Content Warning (18+ only)
[[ Extreme gore, detailed mutilation, graphic violence, sexualized torture, power imbalance, revenge brutality, disturbing themes. This chapter is intensely violent and explicit. Not for sensitive readers. ]]
The axe was still falling.
WHOOOOOOSH—
That razor edge slicing jungle air like it wanted to kiss Reon's neck goodbye… but inside his skull, the world cracked wide open.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Host name: Reon
Family name: Missing
Condition met.
Skill unlocked: Void Binding.
You can destroy anything.
You can create anything.
All it costs is Anium.
Anium.
The raw fucking life energy you steal from the living.
Drain them dry.
Watch their eyes go empty.
Feel that rush flood your veins like the best drug you've never tried.
It works like XP, baby — kill, absorb, level up, get stronger, get meaner.
Another ping slammed into his brain, cold and perfect.
Host body is collapsing.
Activate Void Binding?
[YES] [NO]
Reon didn't breathe.
Didn't think.
Didn't beg.
He just screamed inside the broken shell of his body —
YES.
VOOOOOOOOOOOM.
Power detonated.
Every shattered bone in his legs CRACK-CRUNCHED backward, knitting together with wet, meaty sounds.
Stumps bubbled.
Flesh swelled.
New thighs exploded out — thick, veined, powerful — slamming down into the dirt with twin THUDS that shook the ground.
His arms regrew next, fingers curling into fists that could crush skulls.
Burned skin peeled off like old paint and fresh pink replaced it.
Teeth punched through bleeding gums, sharper, meaner.
The axe finally hit.
BAAAAAAAAANG!
Blade bounced like it kissed solid diamond.
Spun wild through the air — WHIRRRRRR — and buried itself straight into Viktor's screaming face.
SCHLIIIIIIICK—THWACK!
Skull split open.
Hot brains and blood painted the leaves in a perfect red arc.
Viktor dropped, body jerking like a broken puppet, one last gurglegurgle
before silence.
The jungle went dead quiet.
Arun's perfect golden face twisted in confusion.
His mouth hung open like a fish.
"W-what the actual fuck just—"
Lyra's knees buckled.
Her glossy lips trembled.
"R-Reon…? Baby, that's… that's not possible…"
Reon's new body hovered six inches off the ground.
Red fiery aura wrapped him like a living crown of hell.
Every breath he took made the air heavier.
Thicker.
Like the whole jungle suddenly owed him rent.
Ground cracked under his invisible weight.
CRRRRRRRRRK.
Trees groaned, leaned, snapped sideways with slow CRASH BOOOOOM sounds.
He felt everything.
The fear rolling off them in waves.
The piss already dripping down Lyra's thighs.
The way Arun's heart hammered like a scared rabbit.
Reon's blood-red eyes glowed brighter.
He tilted his head slow, voice low, smooth, dripping dominance.
"I just wanted some fucking peace, you pathetic wastes of skin."
Every word slapped the air like a backhand.
"I wanted to build my own village. No taxes choking the life out of good people. No rich cunts like you treating us like free fuck-holes. Just laughter. Real homes. Kids running around without getting dragged into the bushes and broken."
He floated one step closer.
The ground split wider.
Leaves exploded upward like confetti at a slaughter party.
Arun tried to step back but his legs wouldn't listen.
"Reon—listen, man—we can talk about this—money, power, whatever you want—"
"Shut the fuck up."
Reon's voice cracked like thunder.
He flicked two fingers.
RRRRRRRRRRIPPPPP—
Jax and Thorne didn't even get to scream long.
Their armor shredded first — metal plates peeling away like wet paper with high pitched SCREEEEEEECH
sounds.
Then skin.
Long, curling strips lifting off their chests, arms, faces.
Muscle underneath glistened wet and red.
Tendons snapped one by one —
twang- twang -twang — like guitar strings from hell.
They dropped to their knees, eyes bulging, mouths open in silent horror.
Still alive.
Still feeling every inch.
Lyra watched.
Couldn't look away.
Her perfect body shook so hard her tits bounced.
Hot piss flooded down her legs, soaking the expensive silk, pooling around her heels with soft splatter… drip… drip…
Reon turned those glowing red eyes on her.
Aura pressed down harder.
She collapsed forward, forehead hitting the dirt, ass up like a bitch in heat.
"You helped him, Lyra," he said softly, almost gentle.
Voice laced with pure venom.
"You smiled while he fucked my mom's throat. You fingered yourself watching my little sister cry. You whispered 'make it hurt' right before they dragged us into the dark. You faked every single moan with me so you could ride his dick raw."
Lyra's voice came out broken, sweet-talk failing hard.
"R-Reon… baby please… I was scared… he made me… I still love you—don't do this—I'll suck you off right now, I swear, I'll be your good girl forever—"
Reon laughed once.
Low.
Cruel.
The sound made the surviving birds explode out of the trees in panic.
"You're already dead, slut. You just haven't stopped breathing yet."
He raised his hand slow.
SHRRRRRRRRRRRRIP—
Lyra's dress exploded into ribbons.
Fabric shredded mid-air, floating away like bloody confetti.
She was completely naked now — perfect tits heaving, body trembling in the dirt.
No hands to cover.
No strength to run.
Then the real show started.
Her skin began to lift at the edges.
Slow.
Teasing.
Long curling strips peeled away one after another, exposing raw red muscle underneath.
Blood poured in thick, glossy sheets.
Lyra's scream tore out of her throat — high, animal, endless.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—REON PLEASE—IT BURNS—MAKE IT STOP— I'M SORRY I'M SO FUCKING SORRY—"
Her mind stayed wide awake.
Every nerve screaming.
She remembered every betrayal.
Reon floated closer, aura wrapping the whole clearing like a noose.
He looked down at her and smiled.
"Feel it, Lyra. Every single second you made my family feel. This is just the appetizer."
Arun watched, pants still open from earlier, limp dick hanging out like the useless thing it was.
He tried to cover it with shaking hands.
But his bowels betrayed him completely.
Spluuuuuurrrrrrt.
Hot shit flooded his designer pants, running down his legs in thick rivers.
The stench hit the air like a slap.
"Reon—please—mercy—I was wrong—I'll give you my father's entire fortune—my throne—anything—just stop—PLEASE GOD STOP—"
Reon didn't even glance at him.
Lyra's scream hit a new octave.
Her body convulsed.
She pissed again, harder, soaking the dirt beneath her.
Reon's voice dropped to a whisper only she could hear.
"Remember when you told Arun my sister's pussy was 'extra tight'? Keep screaming, baby. I want to hear how sorry you really are."
The jungle waited.
Blood dripped.
Screams echoed.
And Reon's red eyes burned brighter than the sun.
CHAPTER 4 IS LOADING.....