Return of the Mythic Bloodline

Content Warning:

This chapter contains strong language and explicit abusive words that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

"Wait a minute, let me at least read this paper first," I requested.

"Read it once we are inside. If we don't enter today, we will have to wait for next month," Vyaghra replied, grabbing my wrist.

Once again, the shadow beneath us swallowed us whole as I entered that Senseless Dimension. My head began fizzing, and I lost my five senses again.

After barely ten seconds, I found myself, along with Vyaghra, inside a tunnel.

The path in front of us led to a cross passage, while the one behind inclined upward, leading to the surface. On the ceiling, strange stones were embedded at equal distances, serving as the only source of light.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"We are underneath the city. Hide yourself behind that corner—they will be coming soon."

I had so many questions, but seeing the usually calm Vyaghra hurrying me, I decided to hold my doubts and followed his order.

As soon as I reached the corner, the sounds of metal clanking, dragging footsteps, and thunderous cracking echoed through the tunnel, accompanied by the loud voice of a man.

Snap!

"Move your feet, slave!"

Snap!

"Do you want to die before even fulfilling your duty?"

Snap!

The sounds grew closer and closer until numerous people emerged into sight at the crossroad.

They were all handcuffed and linked together by a long metallic chain. Whether men or women, most were naked or wore rags that barely covered anything. Their bodies were imprinted with long, sharp marks that dripped blood.

Beside them were about fifteen people without handcuffs—tall, muscular men, some with long beards, others clean-shaven or bald. They wore skin-tight black pants and sleeveless jackets open at the front. In their hands, they carried whips, which created the thunderous cracks I had heard moments ago.

They must be the kidnappers who abducted people from the city.

"Tsk, this batch doesn't even contain fifty people. Boss is gonna get angry again," kidnapper one muttered, whipping a man in the cuffs at whim.

"There are rarely people who come to the Abandoned Land unless they're banished from the mainland. Since Forlorn City is farthest from the border, most of those people get captured in other cities," kidnapper two replied.

He walked toward one of the captured women and spoke further, grabbing her breast. "We barely managed to capture these by ruining their business in the city."

"These bastards," I muttered, clenching my fist.

"Keep a hold on yourself," Vyaghra whispered, touching my shoulder. "You will witness a hundredfold worse than this where we are heading. I will leave you here if you can't keep your emotions in check."

I tightened my fist and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

{Hold yourself, Raj.}

"Fuck!! You made me horny," kidnapper two murmured and announced, removing his hand from her chest, "Khekhekhe, let's take a break!"

"Are you sure you want to do this now? We're already tight on the clock," kidnapper three asked.

"A little late is fine. Besides, these whores are just going to die there after a few months or years," kidnapper one responded. "Wouldn't it be a waste not to enjoy their ripped bodies while we can?"

{Control, Raj.}

"Yes, he's right!" kidnapper four exclaimed. "And don't forget, we also have those two sluts we captured last night."

Kidnapper three threw his whip to the ground and shouted, "Hahaha, now you made me horny as well!"

"All the male slaves move back, and the female slaves come forward!" kidnapper one announced.

A wave of tremors spread through the captives—the women began shivering where they stood, while the men immediately stepped back, except for one.

"Please spare my wife," the young man pleaded, holding the hand of the woman beside him. "She's pregnant and cannot serve you. I beg you, please spare—"

Thwak!!

Before he could plead any further, a sharp whip landed on his face, tearing off the skin upon contact.

"Aghhhh!" the young man screamed, holding his face.

"Dear husband!" the woman beside him gasped, brimming with tears.

"How dare you tell us what to do?" kidnapper one muttered, holding a whip dripping with the young man's blood.

{You mustn't be reckless, Raj.}

"Pl-please, I-I beg you..." the young man murmured, bowing his head. "Spare my wife and unborn child."

"This bastard is still at it!" kidnapper one snapped and began whipping the young man aggressively.

For the next five minutes, the thunderous sound of the whip striking flesh echoed through the tunnel. The ground turned crimson from the young man's blood. His body, wounded beyond recognition, was barely alive, yet with each strike he pleaded, "Please, spare my wife."

"Husband, please stop," the young man's wife cried, kneeling beside him.

{Suppress your fury.}

"Huff... huff... tsk, this bastard is persistent!" kidnapper one gasped, exhausted from swinging the whip.

"I know how to put him in his place," kidnapper two said, joining in.

A twisted smirk appeared on his face as he asked, "Have you ever defiled a pregnant woman in front of her husband?"

Kidnapper one stared at kidnapper two, and a wicked smile began to unfurl on his face. "I've never had that experience, but just thinking about it is making me hornier by the second."

He grabbed the young man's wife by the hair, pulled her closer, and murmured, "Let's see what kind of expression that bastard makes when I defile you in front of him."

The young man's sclera turned crimson as he shouted in raw fury, leaping at the kidnapper, "I will kill you, monster—"

Thud...

Kidnapper two and three slammed the young man to the ground and pulled his face upward. "Look what happens when you dare to be arrogant!"

Kidnapper one raised his hand and grabbed the only cloth the wife was wearing, and just as he was about to tear it—

{FUCK THE CONTROL.}

His head rolled on the ground and stopped before the young man's face.

After a couple of seconds, his body fell with a thud, revealing me standing behin him, holding the crimson-blooded Vajra in my hand.