Chapter 712

〈Chapter 712〉 Part 2, Chapter 5, 06

<At that moment, ????>

“…Hm.”

A woman with long black hair was lying face down on the bed, completely absorbed in watching what appeared to be Magical Gear footage.

“Pfft.”

She couldn’t hold back her laughter. Her darkened eyes were filled with images of blond, blue-eyed young men being attacked by emerald-colored slime.

“Penril, you do get things done when you want to.”

“Azidahaka-sama, here’s your snack.”

The woman called Azidahaka had a blonde, blue-eyed butler carefully placing a tray on the bed beside her. The fine plate, looking fit for a royal banquet, held a black cookie with a white marshmallow placed neatly in the center.

“Thank you. Just leave it there.”

Azidahaka seemed uninterested in the cookie. The butler furrowed his brow and lowered his voice.

“Eating like this while lying down…”

“Or what? You’re telling me to miss out on this golden fun, huh?”

While watching multiple screens displaying the action, Azidahaka took a bite of the cookie. Black crumbs scattered all over the bed, and the butler barely managed to swallow the words he was about to say.

“Look at that, look! They’re publicly announcing it now. That so-called Commander is definitely blonde and blue-eyed. Looks like we don’t need to worry about the UK side anymore?”

“So what should we do? Pull back our troops?”

“…Well, I guess we should. Penril’s having fun right now, no reason for me to butt in unnecessarily.”

Azidahaka regretfully licked her lips as she shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth. As she chewed it with sharp fangs, she suddenly scrunched up her face.

“Hey, are you crazy?”

“Yes?”

The butler braced himself as Azidahaka suddenly spoke. Here it comes. He tensed, wondering what kind of hysteria she would unleash this time.

“I specifically told you to bring milk when I eat this!!”

Phwoosh.

The butler felt an intense pain as if being stabbed in the heart by a shadowy black form. The shadowy hand tore out his core-heart from his body.

“For…just milk…?”

“Hmph, just milk?”

Azidahaka glared with fiery eyes as she poked the core with her finger. Each poke caused the butler, now reduced to a core, to feel as if his heart was being stabbed.

“Why eat this without milk?”

Though the butler felt deeply wronged, Azidahaka was the superior. Losing his physical form, the butler fell to the floor while Azidahaka turned her attention back to the screens with a satisfied smirk.

“Tch. Penril’s getting all the good stuff.”

Her alias, Maamryong.

“Even with impending doom, he’s changing his ways, huh? Hmph, looks like I don’t need to interfere.”

Similar to Gale’s Penril, she’s a high-ranking officer of the Dark Legion responsible for half of Asia – a “Monster of Destruction.”

“I guess I’ll just watch some Netflix.”

…A perfectly modernized monster of darkness.

* * *

In the midst of chaos, London’s citizens divided into three main groups.

“Kyaahhh!!”

Ordinary civilians fleeing from rampaging monsters.

“What are you doing?! It’s dangerous to stay there!”

Brave citizens helping each other evacuate.

“Wait! Let me take a picture!”

And those who risk their lives taking photos or videos despite the potential danger.

“Woooh! Direct shot of the monster!”

“You idiots!!”

Unfortunately, the clash between common sense and nonsense resulted in the victory of nonsense. In a world where monsters indiscriminately attack anyone, these monsters only targeted blonde, blue-eyed Caucasians.

Kyaahh!!

A monster leaped between buildings and landed on the road. People screamed or collapsed upon seeing the monster, but it paid them no mind as it grabbed the waist of its intended victim.

“Uwaaah!!”

The young man’s cap flew off, revealing blonde hair. His sunglasses fell to the ground, exposing striking blue eyes.

Kyooohhhh!!

The monster cheered upon spotting the blonde, blue-eyed youth, who let out a scream of his own. He already knew the fate of those captured by monsters.

“Don’t! Shit, just kill me instead!!”

Gurgle.

Using its sharp claws, the monster cut the young man’s belt and proceeded to rip his jeans apart with its talons.

Dang dang.

A thick third leg, as long as the monster’s claws, dangled obscenely. The young man closed his eyes tightly in shame, wanting to kill those taking pictures behind the monster with their magical gear.

The monster spat green drool from its mouth. The viscous liquid covered the young man’s groin area before settling like a pair of pants.

Plop.

The monster gently placed the young man on the ground. Having lost all strength in his legs, the young man collapsed, his shredded pants and underwear barely covering him.

No one dared to clean up the mucus spit by the monster, even though it was harmless mana.

Why?

Grrroar!

Another monster landed nearby and examined the young man. After checking the unconscious youth’s head and eyes, it let out a cry of disappointment and turned its attention to the viscous substance already covering the youth’s groin.

Slurp.

The disappointed monster spat saliva onto the young man’s face. The green mucus formed a large X across his forehead.

“…Ha, ha.”

People finally understood.

The mucus monsters spat at blonde youths served as proof that they had attacked each other to “confirm they weren’t one of them.”

* * *

So far, we haven’t detected any involvement from others. Perhaps sensing Penril of Gale’s full-scale deployment, monsters of other attributes haven’t flown over to help in the UK.

“Lucky. I was worried someone like Azidahaka or Hydra might show up.”

“It’s because our creations are too strong, nya.”

The monsters created by Penril were going absolutely berserk. And people, realizing they only targeted blondes with blue eyes, were also going berserk.

– Everyone, can you see this?! Over there, a green monster is taunting heroes! A B-Rank monster is casually escaping from heroes of the same rank!

“Can’t believe someone’s broadcasting this live.”

“At least he doesn’t have blonde hair and blue eyes.”

“We should involve him somehow. Penril, smash some window glass with sonic booms as you pass by.”

“Just scare him, don’t kill him. Got it, nya.”

Crash!

I devise the strategy, and Penril executes the tactics.

The B-Rank monster escaped the hero’s encirclement and ran horizontally across the building. Nearby, a black-haired youth filming the scene live with magical gear jumped in shock as shattered glass rained down on him.

“Other people are fighting a war while he’s making money just by spectating.”

“That’s rich coming from the ones who started this, nya.”

“No worries. This is a necessary sacrifice for world peace.”

There’s significant property damage. But that can be offset by the cores we’ll obtain through raids in the UK.

There’s also significant loss of life. Blonde, blue-eyed young men have been exposed to the public, covered in green mucus. While it’s better than dying, those lacking confidence in their lower regions will find it more shameful than death.

‘They’ll thank us later.’

Thanks to being infused with Penril’s magic power once, they’ll be pushed down the priority list for future terrorist attacks during humanity’s upcoming calamity.

They may not be monsters, but thanks to the residual components of Penril’s magic power in their bodies, they’ll be recognized as such. Even in games, we can’t just keep causing harm to them.

“Penril, let’s start gathering them in one place.”

“Where should we gather them, nya?”

“Stonehenge.”

There’s no better place for monsters and beasts to run rampant than a historic and cultural heritage site. And now it’s time for us to reveal our “true colors.”

“Heheh, they’ll probably freak out as soon as they receive it?”

I sent the ‘Tactical Response System for Monster Containment’ to the Hero Association of the UK. This so-called [Great Gale-Type Monster Containment Manual] contained patterns of wind-attribute monsters transformed by Penril’s magic power.

“Wow…this is brutal, nya.”

The creator of the monsters shook her head in disgust upon seeing it.

“Really glad we changed course, nya.”

“Of course.”

If Penril hadn’t joined my side, the person who would have been exploited by this manual would have been Penril herself.

“What should we do now?”

“Watch some good shows and make rice cakes?”

“Correct.”

As Penril’s stomach growled, I stroked her belly and fondled her tail like a lover.

“Let’s just wait and see what choice Her Majesty makes.”

The Great Gale-Type Monster Containment Plan.

The location is Stonehenge, approximately 100 km from London, an ancient burial mound complex.

“This is a great opportunity to suppress all the monsters occupying a cultural heritage site at once. I wonder what choice Her Majesty, the strongest in durability, Queen Aruel of the UK, will make?”

A perfect place for the queen who controls “stones.”