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Chapter 57 · Nov 02, 2026

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Neo looked at Sai.

”Bring every last mana stone the tribe has stored.”

Sai nodded and left at once.

Minutes later she returned,

two soldiers pushing a heavy cart behind her.

Neo’s eyes widened at the pile of glowing stones stacked high.

”This is everything,” Sai said.

Neo walked over,

touched the cart,

and stored it all.

The system window flashed:

**90,000 mana stones**.

His excitement dropped a notch.

The barbarians had been stronger,

so of course their reserves were bigger.

More strength meant more monster hunts,

more stones.

He checked his own stock—

70,000 left from before.

Total: 160,000.

He sat back on the throne without another word

and opened the rank-up menu.

His desires rose clear.

I will never be second to anyone.

I will build a legacy that lasts.

I will never be forgotten.

I will rewrite who I am.

I will never be at someone else’s mercy.

I will always stay one step ahead.

I will make sure no one can hurt me.

I will become a force people fear crossing.

I will never doubt myself again.

I will make my enemies suffer.

I will protect my people no matter the cost.

He knew the flaws that still clung to him.

Using the intensity of his drive for strength

to avoid ordinary care for his women.

Wanting to hear their needs

yet failing to set priorities right,

so time always ran out.

The chronic need to be the exception—

always right,

never wrong.

He slapped his own cheeks.

From now on he would listen.

He would be kind.

But another flaw sat deeper:

difficulty receiving pleasure without feeling he had earned it.

Fucking them sometimes felt like checking a box

so affection points would not drop.

This was not a game.

There were no second chances he wanted to test.

He still had time.

Next time he touched them

he would hear their emotions and desires fully.

Other cracks remained.

Turning vigilance into exhaustion.

Fear of being forgotten.

Using competence and the times he had saved them

as excuses to dodge vulnerability

and accountability for the cold stretches.

Making love conditional on performance.

Fear of staying average.

First upgrade—mid High Rank.

Second—peak High Rank tribesman.

Power flooded him.

His mana sense stretched outward

until he could feel every heartbeat in the entire tribe behind him.

He was now stronger than the two High Rank fighters

he had seen in the barbarian camp.

Only 20,000 stones remained.

He opened the skill shop and found what he needed.

**Monster Extraction** —

Raise any monster you personally killed as a minion,

provided the corpse is intact.

He bought it,

pulled the pyro ape and the dark beast corpses from his inventory,

and activated the skill.

Blue energy links formed above both bodies,

climbing to 100 %.

The monsters rose,

eyes glowing the same blue.

Neo felt the control settle in his mind.

Their levels matched what they had been in life.

He stored them again without trouble.

The system treated them as animated summons,

not living creatures.

Ten thousand stones left.

He scrolled the shop and stopped.

**Battle Simulation** —

10,000 mana stones.

Replay any previous fight at higher difficulty.

He bought it and activated it.

A list of past fights appeared.

He scrolled until he reached the night

he and Alvina had fucked.

The system counted that as a fight.

He selected it.

The world shifted.

He was inside her again,

cock buried to the hilt,

her tight cunt gripping him.

Alvina’s legs were locked around his waist,

heels digging into his back.

Her tits bounced with every thrust.

”Fuck—harder,” she growled,

nails scoring his shoulders.

Neo pulled out almost all the way,

then slammed back in.

Wet plap-plap-plap filled the tent.

Her juices ran down his balls.

”Ahn—yes—just like that—”

He grabbed her hips and pounded deeper.

The wet slap of skin got louder.

Alvina’s mouth fell open,

eyes half-lidded.

”You like that, don’t you?

Taking my cock like a good little warrior.”

”Shut up and fuck me,” she snarled,

but her voice cracked into a moan

when he angled up and hit the spot

that made her thighs shake.

Plap-plap-plap.

Ahn—ahn—fuck—

Mid-thrust the old desires and flaws pressed in again.

Turning past betrayal into permanent policy.

Staying on guard because of the trauma from his previous life,

keeping every relationship stiff.

Fear of looking ordinary in his women’s eyes,

of lacking enough connection or strength in this world,

of watching them taken,

dismissed,

or mocked.

Using constant control to stay safe,

building armor around every situation.

Difficulty trusting calm.

Knowing emotions shifted.

Fearing someone stronger would appear

and he would fail the comparison.

He was not insecure.

He was realistic.

Strength existed to protect them both ways—

from being taken and from leaving.

Each woman had her own needs and agency.

Gaps of trust would open

if he kept ignoring their emotions,

especially during sex.

Fear of being truly chosen and then failing them.

He did not believe they owed him anything.

He simply refused to let them be disappointed.

He wanted the love between them pure

and unbroken by time or distance.

Strength could not stay his only identity.

He needed more pillars.

He wanted them relaxed enough to share shame

and still be themselves,

the same way he was trying to become.

Neo kept driving into her,

watching her face twist with every thrust.

Her walls clenched hard around him.

He felt her start to cum,

that sharp flutter,

and he pulled free before she finished.

Alvina’s eyes snapped open.

She tilted her head,

still naked,

still dripping,

and smiled.

Neo kicked her square in the chest.

She flew back,

rolled,

and came up laughing,

fists raised.

”As expected from the man I let lead during sex,” she said.

”You’re worthy of me.”

Then the real fight began.

She lunged,

throwing high-speed kicks that left afterimages.

The only reason Neo tanked the attacks

was by predicting her movements a second earlier.

She was a little sore from taking his twelve inches,

her kicks and punches slightly stiff.

She was a beast.

Every punch,

every kick,

every slash closed the gaps he tried to open.

Neo lasted five minutes.

Her final kick caught him in the ribs

and he hit the ground limp.

She finished him.

While she fought,

her own thoughts turned.

She had come because she heard his cum could make her stronger.

Now, trading blows,

she found herself enjoying it.

Refreshed for the first time in a long while.

Desires rose:

become someone her younger self would admire.

Never be abandoned again.

Win this fight.

Own him as her sex slave—

he was that good.

Forgive herself for enjoying the pleasure.

The guilt of letting an enemy chief take the lead

was not true submission.

She wanted to pretend it had not felt good,

yet the truth sat there.

If she kept letting him control her,

one day it might bite her.

That did not kill the desire to feel his cock again.

She wanted to live without constant vigilance,

without checking every shadow for betrayal.

She was chief,

yet she trusted none of the barbarians under her.

Poison in the food was always possible.

She had no one.

Looking at Neo she thought he might be the one—

until he stood up and decided to fight.

Why attack when they had been enjoying themselves?

She hid the emptiness inside,

filling it with fighting.

Strength-seeking only postponed the explosion.

The deepest desire she had never admitted even to herself surfaced:

she wanted to submit willingly,

to be hopelessly pounded and tamed.

Freedom and adventure had been the search

for a man who could do that.

Looking at Neo her eyes widened.

She had let him lead

because some part of her already recognized him.

She was slow to understand

because she relied on strength and fighting

and rarely used her mind.

That was the core flaw—

primitive, brutal thinking.

Poor, simple decisions that hurt her people.

They had even hired an adviser to decide in her place.

Shame and guilt rose.

She had chased personal desire and called it duty.

She was selfish and knew it.

Neo was the first man who had taken her virginity

and could tame her.

For a moment she wondered if he found her unattractive,

not womanly enough.

She touched her chest,

then shook the thought off.

He was the enemy right now.

Attachment this fast was her mistake.

She still wanted to be chosen first

among the hot women around him.

She wanted to test her charm,

hear him praise how good she was in bed,

admit she was better than the others.

Validation.

Pride in her skill.

She would make him say it.

She sighed and lifted her fists.

For giving her that hope and then taking it away,

he would receive punishment.

She was as harsh as she was soft.

She would use the vulnerable moment he had taken against him.

She continued the high-speed kicks

until he could no longer lift a hand.

Neo opened his eyes back in the throne room,

breathing hard even though his body had not moved.

He called Sai again.

”More stones.

Keep them coming.”

All night he ran the simulation.

Two hundred thirty-three times.

He pulled every martial art he remembered from his old world—

kickboxing,

muay thai,

pure dirty street fighting—

and forced them into the fight.

By the last run he could match her hand-to-hand for long stretches,

though she still edged him out.

Morning came.

Neo wiped sweat from his forehead.

His body was fresh,

but the experience sat heavy in his muscles.

Sakura stepped into the tent.

”The barbarians cleared the trap zone.

Twenty minutes.”

Neo stood,

left the tent,

and walked toward Luna

with the rest of the harem at his back—

Martha,

Sakura,

Sai.

The barbarian army appeared on the ridge,

Alvina at the front,

grinning the moment she saw him.

They met in the open ground between the two forces.

”You and me,” Neo said.

”Away from the armies.

Winner takes five years of the loser’s food stores.”

Alvina nodded.

Her warriors roared behind her.

Neo’s people—

Martha,

Luna,

Sakura,

even Sai—

shouted back.

Alvina’s smile sharpened.

”Hope you’re ready.

I won’t hold back.”

”Same.”

Neo turned once more to Luna.

”Keep the formation no matter what.”

Luna nodded.

The two armies surged forward

and crashed into each other

as Neo and Alvina sprinted the opposite way,

deep into the forest.

They ran until the trees opened onto a quiet lake

Neo had never seen.

”Found it last night,” Alvina said.

”Figured this was a good place to end you.”

Neo tossed his spear aside and lunged.

Alvina laughed.

”Hand-to-hand?

That’s my specialty.”

Her eyes widened when Neo’s kick nearly took her head off.

She twisted just in time,

dust exploding under her feet.

She laughed again.

”As expected from the man I let lead during sex—

you’re worthy of me!”

She drove a stronger kick into his ribs.

Dust flew.

The impact sent Neo skidding across the ground.

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