Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1610: In fact... it wasn’t always an Empire...

[A/N: For understanding purposes, this and the next Chapters will have ’ * ’ when English dialogues are spoken and ’ ”” ’ for Lycorian language.]

Victor had been waiting for this moment... to finally speak with the so-called Terra people who had carved scars into his world.

For the suffering that Terra created.

For the lives that Terra erased without hesitation.

For the pain that Terra carved into flesh, into memory, into the very breath of existence.

He needed answers... the truth behind what drove those Terra people to spread chaos across a world that once knew only warmth, laughter, and quiet love.

The cries still echoed!

The blood still clung to his senses!!

The torn flesh still lingered in his thoughts!!!

None of it had faded, not even slightly.

*Who are you people?*

Victor’s voice emerged low and controlled, yet contained with a murderous edge, as though restraint itself trembled under pressure.

He sat on the metallic chair, while his gaze locked onto the raw, bodyless head before him.

*What the... bitch, you can speak our language? Since when did that happen?*

The head’s expression twisted in disbelief, its lips pulling into something between a sneer and a grin.

*To think someone here can understand us... ahaha... and you even dare speak to us? That’s fucking amusing. A thing like you should be crawling at our feet... ahah— YOU?!!!*

The laughter snapped, broken mid-breath.

The head’s eyes widened, stretching unnaturally as Xara stepped into view, her smile curved with quiet amusement that carried something far more dangerous beneath it.

”Hello~”

The reaction was immediate.

Splash~

The pooling blood rippled violently, and the body trembled against the pooling blood table as if memory itself had seized control.

*T-This bitch! S-She’s the one... OH MY GOD! FUCK!!!*

His exposed muscle twitched erratically, the rawness of his face amplifying every flicker of terror.

*I will ask once again, who are you people?*

Victor’s voice cut through the tension, dragging the head’s fractured focus back to him.

*F-Fuck you! You think you can fuck with me? I’ll tear through every one of you, I’ll make sure you regret even breathing—*

*Looks like you still don’t understand my words.*

Victor rose slowly as he stepped out of the head’s limited field of vision.

The head jerked instinctively, its neck twitching in useless effort. No matter how it forced itself, it could not move.

*H-Hey! Where the fuck are you going? Don’t you dare walk away from me, bitch! Get back here this second—*

GGGRRRRRRKKK!!!

The room filled with the harsh, grating scream of metal dragging across polished stone, a sound that scraped against nerves and settled into bone.

Everyone present felt it, teeth clenching, bodies stiffening as the noise lingered.

Victor dragged the entire table, the one holding the remaining body, until it aligned directly before the head. The blood spilled from the table a little bit.

He sat back down.

His gaze met the head’s once more, while one of his hands sank into the blood pool. The warmth clung to his skin, coating his fingers as he slowly stirred it.

Slquech... Slquechhh...

The faint sound of liquid shifting filled the silence.

Then, without breaking eye contact, ”He can still feel everything, right?” he asked.

Xara, standing behind him, nodded once, ”Give me a second.” She stepped closer to the head.

*H-Hey! Bitch, get the fuck away from me!! Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare touch me!!*

The head’s voice rose into a jagged scream, but Xara did not even flinch.

Her fingers reached forward and adjusted the rod embedded deep within its skull, twisting it with careful precision.

A sickening, wet sound followed.

For a brief second, the head’s eyes rolled back completely, pupils swallowed by white, its entire existence freezing as if something inside had been forcefully unplugged.

Then—

A violent jolt.

Awareness slammed back into place.

”Done!”

Victor gave a small nod and looked at the head coldly,

*Listen carefully. I don’t have patience anymore. Not for you, not for your kind. And honestly... I want to rip every single one of you out of this world.*

His blood-coated fingers flexed slightly, thick strands of red slipping between them as he continued.

*In fact, as of right now, the thing before you... wouldn’t hesitate. Not even for a second to destroy your entire empire.*

*Men. Women. Children. Elderly. Innocent. Guilty. Screaming or begging... I don’t give a single fuck about any of it anymore.*

A pause stretched, dense and suffocating, filled only by the faint drip of blood hitting stone.

*I... I just want this to end. I want the noise to stop. I want the screams to stop. Even if it means...*

Victor leaned forward until his shadow swallowed the head completely.

*Destroying your entire civilisation... grinding it into nothing... I will do it with my own two hands.*

His eyes did not flicker.

Not even once.

*And I won’t feel a single ounce of guilt.*

There was no rage in him.

No fury.

No sorrow.

Only a vast, hollow indifference, like an endless void that had swallowed everything human within him.

Hatred would have meant something still lived inside.

This... meant nothing remained.

Victor, in that moment, felt less like a man and more like a weapon given form, a cold, precise construct that existed for one purpose alone.

To protect his people.

And erase anything that threatened them.

’That’s... The Emperor,’ Xara whispered inwardly, her gaze locked onto him... almost reverent.

The man before her no longer resembled Aether.

Nor Victor.

He sat there as something far more absolute.

The Emperor.

A ruler who would trample everything in his path, crush laws, morals, innocence itself, if it meant shielding those he called his own.

This man would not hesitate.

Would not falter.

Would not stop.

’Hehe~’

A sharp tremor ran through Xara’s legs, her breath catching, heat blooming across her cheeks as her pupils dilated.

’H-He’s becoming... terrifyingly perfect. So cold... so absolute... N-No... I need to hold back... I can’t... not now...’

Her fingers curled, restraining themselves, nails digging lightly into her own palm as if anchoring her to control.

*W-What are you talking about—NO—WAIT—ARRRRRRHHHHHH!!!!!*

The scream ripped out, tearing through the room like something being dragged out of a living body.

Splash!

One finger snapped backwards at an impossible angle.

The severed body convulsed violently on the table, muscles twitching in chaotic spasms, blood surging outward in thick ripples.

The head shrieked, voice breaking, choking on its own agony.

Victor watched... calmly.

His head tilted slightly, as though observing a minor imperfection.

”No, not enough. I can hear him, but I can’t feel it in him. Can you increase the intensity?”

”Of course, darling~ I was waiting for you to ask.”

Xara’s smile widened, something unhinged flickering beneath it as she turned to the display. Her fingers moved faster now, eager, pushing every value higher, higher, until they peaked.

The rod embedded within the skull began to glow faintly, a low hum building, vibrating through bone, through nerves, through whatever remained.

The reaction was instant.

The head’s eyes bulged, veins rising like dark cracks across the surface.

Every nerve ignited.

Every signal amplified.

Pain multiplied beyond comprehension.

*W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! A-AND WHAT IS THAT THING IN THE BLOOD?! WHY CAN I FEEL IT?! WHY CAN I FEEL EVERYTHING?! T-TELL ME! TELL ME YOU FUCKING—AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!!*

Another crack.

Another finger shattered, bone splitting through torn flesh.

The scream that followed no longer sounded human.

Victor’s lips slowly curved, ”Now that’s more like it... that sound... I like it.”

One finger.

Crack.

Another.

Snap.

Another.

Break.

Slowly and patiently breaking his fingers.

As if he intended to stretch the suffering, to let it bloom fully, to let every fragment of pain root itself deep before tearing it apart again.

The head screamed, a torn, animal sound ripping through the air as his fingers bent backwards beyond their natural limits, joints folding in directions never meant to exist.

Pain crawled through every nerve as if each finger were being broken inch by inch, slowly, deliberately.

He could feel the cracks, the grinding pressure, the wet tightening of blood pooling inside his mangled fingers, a suffocating sensation trapped beneath skin that refused to split fast enough.

The body in the pool thrashed violently, limbs jerking and convulsing as if it too shared the same agony, as if some unseen thread stitched the torment between head and flesh, forcing both to suffer in perfect, synchronised horror.

After breaking twelve fingers, Victor finally calmed down.

The head panted heavily, dragging in breaths that shouldn’t have been possible. Its eyes flooded with tears, veins bursting into red streaks as it stared at Victor.

The head gritted its teeth, *’These monsters... I-I need to find a way to escape... I cannot stay here... if I do, I will break before I die...’*

A cold chill slithered down his spine when his vision caught movement, the white-haired, half-masked man bending slightly before rising again, a massive iron rod now resting in his grip.

The head trembled violently, panic clawing its way into his voice, *O-Oi... W-What’s that for—*

Victor tilted his head slightly, a faint smile forming, never touching his eyes.

*I heard you wanted my wives to spread their legs for you...*

*So I thought... why not return the favour? Let me give you a pleasure no one in your miserable life could ever offer you.*

Victor stepped forward as he positioned himself before the blood-soaked body, hands gripping its legs and forcing them apart.

He glanced down, then back at the head, voice lowering into something almost thoughtful,

*So... tell me... how many inches would you like to take?*

The face twisted in horror, every trace of defiance shattering,

*N-No... P-Please... I will tell you everything, anything... j-just stop... P-Please... not there again... not there...*

The head’s mind spiralled, unable to grasp the connection, why the body on the blood-soaked table mirrored every sensation.

Shouldn’t they do it to him?

It didn’t matter.

Whatever happened to that body would carve itself into him, every inch of pain etched into his existence.

Victor only grinned, spitting onto the rod, the saliva trailing down its length as he spread it with his hand, coating it with a crude mockery of preparation.

His fingers tightened around the thick circumference and length as he spoke, voice laced with quiet amusement,

*6? Or... maybe 10 inches?*

He paused, eyes flicking up, something darker settling in,

*Nah, take it like a man, 15 inch!*

Before the words could settle, his arm moved.

With a single, brutal thrust, Victor drove the rod forward... the metal tearing through resistance without hesitation.

CHUCCUKKKK!!!

A wet, rupturing sound echoed.

”HUUFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!”

The scream that followed shattered into something inhuman, the head’s eyes rolling back as every inch of the rod forced its way inside, pushing, stretching, violating internal limits, organs shifting under the invasion like fragile things being crushed and rearranged.

The pain was endless and overwhelming.

Around them, silence cracked.

Everyone’s eyes widened, even Xara stood stunned, her breath catching as she watched Victor, his grin widening slightly, eyes fixed on the head’s suffering with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

’Fuck... ah... man... what is this... why is he getting so fucking...’ her thoughts fractured, heat rising uncontrollably, ’...so fucking amazing... I might just take him right here... right now...’

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, cheeks flushing deep red, thighs pressing together instinctively as she watched the sheer ruthlessness unfold before her, something dark and intoxicating stirring within.

She had liked the innocent, teasing Aether, the one who smiled, who played, who made her laugh... but this... this version, cold, dominant, merciless...

This one ignited something primal.

If he turned to her now, if he simply told her to come, she knew, without hesitation, without shame, she would obey.

Not a thought.

Not a second wasted.

Meanwhile, away from the direct line of sight, another presence remained still.

Vesperine.

Her body stood frozen, eyes locked onto Victor, shock sinking deeper with every passing second.

There was no hesitation in him.

This was not an act.

This was him.

Victor.

And in that moment, a quiet, terrifying realisation settled into her mind.

He was never something that could be tamed.

Never something that could be leashed.

It wasn’t like her other three puppies, where a few sweet words and some careful training would be enough to make them hers, to bend them, to shape them into something obedient and soft.

NO!

This... this was a fucking dragon.

A creature that could not be tamed, not by whispers, not by affection, not by force.

If anything... she would become his puppy.

Her gaze locked onto him, unable to pull away, watching that wicked smile curl across his lips as he drove the rod deeper into the blood-soaked body, tormenting the pitiful head that could do nothing but endure.

Cold to others.

Indifferent to anyone who did not matter.

Yet... gentle to those he claimed as his own.

A smile reserved only for his beloveds, soft, rare, dangerously intoxicating... a contrast so sharp it carved desire into the bones of anyone who witnessed it.

To hold that warmth.

To be the reason behind that smile.

To keep it... only for oneself.

A possession no one else could ever touch.

A superiority that went beyond power, beyond status... something far more primal.

’I-I think I understand now... why Selene acts so fucking annoying...’

This was not the man Vesperine wanted.

Not the one she had imagined, not the one she believed she could control.

Yet...

Her heart stirred even more, beating harder, heavier, as if recognising something she refused to admit.

As if he was not what she wanted...

But exactly what she needed.

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Soon, Xara stepped forward, her expression sharpening as she ensured the head snapped back from the edge of terror, forcing awareness back into its broken mind.

Then—

*P-Please... S-Stop... S-Sir...*

The voice came out dull, cracked, soaked in pain that had hollowed it from within.

Victor gave a slow nod, *As long as you are cooperative... I won’t harm you.*

Both of them knew it.

A lie.

A filthy, obvious lie hanging in the air between them.

Yet—

It settled into the head’s trembling heart like fragile hope, something desperate enough to cling to even when it knew better.

*W-Will you...?*

Victor’s lips curled slightly, a faint smirk forming as his eyes dimmed with calculation.

The stick had already been used.

Now came the carrot.

*Of course... I will even attach your head back to your body again.*

The head’s eyes widened instantly, pupils shaking as it turned toward the blood-filled pool, disbelief and horror colliding within. He already guessed it, but he refused to believe it or... even possible,

*S-So... it’s really my body...? I-I—WHAT HAVE YOU DON—*

”Sshh.”

Victor cut him off, as he raised a finger to his lips,

*I ask the questions... and you answer them. Clearly. Completely. Do you understand?*

*...*

*Do. You. Understand?*

*Y-Yes!*

Victor nodded once, satisfied, tilting his head slightly before raising his hand just enough for Xara to notice. She moved instantly, preparing to record.

Victor then returned his attention to the head, *Now... tell me everything.*

The head hesitated, swallowing against the dryness in his throat,

*... M-My name is Lu—*

*I don’t fucking care about your name... your history... your meaningless identity.*

*Tell me about your Empire... and why they are targeting us.*

The head’s jaw tightened, humiliation flashing across his face, pride struggling even now, even in this broken state.

Still...

It gave in.

His lips trembled as he forced the words out,

*O-Our Empire... it is not like yours...*

His eyes flickered, distant for a moment, as if recalling something far away, something lost.

*In fact... it wasn’t always an Empire...

It was once... a single planet... in our solar system...

...a place called... The Earth.*

Victor’s eyes widened in shock.