"Darak, how did your wife even get poisoned? There isn't even any poisonous plant in the vicinity, and as far as a venomous beast biting her? She is an Origin Realm for gods' sake!"

​"Yes…We even have demonic beasts of the area. But none are as poisonous as the one that bit your wife, Darak."

​"And what about your other wives?"

​Outside Darak's personnel tent, three men surrounded a tall man. They were his friends, who had come to inquire about his wife. After all, she, too, was one of the strongest warriors in their House. Naturally, most of them panicked.

"...You don't have to worry about that, she is being treated now and will be fine by today…I guess"

​Hearing his words, their friends sighed in relief, and one by one they bid him their goodbyes and well-wishes.

​Darak stood there for a few seconds before deciding to check on Xinyi and his other wives. Even though he often neglected Larae and Lirae, he still cared about them. After all, no matter what, they were at the end of his wives.

Xinyi, though…Xinyi was different.

​She wasn't just his first wife; she was his anchor. That woman had stood with him when he had nothing, when his cultivation had stagnated for a period of time. That woman had held his hand and comforted him.

​She was the heartbeat of his home, the lantern that kept a bit of shine at night.

​Larae and Lirae…No, he didn't treat them as well as he should have. But he had chosen them, bought them into his house, and promised them protection.

​They had become his responsibility. It was a bit of clumsy love that deteriorated over time as his love for Xinyi far surpassed theirs. But still, it was his duty to check on them.

And even if something unexpected happens, what could that ant even do? Shaking his head, he walked towards the direction of his wife's tent.

​It was a bit far, but with his speed, he quickly reached the tent and stood there.

Stepping towards the entrance, Darak lifted the flap of the tent—

​And froze

​The scent hit him first, heavy, musky. It felt…wrong.

​Pillows were torn, blankets scattered. Clothing…his wife's clothing lay torn on the ground. Darak's heart skipped a beat. But when he looked around, his breath left his body.

​On the bed—his bed, lay his wife Lirae. She was sleeping on their back with hard pink nipples exposed to the cold air. Skin glistening with sweat, their bellies swollen.

Darak's eyes went bloodshot as he saw bruises across her throat, breasts, and the inside of her thighs. Hickeys were more visible than their own skin.

​Beside her, equally spent, lay Larae. The twins were curled against each other, their bodies trembling from time to time with dry seed glistening obscenely on their stomachs, breasts, and between their legs.

​Darak's mind fractured as he stared, unblinking. The reality of the truth carved itself into his skull with slow, deliberate cruelty. His wives, his possessions—reduced to this. Defiled,used.

​Before he could even think further,

​Snnkchk!

​A small knife pierced his shoulders, "W-What!?" He hurriedly stepped back and hastily removed the knife. But to his horror, his veins darkened. Strength slowly left his body, and with a thud, he fell on his knees.

​A low, dark chuckle echoed from behind him. His meridians and his core sealed.

​"W-What did you do, you bastard!? I-I'll kill you!" Strangely, he could still talk, but couldn't turn his head.

​Rahu stepped forward, barefoot and shirtless. His black hair hung loose and wild, and a predatory smile slowly stretched across his face.

But Darak's eyes turned bloodshot when he saw the woman hanging on his shoulder, his first wife, Xinyi!

​His wife.

​His world!

Her arm hung limp, head resting against Rahu's back as if she belonged there.

​"BASTARD!!"

​Slap!

​Rahu's hand moved, his scream earned him a tight slap across his face, and a few even broke and fell on the ground. His face turned red from the strike. It wasn't physical; it was plain…humiliation.

Rahu clicked his tongue.

​"Scream like that one more time, and I'll fuck them all. In front of you…again" Darak shut his mouth in an instant, cold sweat dripped down his face. Now, he was truly scared.

​"Mhm, behave like a good little bitch. I might just consider letting you live," Rahu murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. This guy's situation was truly pathetic and…pitiful. Heh, who was he kidding? If given time, he would love to beat the shit out of him.

​"Well, I could've chatted with you a bit more, but unfortunately, I'm a busy man. Too many things to take, too many lives to ruin." Rahu shook his head. Stepping towards the bed, he gently lifted Lirae and Larae and flung them on his shoulders.

​"Hey..!" His voice cracked. "Where are you—!?"

Rahu turned, a single raised finger silencing the room.

​"Shh, they are sleeping, you know."

​A small glimmer on the tip of his fingers.

Slash.

​A wet snk echoed, sharp. The light flicked across Darak's mouth, his tongue severed mid-cry. He jerked his head involuntarily as intense pain flared like lightning.

​"Ghh—! Hhk! MMh!"

​His voice turned into animalistic whimpers, watching him struggle, Rahu nodded.

​"Well, just for safety, you know? I need a few seconds to get out of here, and I'd hate for a freshly cucked man to ruin the moment with all that screaming." Rahu grinned. Darak's hate shot through the roof, even with his meridians sealed and bloodline in a conflict with the poison.

​He glared at Rahu with pure hatred in his eyes. If eyes could kill, Rahu would be dead a thousand times over—but they did not.

​"Heh, remember my name. Uhar Kindhar, I won't kill you just yet. After all, you're too useful to be dead. If you want your wives back, you'll have to fight our leader first. Heh, good luck and thanks for the meal! Bahahaha!!"

Saying that, black lightning flashed and Rahu disappeared with his three wives!

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