“Here I am—gahhh!”
“!!! Dolls—gyaaaa!”
A fool appeared, intending to subjugate the “Slaughter Doll” and make a name for himself among the neighboring countries.
He fired a magic bullet during his self-introduction.
His leader was lost with ease.
He then shot the subordinates who were in confusion like duck hunt.
I’ll let a few escape.
So no more fools come.
But they wouldn’t publicize their leader’s shame.
Another fool appeared the next day.
“Gekishin, I’m here! Sorry if I fought yesterday! I’m going to subjugate you, who was fully prepared—oooooh!”
He was stronger than the first fool.
For a moment, his incredible speed, which ignored the distance, was something to behold.
But his attacks were too monotonous.
Wooden dummies and dolls have no joint restrictions.
They can unleash powerful slashes from behind at will.
When I deflected a slash from behind, which came with a sudden approach during a surprise attack.
The fool called Gekishin, instead of using his speed technique, defensively braced himself and thought of his next move. A foolish strategy.
He should have just created some distance. I unhesitatingly bent both my arms and unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks.
His defensive stance gradually crumbled.
Gekishin’s body was sliced apart as he recoiled, and finally, his throat was cut, and he died.
I thought about what to do with the unresponsive, tuna-like woman, wondering if it was just to kill time.
Sigh, will a woman ever appear?
And yet, on the days I hope for someone to appear, no one does.
Did the survivor of the first fool spread the word about how dangerous I, the wooden dummy, am?
Or did the onlookers, noticing the second fool didn’t return, spread the word?
I’m bored. The woman had irregular spasms, then lost control of her bladder.
She started breathing heavily and suddenly went limp.
“…Can’t be helped.”
I’m bored. I’ll resign myself to the idea that even a tuna can be… taken.
I’ve also managed to strengthen the wooden dummy a bit.
I’ll impregnate the woman’s womb with a child. Or perhaps a monster, a half-demon.
*Zok* *Hek* *Zun*
Rayos diligently engaged in procreation with the tuna-like woman until an intruder arrived, expending his seed to prepare his combat power and body.
Meanwhile, Rikan on the battlefield in the northwest.
Gathering information on the great nation Beilclark where his father, Rayos, and mothers are captured.
He whispers to severely wounded soldiers, offering healing in exchange for information.
If there were a means of contact from within.
His father, Rayos, would cause a riot.
Then, even a great nation would panic with internal and external threats.
This would create an opportunity for some of his mothers to escape.
“…Ugh…”
“I wonder what will come out this time, what will come out~~♪ Oh, a wonderful half-demon♪ Good, good♪ Now, let’s get ready for the next seed, shall we? His food will be enough magic power for the half-demon♪ Wait a moment~~♪”
Rayos smoothly dealt with the intruders and infants, greatly strengthening his body.
He hid subordinate monsters around the abandoned village.
As a security device to inform of approaching intruders.
He physically modified himself.
He now controls the wooden dummy through the magical connection—path—from Rayos’s body.
By thickening the connection, he can share senses and even operate it remotely in real-time.
“Kuh, to see—runnnn!”
“Guuugh, I told you to come here—gyaaaa, monsters!”
The intruders attempted a dawn raid, a surprise attack.
Sharing the vision of the monsters I had watching, I targeted the vanguard of the intruders.
It hit his shoulder.
It was deflected by surprisingly strong armor and talismans.
But then, monsters lying in wait behind him, on their escape route, appeared. As soon as he stopped running, I increased my magic power and hunted them like ducks♪
“Waaaaaaaah!!”
Are these the others heading here?♪ Thank you for showing me your location.
I’ll send a few more monsters.
Only those crawling on the ground, having lost their legs, remain here.
“Is there anything you want to say before you die…”
“Help us?! We were hired—guhhh!”
If you were a woman, I would have spared you.
But you are men.
Your only option is death.
“Nooooooo!”
“Help, help, guh!”
This is the last one.
The monsters seem to be returning now.
“No more will come today, I suppose.”
Hmm, stretching both hands, I’ve finished one job.
Now, to focus on procreation♪
