps, don't lose your s.h.i.+t now. I am still imagining many creative forms of torments for one as special as you. I mused at my pet's raging boss.

"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS HANNES!" and the voice left.

I reckoned that this would be an auspicious time for me to intervene. Else my game would escape to parts unknown with his cheeky teleportation device.

SIGH!

How has my life turned out like this? Catching sneaky rats in my spare time. I shook my head and traversed out of existence.

"Do you need some help with that?" said i. There was a man in the center of a group of big muscled men.

Tsk tsk.

Though i realized that here were also women amongst the group of twisted monsters but i has not the heart to call them that. Gone were their innate beauty.

And even the allure of softness vanished with how hard everything of theirs appeared to be. Such a waste indeed.

"Welcome to my humble dwelling, Esteemed Cultivator. What can i do you for?" Now he gets to talk sweet. What a delicious honey pot. I smiled at the man and continued my act.

"Did you not hear me earlier? I asked if you need help with that thing on your wrist. Did it malfunction? Perhaps you forgot to change the power source?"

Even as i uttered my piece, the man still kept tinkering the valued item on his person.

"What do you want?" the man clenched his teeth as he said these words to me.

"I want you to die. Can you do that for me? Boss." i added the last word in an obvious tone of derision.

"Kill the d.a.m.ned cultivator!" and there goes my fun. My prey turned his back on me and flew out from the area in a blaze of crimson. A nimble mouse indeed.

I smiled and addressed the large men and women who rushed freely upon myself. They stood 10 feet tall but their size has not diminished their speed one bit. I guessed it even boosted it with how lengthy the strides they were taking.

"Do you know what i don't like the most?" i asked to no one in particular.

But even while i caressed the words in my mouth, time seemed to drastically slow down the big ants who invaded my comfort zone.

"TIK!"

"TOK!"

5 meters...

4

3

2

1

An inch later...

And everything went still.

Some were above me in a plan to crush me who laid static beneath their elevated forms. While others shadowed my entire body completely as all i could see were the bulging ma.s.ses of flesh and muscles.

These fools really were dumb. I threw a question out and they ignored me. Guess i had to go on and answer my own query as usual.

"Ants who stood taller than me."

"CREAK!" The breaking of bones was music of my ears. But even as the gooey muddle of more than twenty gorillas laid decapitated beneath my feet, an unseen force dragged their broken pieces afresh.

"A good trick. But that's all it is. A trick and nothing more." i smiled at the pitiful creatures and flicked a finger in my wake.

"SOUL FLAME."

"Be free." these were my parting words and what followed was the roar of dragons.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Their voices so horrible to hear that there was a moment when i reconsidered on giving them another chance at life. But i shook my head and left without another word.

A broken thing can be recycled over and over again. It would appear perfect outside but deep within its core was a mess that i do not want myself looking at day in and day out.

Such was the fates of the weak and the luckless. A few breaths later 29 giants rested in one piece on the stony floors.

Their bodies were intact but inside them was a hollowed crater with their soul scorched to nothingness.

"This is a good ride. Where are you taking me, boss?"

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