Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island

Jax's voice, deep and vibrating with power, echoed from the throne. "I have one final decree before I must withdraw. I know not when I will return, but I trust you to continue controlling and spreading my word across the continent in my name. When I come back, I expect to see at least fifty percent of this land under your dominion and rules."

The air in the temple thickened with unspoken anxiety.

"Furthermore," Jax continued, his gaze sharp, "there is a young woman named Lena who belongs to me: Canonize her. She shall be called the Chosen Divine Maiden."

Lyra, the leader, stepped forward, masking her surprise. "Your wisdom is our guide, My Lord. What is the status of this Divine Maiden?"

"She was responsible for the great march and for the spreading of my faith," Jax announced. "She deserves power and status. She will have a temple under her charge in the center of the continent to aid you. Her status will only be beneath the 120 Virgins, and Seraphina is and will remain the maximum authority below me on the continent."

The women bowed, murmuring their acceptance, but their hearts were a storm of conflicting emotions.

*—*He's leaving? Lyra thought, the relief hitting her like a wave. Thank the gods! We're saved, if only for a time.

The women were officially saddened, offering prayers for his safe return, but secretly, in their hearts, they were deeply relieved. They didn't realize how fortunate they were that Jax hadn't been constantly in the temple until this very time, when he had been continually occupying their temple.

They couldn't walk without the fear of being claimed at any moment. Jax barely had to glance at one; if any woman caught his desire, several Jaxes would appear and fill them until they were completely soaked in semen.

The 8 disciples and Seraphina had lived in a constant state of pleasure to the level of torment, something they didn't know was possible. Their pussies and asses ached with an intense, raw sensation that was both exquisite and unbearable. They felt constantly swollen, their core muscles permanently strained from endless orgasms.

*—My cunt is on fire, Seraphina thought, struggling to keep her posture. It is an honor, a sacred duty, but if I have to ride a divine cock one more time, I might truly break. I can barely sit.

*—Yes, leave, whispered Kael's inner voice, a desperate prayer. Go for a thousand years. We need rest. Our bodies belong to you, My Lord, but they are spent. The cum leaks out of me even when I pray.

Though they felt horribly guilty for harboring such selfish desires, they truly wished that Jax would take a long, long break to give them a much-deserved, necessary rest.

Jax, who could hear their minds, laughed and said, "But before I go, how about I fill you up so you don't feel empty and miss me during this time?"

The faces of the nine fell completely as they covered their pussies and asses, saying, "No, My Lord, please, no more. We are too blessed, too blessed that we cannot endure so much blessing from our Lord Jax. Please, have mercy on your servants."

Jax burst into laughter. He walked up to Seraphina and stroked her chin, saying, "I still remember that when I left, you said every second without me felt like a thousand years, and now you don't miss me anymore?"

Seraphina closed her eyes in shame. She knew that she had even been jealous of Manaia and the others for having him, even when he chose the 8; she was jealous then. But after this time, she was immensely grateful to have others who could share her pleasure and pain, because if she had to satisfy Jax alone, she would die from an excess of pleasure.

"Very well. Since everything is ready, I shall leave. I still have matters to attend to along the way."

Without another word, Jax shot into the sky. Unlike before, since he had reached level 99, his speed had increased immensely. He sensed the presence of the island, and with a gesture of his hand, a golden door appeared. Upon opening, the danger within could be felt. Jax could now open void portals and navigate inside as if he were a fish in water.

Launching himself inside, a ray began to cross the continent at a terrifying speed, so fast that people could barely see the flash before it had already disappeared from their vision.

A mermaid, her iridescent scale tail barely visible in the underwater gloom, was lying beneath the water, her face directed toward the sky. The filtered sunlight danced on her terror-filled eyes.

​Her informants—messengers who moved between the ocean currents and the coastal cities—had long confirmed the horrifying truth: the human she had tried to subdue, the man she had challenged in a crude game of power, was now the new ruler of the world, the God of Dreams, Jax.

​"He is not just a god," she told herself, bubbles escaping her lips with every thought. "He is death for those who oppose him."

​She remembered the reports: it was said that in his presence, the weak died just by looking at him. The ancient gods had faced him and perished. The image of Jax finishing off the Herald of Death in a single, terrifying blow was now a legend she knew too well, a chilling lullaby whispered in the deep.

​"I screwed up," she thought, feeling a knot of icy fear in her chest. "I screwed up because of my pathetic arrogance."

​She knew Jax still had her in his sights. The fear wasn't a guess; it was a tangible fact. Her own underwater palace had been destroyed in a fit of Jax's fury; because of this, she hadn't been in her residence this entire time. She had been here, right in the abyss, at the exact coordinates where she last fought Jax, waiting for him.

​"There are only two options," she murmured to the silent ocean, closing her eyes. "To die… or to be enslaved. But my duty is to my race."

​She had been waiting for him, in that same spot, anticipating the golden flash of his arrival. She wasn't fleeing because she knew that flight was useless. Jax would find her, regardless of the depth or distance.

​Her only hope, her only card, was supplication. She only wanted to beg and plead for mercy on behalf of her race, so that they would not be exterminated from the face of the earth. She prepared herself, desperation and humility etched onto her beautiful but now pale face.

​"When you appear, Jax," she promised, her voice muffled by the water, "I will give you everything you desire. I offer you my body, my kingdom, the submission of my people. Just do not destroy what is left of my world. Have pity on the fear that burned me when I saw the true size of your power."

​And as the mermaid sank a little deeper into the stillness, the shadow of Jax, crossing the void at an incomprehensible speed, approached inexorably.