Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 460: Pig Slaughter

Kaiden’s fingers closed around an ankle. From Maximilian’s point of view, it was all noise: his own ragged breaths, the scrape of his palms on metal, the jolt when the world yanked him back like a hooked fish. He pulled with everything he had, exerting so much effort that his eyes bulged and mouth stretched in a silent scream... And, despite all that effort, he still slid backward, helpless. The grip was iron.

A kick struck his side, and the air whooshed from him. He toppled onto his back. Kaiden sat on his chest, towering over the man, and flexed both fists.

The beating was deliberate. These were not quick, panicked jabs but a measured, methodical punishment. Each impact landed with bone-shuddering force; Maximilian’s protests shredded into choked, sputtering noises. Blood darkened the floor beneath him. His face swelled, features already rearranging from the blows; a crushed cheek, a nose that wouldn’t sit straight. He tried to raise his arms in defense, but the world folded over him.

Between blows, Kaiden spoke with an utterly terrifying voice that would haunt his victim even in the afterlife.

”You tried to put your filthy hands on my Nyx.” *CRACK!* The sound of Maximilian’s orbital bone collapsing was sickeningly loud in the small room.

”You nearly broke Alexandra. You made it so she is too ashamed of herself to even face her parents.” *CRUNCH!* Kaiden’s fist smashed directly into his windpipe, the impact stealing Maximilian’s ability to scream, leaving him only with a desperate, bubbling gasp for air.

”For every slave collar you forged, for every starved body, for every drop of blood you spilled in this accursed facility.” *SMASH!* Kaiden drove his fist down into Maximilian’s face, fracturing bones.

The sound of his punches landing on the man’s face filled the whole room, reverberating off the steel walls so loudly that the poor chained woman flinched with every impact.

Wrath built inside Kaiden with every strike, becoming a furnace that fed on names, images, and the memories of faces twisted in fear. The punches came harder, more animalistic, and his voice grew rawer, more consumed. The room tasted of iron and fury.

But then, out of nowhere, hands seized Kaiden’s arms from behind.

”Master... It’s enough. Please...” Bastet’s voice was calm yet urgent, pleading. The tanned felinid looked like a woman ready to tear a mountain apart to keep what she loved intact, but now, she knew that tearing anything apart was not the smartest choice.

Calypso leaned close and nuzzled her face against Kaiden’s bloody arm, enjoying the brutality of her man, evidenced by her bright eyes that shone with an unsettling adoration. ”Darling~” she purred, ”I know you want him dead. But Bastet told me that if we kill him now, your people will hate you for it.”

Even if the demoness was a bit confused about human governance, it was clear what she meant. The law would not look kindly upon him. After all, he was no longer protecting the defenseless woman from Maximilian; he was simply torturing the man for his satisfaction. They’d already committed a lot of crimes; adding murder to the mix wouldn’t be ideal.

This must’ve been what the tanned felinid explained to the demoness as the two watched their lover utterly destroy their enemy.

They only stepped in when they knew it was life or death for Maximilian.

”But Darling, I hope you know that no matter what you do to this man, I’ll always be on your side,” the demoness added. To her abyssal mind, it was more than justified for the victor to kill the defeated, especially if there was so much hate between them.

Her words were a promise: she loved his violence, she understood it, and she would stand by him whether he bent the rules or obeyed them. That smile, tender and wicked, carried the weight of both comfort and consent.

But instead of taking the words of his gorgeous demoness to resume the beating, Kaiden’s fists stilled. His breath came in great, ragged pulls. For a long second, he only listened: the hiss of blood, the whimpering of the man, the heavy inhales of the chained woman.

Kaiden let his arms go.

The room seemed to exhale with him. He didn’t smile. He didn’t apologize. He simply sat there with the last of the storm receding from his eyes as he watched the broken man beneath him gasp and twitch.

Kaiden rose to his feet.

The blood-soaked ground squelched beneath him as he stood. His gauntlets were still retracted, his hands slick with red. Beneath him lay what was left of Maximilian: face swollen beyond recognition, eyes barely open, teeth scattered across the floor like broken pearls. Blood trickled down his jaw and pooled beneath his head. His breath rattled wetly, every inhale a strained struggle.

This man was a goner. Or at least he would’ve been in the old world before walking cheat codes, namely the awakened with Healer-type classes, arrived.

Kaiden looked at him only once. There was not a single bit of remorse in his eyes, perhaps not even satisfaction. As far as Kaiden was concerned, he only did what Maximilian had forced him to do.

He turned away and walked to the bed where the chained woman still sat frozen.

Her entire body flinched when he approached.

The chains were thick steel, bolted to the bedframe. Kaiden simply gripped the cold iron with his bare hands.

Metal groaned.

Screws snapped.

With a final sharp crack, the restraints came apart.

She stared at him as though he were a monster.

Blood stained his jaw, his hair, his neck. His eyes still glowed red with wrath. His chest rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths. He was terrifying beyond words, not just because of his appearance, but because she had just seen what he could do.

”Can you walk?” Kaiden asked with a voice that was entirely different from what the woman expected, seeing his face.

For a heartbeat, she couldn’t speak. She only trembled. Her gaze darted to the ruin on the floor, her tormentor, the one who owned her.

Broken and bleeding and powerless.

Her lips parted. ”Yes...”

She reached for the bedsheet with shaking hands, wrapping it around her battered body. When her bare feet touched the cold metal floor, her knees buckled, but she caught herself.

She walked.

She stepped out into the hall and froze.

Dozens of others stood there, already released by the two monster girls, while Kaiden busied himself with Maximilian.

Women. A few men. She knew most of them, at least from sight, even if she never interacted with most of them. Every one of them was bruised, scarred, marked by restraints or worse, just like her. They stood barefoot on the steel floor, clothes replaced with nothing but sheets clutched to their bodies.

Then Kaiden stepped into the hallway behind her.

A wave went through the silent crowd.

There was no fear, no horror. Only relief.

They stared at him with tear-filled eyes, raw gratitude overflowing without words. Lips trembled. Some pressed their hands to their mouths. Others dropped to their knees, letting sobs break free but muffled, as if they were afraid to be too loud.

”T-Thank you...”

”Thank you... thank you-”

”Please... don’t leave us...”

Kaiden stood still for a long moment.

He listened.

To their quiet sobs.

To the broken way they breathed.

To the weight of the nightmare he had just shattered.

Finally, he spoke.

”It’s over.”

”It’s time you get out of this nightmare.”

”Let’s go.”

They began to move.

But before they could take more than a few steps...

A new voice cut through the air.

Male. Calm. Amused.

”I’m amazed. You always manage to do something so outlandish, rookie.”

Kaiden stopped.

He knew that voice.

Levi the Whirlwind.

The government’s men were on the scene.