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[C.G] Ch 233: Return to the Kuroinu World
🕑 Added 2025-09-01 18:47:24 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
Kuroinu
The old world was shrouded in a strange haze of pink and violet.
High above the skies, a lone figure stood suspended in the air.
"So… without Black City and the protection of the Seven-Shield Alliance, the whole world became a domain of Lust?"
The coronation of Veyron as World Monarch of Treeborn had barely ended before he tracked down the coordinates of the Kuroinu World in the void and returned for another visit. One glance at the corrupted land below told him exactly why the world had fallen this far.
He was about to purify the place when something caught his attention. His gaze shifted toward the west—toward the enormous hollow left behind when the Pure Land had been completely ripped away.
At the heart of that hole, connected to the corpse of the dead World Tree, he saw them.
Humans, demons, beastkin.
Male, female… even futanari.
Tens of millions of Lust's followers, now under the command of newly birthed "descendants" of the Evil God after Veyron's last purge, were sketching a twisted mark with their bodies and blood—something that looked disturbingly like a sigil pointing straight to their god.
After that, they all indulged freely, abandoning themselves to endless pleasure.
What drew Veyron's attention wasn't the massive ritual orgy, but what lay behind it: with every act, a clear, directional signal was building, spreading out into the void with this world as its beacon.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what they were doing.
They were transmitting this world's coordinates to the same Outer God that had corrupted it.
What a coincidence.
Veyron hadn't come back here just to "cleanse" the world. His real goal was to see whether this place—once touched by that god's projected power—could give him some way to track down its true body. He wanted a talk.
With a single thought, the laws of the area bent around him. He entered a state where he could not be observed, and simply stood there, right above the ritual site, watching it unfold in plain view.
Days of madness passed.
Finally, a response came from the void.
The followers erupted in ecstasy, their frenzied indulgence becoming even more unhinged.
Empowered by this frenzy, a gate ripped open at the center of the ritual ground.
Six figures stepped through.
"Again with this kind of trash? Creatures that can't even restrain their basest urges?"
The first to speak was a tall, slender woman whose delicate brows furrowed as she glanced at the debauchery around them.
Millions of faithful losing themselves to pleasure in order to link to God's essence—that was expected.
But the chosen ones—the high-ranked servants blessed just like them—were no better. If anything, they were more frenzied than the masses.
"Isn't that normal, my dear sister~?"
A mature woman in skintight leather, her voluptuous figure outlined perfectly, cracked a spiked whip across the back of one of the female servants. The sharp snap tore open a vivid red welt.
The servant didn't even look angry. His whole body spasmed, already teetering on the edge of collapse.
The sight made the leather-clad voluptuous woman giggle darkly. She was clearly one of Lust's sadistic devotees.
"Alright, whatever you two sisters want to argue about, save it for when we're back home."
Seeing the slender girl about to speak again, one of their companions cut in before things could escalate. He knew if the sisters started bickering, they'd never stop. "The way these people have fallen is actually good for us.
"If they all stayed perfectly sane, the Empire would've had a hard time justifying the price it paid to open this gate for us."
"Exactly."
Another companion nodded in agreement. His eyes swept over the writhing masses until they landed on a handsome boy in the middle of an orgy. His gaze brightened. With one swift kick, he sent the wagon rocking apart and grabbed the boy by the collar.
"Since they're all lost already, we'll stick to the usual rules. Royalty, church, and nobility—pick a direction, and keep moving until you hit the edge of this world. Whatever you manage to claim is yours. After the first round of harvesting, we'll fully open the gate and turn this place into the Empire's nine-hundred-and-ninety-sixth reserve troop base."
"Fine by me, Your Highness. We'll do it your way."
The others nodded their agreement.
The six split into three groups: the sadistic older sister and the slender younger sister together; the quick-witted man and the young prince known for his tastes in men as the second group; and finally, the two cloaked figures, their genders hidden beneath heavy hoods.
With directions chosen, the groups went their separate ways.
They moved swiftly, collecting unusual resources whenever they came across them. After half a day's travel, nearly ten thousand kilometers from the gate, the younger sister slowed to a halt. She turned to her companion.
"Sis… are you really alright?"
"Relax. I've never forgotten Mother and the Archbishop's teachings."
The older woman's tone was casual, but firm. "I've no intention of ending up like those idiots who can't survive without clinging to a man."
The younger sister said nothing, but the worry etched in her brow eased just a little.
She had been concerned about her sister's state for some time now, but she also knew her well. Even if both of them served the supreme Lord of Pleasure, there was no way her strong-willed sister would ever debase herself like those "tools"—spreading their legs for anything with a demand, often not even human.
"Really? No problems at all?"
A stranger's voice suddenly cut through the silence. "Because from what I see, you're the one most deeply corroded by Lust's rules. More than the other five combined, in fact."
"Who's there?!"
The younger sister's face went pale. Her clothing erupted into sharp, thornlike spikes. The older sister reacted instantly, lashing her spiked whip in wide arcs around them, trying to flush out the unseen intruder.
"Don't panic. I'm just an ordinary man—one with some old grudges against the thing you worship. I'm looking for a chance to settle them."
Veyron stepped calmly into view before the sisters. "If you don't mind, could you show me what lies beyond that gate of yours?"
"!!!"
Both women froze, instinctively trying to send a warning to their companions and the others waiting on the far side of the portal.
But it was pointless. From the instant this man revealed himself, they couldn't even move a thought.
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