Reborn As Noble

Chapter 1554: The Walking Piece of Garbage ( 1554 )

Other Continent.

Divinity Nation.

The same day. Evening.

Julius stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on the naked maid sprawled across the sheets. Her legs were spread wide, her body slick with sweat and his seed, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. She had passed out some time ago, her face buried in the pillows, her thighs trembling even in unconsciousness.

Tch.

Boring.

Her pussy is loose. Too loose.

No resistance. No tightness. No challenge.

She already fainted. I don’t even know how many times. Three? Four? I lost count. Every time I made her cum, she’d scream and pass out, and I’d have to wait for her to wake up again. It was like fucking a corpse after the third time. No reaction. No fight. No pleasure in breaking something that’s already broken.

I need someone who can keep up. Someone who doesn’t break after a few rounds. Someone who makes me actually feel something. Not this... this empty, mechanical fucking. I want a challenge. I want someone who resists, who fights back, who makes me work for it.

His jaw tightened.

He turned away from the bed, his expression cold and dismissive. He reached for his golden divine armor and began equipping it piece by piece. The gleaming metal clicked into place over his body, each segment fitting perfectly. He strapped the massive golden divine sword to his back, the golden divine shield over his shoulder, before he reached for his robe, a rich, dark crimson fabric embroidered with golden threads. He draped it over the armor, concealing it beneath the fabric. Then he turned toward the door.

He glanced back at the maid one last time, his eyes devoid of any warmth. He opened the door and jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the guards standing outside.

”Call someone to clean that up. And give her some money. I don’t want to see her working here while I’m staying in this town.”

”Understood, Supreme Leader.”

He grumbled under his breath and continued down the corridor. He was halfway to the main hall when one of the Divinity officers stepped forward, matching his pace.

”Supreme Leader Julius?”

”What!?”

The officer kept his tone calm and respectful. ”I apologize for interrupting, Supreme Leader. But may i ask, where are you going? It will be dark soon, and the staff have already prepared a feast in your honor.”

Julius stared at him with a flat, unimpressed look, his lip curling slightly.

”I need some air. I’ve been stuck in this suffocating town all day, surrounded by vermin and their pitiful lives.” He flicked his hand dismissively. ”The feast can wait. I’m going for a walk. Alone.”

The officer watched him from the main doorway, head tilted out just enough to see. He stood perfectly still, calm and composed, as Julius stepped through the door and pulled it shut behind him. The footsteps faded slowly into the distance, each one growing quieter until only silence remained.

The officer’s expression shifted. The calm politeness drained from his face, replaced by something cold and sharp. He stared at the closed door for a long moment before his lips curled into a bitter sneer.

”Hak too! That arrogant bastard.” He spat on the ground near the doorframe, his voice dropping into a low, venomous mutter.

”I hope that walking piece of garbage gets stabbed in an alley out there. Alone. In the dark. With no one around to save him.”

Another officer approached and stopped beside him. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, his voice quiet and measured.

”I wonder who could actually defeat him. He’s the Supreme Leader among the summoned heroes. Blessed by the Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda herself. His power is on another level compared to the other summoned heroes. Even his vice leader, Sir Vane, can’t defeat him.”

The first officer exhaled slowly.

”That’s true. Even Sir Vane can’t match him in raw power. But among the heroes blessed by the three goddesses, only Sir Vane is different. Fair. Calm. He never treats others like they’re beneath him. He listens. He respects people, even the lowliest soldier. He doesn’t throw his weight around or demand worship just because of his title.”

”Yeah. But too bad.” The second officer shook his head slowly. ”That jerk Julius intentionally sent Vane toward the other continent to set up the forward base over there. Far away. Out of sight. Out of the way.”

The first officer frowned. ”Because the jerk hates Vane for protecting Miss Fayna before?”

”Yeah.” The second officer let out a faint, bitter smile. ”That jerk couldn’t stand that Vane stepped in. He wanted Fayna for himself, and Vane ruined it for him. So he found a way to get rid of him. Sent him far away where he can’t interfere. Gave him a punishment dressed up as an assignment.”

The first officer let out a weary exhale, his gaze drifting toward the window. ”I wonder what Sir Vane is doing right now.”

”Who knows. He’s in charge of the forward base in Amazarak. All the soldiers assigned there are noble soldiers, private forces sent by the noble houses of Orthosia, Celestia, and Divinity.”

The first officer let out a bitter smirk, shaking his head. ”Ah yes, the noble houses. Those greedy, self-serving bastards. They probably jumped at the chance to send their men there. To curry favor. To position themselves closer to the front lines so they can claim the best spoils when the invasion begins.”

The second officer let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head slowly.

”Of course they did. Those wolves could smell opportunity from a mile away. This whole ’forward base’ business isn’t about duty or sacrifice for them. It’s a golden ticket. A chance to earn glory, prestige, and rewards. They’ll parade their sons and heirs through the front lines, make sure everyone sees them ’fighting for the cause,’ and then when the dust settles, they’ll be first in line to claim the best land, the fattest contracts, and the highest seats at the victory table. It’s not about winning the war. It’s about who gets the biggest share of the pie when it’s over.”

Both of them sighed at the same time and turned away from the door.

( End Of Chapter )