Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

The clearing went completely silent for a heartbeat—then the entire group of female elves burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Oh my gods!" One shrieked. "They ate poop!"

"The mighty male elves who looked down on chicken actually ate poop!" Another squealed.

"I can't—my stomach—" A third said, nearly falling over. "Oh gods, this is the best day of my life!"

One of the elves leaned forward mockingly and asked,

"So Julius, tell us! How was it? Tasty? Did the poop blend well with the seasoning?"

"Yeah." Another teased, barely holding back her laughter. "You were eating with so much passion earlier, I thought you loved it! Must've been delicious!"

"Maybe you should eat it every day!" Someone else added. "Since it suits your taste so much!"

Lulu stepped forward, barely able to breathe from laughing, and pointed right at Isaac and Rufus, who were also suffering.

"You two! I told you both the other day—you look like someone who eats shit! And now look at you both! I was right! You actually did!"

Her words set the whole group off again, everyone laughing till they could barely breathe.

Meanwhile, Julius and the other male elves stood frozen, faces pale as snow, their eyes wide in horror.

"You...you devil…" Julius croaked. "You did this on purpose!"

"No, no! I swear, it was an honest mistake!" Luca lifted his hands innocently.

"This is against the rules!" Julius barked, trembling in rage. "You can't harm me!"

Luca smirked.

"Harm you? Please. I didn't harm anyone. I just...made a small cooking error. And well...the Gods didn't say anything about serving bad food, did they?"

Before Julius could shout another word, his face suddenly twisted in pain, and he clutched his gut again.

"Bathroom…! Bathroom! I need to get to the bathroom NOW!"

One by one, the other male elves started panicking too, clutching their stomachs and running in every direction.

"Oh no! It's coming out!" One screamed.

"Don't look at me! Don't look at me!" Another wailed, darting behind a tree.

"Hey, that's my spot! Fuck off!"

"Ahhh! It's leaking! It's leaking!"

"Why is mine red in colour!"

Within moments, the once-proud male elves were scattering through the forest, tripping, crying, and yelling in distress while the female elves roared with laughter.

But that came to an abrupt halt when one panicked voice suddenly cried out.

"Oh no! The chicken! The chicken! The chicken is gone!"

Everyone froze.

"What are you talking about?" One elf asked, blinking as she looked around at the floating hens above. "The chickens are right there! Look—flying, clucking, pooping mid-air! You can't miss them!"

But the panicked elf shook her head furiously and pointed toward the table where the trays of chicken were.

"Not those chickens! The fried chicken! It's all gone! The tray is empty! Every last piece!"

A horrified gasp spread through the clearing.

"What?! Already?!" Another elf cried. "But I was going to get seconds!"

"I didn't even get to try it with the sauce yet!" Another wailed, clutching her stomach dramatically.

"I'm still hungry!" Shouted someone from the back. "My mouth is still salivating! It was so good, I could cry!"

"Dammit who stole the chicken?!"

"It has to be the male elves! I swear the next time I see them, I'm gonna choke them out!"

Even the little ones looked heartbroken.

One tiny elf girl tugged on her mother's hand, eyes wide and teary.

"Mommy...no more chicken? Does that mean...I can't eat more chicken ever again?"

Her mother dropped to one knee, pulling her daughter into a tight hug as though it were the greatest tragedy in elven history.

"Yes, my dear." She whispered mournfully, stroking the child's hair. "No more chicken for you."

The mother's voice cracked like she was announcing a death in the family.

All around, elves sighed in despair, some holding their heads, others staring longingly at the empty trays as if they'd lost a loved one.

And that's when a loud laugh echoed through the air.

Everyone turned toward Luca, who was standing proudly with his arms crossed, grinning like a magician about to reveal his final trick.

"I knew this would happen!"

He declared triumphantly.

"I knew my chicken would be so good that you'd all want more. And that's why…" He snapped his fingers dramatically. "…I came prepared!"

Suddenly, a glowing portal opened beside him with a whoosh, and out came a massive table loaded with trays—steaming, sizzling trays of meat.

And to everyone's surprise, it wasn't golden fried chicken this time.

Instead, the pieces were reddish-brown, slightly charred, and gleaming with smoky oil.

The air filled instantly with a mouthwatering, spicy aroma that made every elf's stomach growl in unison.

Luca gestured grandly toward the new feast.

"Behold! When I ran out of fried chicken, I decided to bring something just as good—grilled chicken! Straight from one of the best places in my world."

He looked out over the sea of starving, hopeful faces.

"Now…"

He said, voice rising with playful command.

"…who wants some delicious grilled chicken?"

The silence that followed lasted half a second before absolute chaos broke out.

"ME! ME!" One elf screamed.

"I want chicken!"

"Please! I'm starving!"

"Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"

They swarmed toward him, fighting to grab paper plates from the side, some even tripping over each other.

Within seconds, a horde of elves was standing before Luca, thrusting plates at him desperately.

"Please, please, Hero! I want a piece of chicken!"

"Give me chicken, I'm dying over here!"

"Just one bite! One bite!"

The sight of dozens of elves, eyes shining and hands shaking, was too much.

Luca chuckled devilishly and said,

"Alright, alright...I'll give you all chicken. But first…"

He leaned forward, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"You have to ask nicely."

They looked at each other other confused.

"Not just any 'And please, Hero, give me chicken,'" He continued, voice low and teasing. "No, no, no. I want you to say...'I want your meat.'"

The elves blinked. A stunned silence filled the air.

Luca smirked and went on to say,

"And not just say it. I want you to say it like you mean it. Like you're desperate. As if you've never tasted anything so amazing before. I want to feel your hunger."

"Basically say it like you can't live another second without my meat."

The first elf in line blushed furiously, holding her plate awkwardly.

"W-What? That sounds...weird."

But then she glanced at the tray of grilled chicken, steam rising, the smoky smell wrapping around her like a spell—and her hunger overpowered her shame.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him with pleading eyes and said in a rather lewd manner,

"Hero...please...please give me your meat."

"I want your meat. I-I want your meat in my tummy right now."

Luca bit back a laugh.

"Good girl."

He said with a grin, placing a few pieces on her plate and drizzling some sauce over them.

And seeing that this actually worked, the others lost all their reservation and exploded into a frenzy.

"Hero, Hero, please give me your meat too!"

"I want your meat, please!"

"Put your meat on my plate!"

"Let me taste your succulent meat!"

"I want to lick your delicious meat!"

"Let me gobble your thick juicy meat!"

Just then, a little elf girl, looking no older than seven, pushed forward with her plate.

"Big brother! I also want your meat in my mou—"

But the moment Luca heard this—he panicked and quickly shot his hand out, placing two fingers over her lips.

"No, no, no!"

He said quickly, not daring let someone as young as her say such a statement.

"Little girls like you don't have to ask for it like that."

"As long as you show me your plate, I'll give you some chicken. Okay?"

The girl nodded vigorously as Luca piled a generous portion onto her plate—careful pieces, extra sauce, to which she beamed up at him like he had just handed her the moon.

Luca then looked up at the rest of the crowd—still waving plates, still chanting.

"As for for the adults here, it's still the same so go on...."

He said, voice rising with villainous glee.

"...Tell me how much you want my meat."

"I want your meat, Luca!"

"I want your meat!"

"Please give me your meat, Hero—please!"

"I need your meat right now!"

"Push your meat into my mouth!"

Luca was nearly doubled over laughing now, but he kept playing along, dramatically dropping pieces of chicken onto each plate.

"Yes, yes!"

"You get my meat!"

"You get my meat!"

"You also get my meat!"

"EVERYONE GETS MY MEAT!"

He threw his head back and laughed like a maniac, tossing pieces of grilled chicken like he was feeding a royal court.

"Come forth and claim the Hero's meat!"

The clearing was a mess again—hungry, frenzied, delicious mess.

But off to the side, Luna, Lulu, and Nyx stood watching, all three wearing the same flat, suspicious look.

"…Is it just me." Luna said slowly. "Or does he sound like he's enjoying this way too much?"

Nyx smirked. "Oh, he's absolutely enjoying this. Look at that grin—there's pure mischief written all over it."

"I knew it!" Lulu puffed her cheeks. "He's being naughty again!"

But then Nyx shrugged, "Well...who cares? As long as he keeps giving us chicken, I'll say whatever he wants."

Before Luna or Lulu could stop her, Nyx ran straight toward the crowd, waving her plate.

"Hero! Hero! Please, I want your meat too! Put your meat into my mouth! Or any other hole in my body! It's your wish!"

Luna and Lulu stared, speechless before Lulu stomped her foot.

"If she's getting more chicken than me, I swear—HEY, HERO! ME TOO! I WANT YOUR MEAT FIRST EVEN THOUGH I'M PROBABLY ONLY GOING TO SMELL IT!"

Luna sighed, giving up and joining in.

"NO, ME FIRST! I WANT YOUR MEAT TOO, LUCA!"

Soon, the three of them were part of the madness—each yelling for 'meat,' laughing hysterically along with the rest of the elves.

And somewhere in the back, even Leona, red-faced and flustered, tiptoed forward with her plate, silently holding it out—hoping Luca would just hand her some without making her say anything embarrassing.

But he caught her anyway.

"Ah, Leona! Don't be shy now!" He said with a teasing grin. "You have to ask nicely like the others."

Leona froze, her ears twitching. "…No."

"Come on." He coaxed playfully. "Say it."

Her lips pressed together. "…Just give me the damn chicken."

Luca chuckled and dropped a piece onto her plate.

"Fine, fine. You get a pass—this time."

And with that, the clearing was filled once again with laughter, sizzling chicken, and far too many elves shouting at the top of their lungs—

"I want your meat, Hero! Give me your meat!"

—all the while no one realised that it wasn't the male elves who stole the chicken.

But it was actually Granny Elna, who couldn't hold back after tasting something so good after centuries and was happily feasting on it all the while feeding her daughter underneath a tree.

Meanwhile, her daughter herself happily accepted her mother's offerings—even though she was already a elder herself—as she was just happy to get her mother back and didn't care that she was being spoiled like a child right now.