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Chapter 53 · Nov 02, 2026

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Neo closed the letter and rubbed his forehead.

This was worse than he had expected.

The writer was a squad leader named Rex,

a high-level tribesman respected among his men.

He had a long fixation on Alvina, the barbarian chief.

What he called affection had never been returned.

She dismissed his advances and sometimes laughed them off.

He took those moments as hidden interest.

Loyal lackeys fed his ego and twisted his view

until he convinced himself she would one day be his.

Rex listed her achievements like a lovesick report.

Peak high-level, a hair’s width from ultimate.

She fought above her rank

and had slain an ultimate-rank wyvern alone.

Then the tone shifted.

A long paragraph of pure poison against the Stormfang tribe.

Harsh words aimed especially at Neo and his women.

Liar. Womanizer. Asshole who collected women left and right.

He even claimed that when he still served in the barbarian ranks

they had joked about Neo’s women.

Neo’s teeth ground together.

Veins stood out on his forehead.

They could call him whatever they wanted.

His women were the red line.

He would make them taste real misery.

For that he would take their chief

and show them true dominance.

The barbarians treated Alvina as sacred.

Most did not even dare look at her.

The thought of mana stones cut through the anger.

He had been spending them freely.

He was short now.

Asking the harem to farm more was not realistic.

His desires were simple and absolute.

Protect what was his.

Never be weak again.

Become untouchable.

Never lose anyone.

Force the world to respect him.

Get enough mana stones and climb in rank.

At the core he wanted to become the man his younger self would admire,

and never again be abandoned—especially by his women.

He wanted to provide for them

so none of them suffered the way he had.

Each of them carried trauma.

He hid that knowledge.

Healing them felt far off if he could not protect them first.

Even if they loved him, without strength they could be taken.

To protect them he had to face his own flaws.

The biggest was aggression

and the habit of always choosing the kill.

Sometimes letting an enemy live

and watch their goddess take his cock

was the sharper blade.

This time he would let emotion drive him.

He knew it might be a mistake.

He needed to vent the pressure he had been storing.

He feared his women would see it as insecurity and walk away.

Silence carried its own cost.

He needed a strong front from the start

or the tribesmen would keep striking at him and at them.

He wanted their help yet feared the shame of asking.

He refused to stay loyal to the weak past version of himself.

This world gave no second chances and showed no mercy.

He shook his head and locked the decision in place.

A quest window appeared.

**Quest: Steal the barbarian mana stones inventory and upgrade your rank without getting caught.**

**Failure: Getting killed by Alvina the barbarian chief.**

**Reward: Taking Alvina’s virginity, with the possibility of making the barbarian tribe join you in the future.**

**Note: The chance would increase massively if you knocked Alvina up with your seed.**

Neo’s heart hammered.

He had just read that she had choked a lion at age four.

This woman was built for war.

First step: locate their storage.

He found Luna.

”I’m taking Mikasa to scout the barbarian camp.

See if we can find a weakness.”

Luna nodded, then frowned.

”Why Mikasa? I want to go with you.”

”She’s already trained as a scout.

Stealth type.

She’s smart for this.”

Luna pouted.

”I’m smart too!”

Neo almost smiled.

He patted her shoulder.

”I’m counting on you here.

Lead the army.”

Luna straightened.

That job was larger.

She nodded once.

Neo took Mikasa’s hand.

”Let’s go.”

Mikasa bit her lip.

She still remembered the day the chief had taken her,

eaten her out,

and made her drink his cum.

She had grown stronger from it,

yet it never felt like enough for what waited ahead.

Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants.

Her old desire had been pure strength.

Being with him had changed it.

She no longer wanted only power.

She wanted to grow smarter, kinder, better as a whole person.

She saw how he listened to his women and never dismissed them.

Jealousy flickered for the others who already stood close to him.

More than that she envied him.

As a child the other kids had called her a monster for thinking differently.

Genius had always dragged her down.

She feared showing it to him.

Feared he would circle away and leave her alone with the label.

The old habit of pleasing people,

of always saying yes,

had forced her to bury that part of herself.

She wanted freedom to use every talent in front of him

so he would know he had chosen right.

Strength had never been only about power.

It was the tool that let her express herself.

Gratitude for the way he pulled that side of her into the open

had turned into something warmer.

She looked at him with hazy eyes.

Perfectionism still paralyzed her.

Chronic comparison and envy still whispered that she looked weak.

The deepest lie she kept telling herself

was that she only needed him for strength.

She wanted him as a man.

She feared the day he decided she was not enough and moved on.

She wanted to matter.

Talking was no longer enough.

She would show him through action that she was resolved.

Neo acted as if he had not noticed the intensity of her gaze.

It made him awkward.

He cleared his throat and told Luna to bring a horse.

She did.

He mounted.

Mikasa climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Her heavy breasts pressed against his back.

They rode toward barbarian territory.

Every bounce of the horse pushed her soft chest against him.

When they drew close, Neo reined in.

”We stop here.

Walk the rest.”

He did not want the sound of hooves to alert the camp.

Mikasa nodded.

He tied the horse to a tree and marked the trunk.

They moved on foot until rough voices reached them.

Neo and Mikasa dropped into the bushes and crawled closer.

Mikasa watched the barbarians.

Their courage and boldness stirred the old hunger for strength.

Then she noticed even the weaker ones among them seemed content.

The thought stopped her.

Did strength truly equal happiness?

She had told herself she drank his cum only because it made her stronger.

The happiness she felt had never come from the power alone.

A new desire rose clear:

erase the weak past self,

reclaim the dignity she had lost,

live free of the constant vigilance her old bullies had forced on her.

Hyper-independence still whispered that she needed no one.

The inability to trust her own judgment still left her hesitant.

Self-punishment after every mistake still told her that genius was a curse.

Emotional volatility under pressure still bred fresh doubts,

even about his kindness.

She wanted his help and feared it at the same time.

Tanned skin.

Harsh voices.

Most carried axes.

Battle-hardened.

Neo sighed.

In a straight one-on-one a barbarian would demolish a tribesman.

He would have to rely on the wing tactics

and the army knowledge from his previous life.

The quest updated.

**Time remaining: 3 hours.**

Neo cursed under his breath.

He needed the storage fast.

They watched the tents.

A barbarian stepped out pulling a cart loaded with mana stones.

Neo grinned and grabbed Mikasa’s arm.

”That’s our target.

Stay silent.

You guard the tent entrance.

Howl like a wolf if anyone comes.”

Mikasa nodded.

They ran low.

She took position at the tent flap and scanned the area

while Neo slipped inside.

The pile of mana stones was huge.

He reached for them.

Mikasa’s howl cut through the air.

Neo dove behind the cart.

A tall tanned woman walked in.

Scars crossed her face.

Her body was solid muscle,

yet her ass and breasts remained heavy and full.

They still stirred desire in him.

He checked her status.

**Alvina – Barbarian Chief – Peak High-Level Tribesman.**

His heart slammed against his ribs.

She reminded him of every reason he needed to rise.

Revenge for the injury the barbarian spy had once dealt him.

Wipe out the laughter of every barbarian who had mocked him

by taking their chief.

Erase the bad reputation,

stand like an iron wall,

reclaim dignity,

make his women proud.

Show them that the goddess they worshipped would carry his children.

Win the war and take her as the living proof of superiority.

For barbarians strength was sacred.

If he showed enough of it she would accept the place of trophy.

Prove they were wrong about him forcing his women.

Turn the rage into fuel.

Aggression still pushed him to distrust even after peace.

He still questioned every judgment,

still believed he had done less than he should,

still drove himself without rest,

still needed to win every exchange or risk losing his women.

Strength had become a shield against deeper bonds.

The urge to destroy what he could not own still lived in him.

If she rejected him he would fight her to the death.

He wanted to stay numb to outside voices

yet feared the numbness would spread

until he no longer felt anything for the people he loved.

He feared outgrowing the harem,

returning one day to find them dead of age,

or becoming so distant he simply forgot them.

Alvina looked around,

then shouted toward the guards.

Neo’s language skill translated every word.

”Search the area!

Whoever stole the stones is still close.

That much mana doesn’t vanish quiet!”

The guards answered.

Alvina’s eyes swept toward Neo’s hiding spot.

She started walking straight at him.

Neo cursed,

snatched one mana stone,

and hurled it to the far side of the tent.

Alvina turned toward the sound.

He used the second to vault out of the tent.

Mikasa was already in the bushes.

He yanked her with him

and they sprinted for the tree line.

They had not put much distance between them and the storage tent

when a long spear punched through the air.

Neo’s reaction was the only reason both of them dodged in time.

Alvina stepped out of the tent,

voice booming.

”After them!”

A new quest locked in.

**Quest: Lose the barbarians on your tail without getting caught.**

**Failure: Death + destruction of the tribe.**

**Reward: Alvina’s interest in you. Possibility of making it out alive back to the tribe.**

Two high-level tribesmen were in the patrol group.

Neo scooped Mikasa into his arms and ran harder.

Sweat poured down his face.

Axes flew.

He stayed on constant guard.

Mikasa watched his face.

One clear desire cut through everything else:

to feel useful and needed.

She wanted love that did not demand constant performance.

She wanted to escape the toxic patterns,

forgive herself even if the path was long,

and master the genius she had always hidden

so she could use it to help him.

Holding grudges as identity,

using the chase for strength to avoid growing feelings,

shielding herself with humour and sarcasm,

assuming every person might become the next bully,

believing love equalled pain—all of it still lived in her.

The comfort of the old lie said her intelligence was not needed.

She feared he would look at her the way the others once had

and call her a monster.

She feared hope given and then ripped away.

His care had already shown her evidence that he liked her.

She still clung to the safety of assuming the worst,

of treating everything as transactional.

She wanted something that lasted.

Carrying her and running was not easy.

Neo’s thoughts raced.

He needed something fast.

The horse was the only clean distraction.

They reached the marked tree.

Neo untied the reins and slapped the animal hard on the rump.

The horse bolted into the woods.

The guards veered after the sound of hooves.

Neo let out a long breath.

They had lost them.

Quest complete.

Rewards waited in the inventory.

He pulled Mikasa deeper into the bushes.

They sat close.

Mikasa tugged his sleeve.

”I have something to tell you.”

Her voice was low.

She would not meet his eyes.

Neo nodded and wiped sweat from his forehead.

”What is it?”

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