MTLNOVEL Chapter 23: Chapter - 23
'They will give you pleasure as well as torture you. Do you agree with that?
Yes, Master.. she replied.
You naughty girl.
"Before he could say another word, she grabbed his collar and pulled him in. Their lips crashed together-hot, desperate, hungry. His heart pounded like a war drum, his senses overwhelmed by her taste, her scent, the heat of her body pressing against his. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a storm, and he was drowning in it." She then attached those monsters to her nipples.
"Okay, Master, I will be waiting for you," she replied, her voice filled with quiet anticipation.
Without another word, I stepped out of the house, the cool air brushing against my skin as I adjusted the weight of the bag on my back and the sword at my belt. My footsteps were steady, echoing softly against the silent path as I made my way toward the forest.
"I hope I don’t have to use the sword."
What I was planning to do wasn’t hunting monsters. It was something far more important—a method that could increase my power passively, eliminating the need to ever return to hunting. If this worked, I would finally break free from the exhausting cycle of fighting just to survive.
But then again...
"What’s the point of planning? Nothing in my life has ever gone the way I intended."
With a sigh, I shrugged the bag off my shoulder and reached inside, pulling out an old, worn map. The parchment crinkled under my fingers, its edges frayed with time.
This map had once belonged to my father. He had kept it for me, believing that one day I would follow his path and become a great adventurer.
"Too bad, old man. My path is different."
Still, I unfolded the map, tracing my fingers over the routes he had marked, searching for the one place I needed to go—
Dreadfang Graveyard.
And so, my journey began.
So yes, you guys must be wondering how this whole adventure thing came into the picture.
Let me tell you—the world I was born into is nothing like my real world.
There is no technology, no electricity, and no modern transportation like the one I was used to. This world is at least a hundred years behind the one I knew. If you need to get somewhere, you either walk or ride a horse.
No cars. No trains. No planes.
Everything here runs on magic, brute strength, or pure survival instinct.
And as far as adventurers are concerned, let me tell you—just like in our world, where people get paid for their work, it's the same here.
In this world, adventurers are hired to do all sorts of dangerous tasks—whether it’s fighting in the forest, hunting monsters, or protecting people from threats. They don’t work for free; in return, they are paid in Dracs (Ð), the official currency of this world.
Everything here runs on strength and survival, and the more dangerous the job, the higher the reward. For some, being an adventurer is a way to make a fortune. For others, it’s just a way to stay alive.
Right now, there’s so much I could tell you about this world, but I think I’ll save some for later. Time has a funny way of unraveling more than you expect.
I’ll keep revealing the little details of this world bit by bit, the mysteries, the secrets, the things that shape who we are and where we’re going. For now, though, the journey ahead is what matters most.
So, when the time comes, I’ll share what I know—and what I’ve learned. But for now, we’ve got monsters to slay, and Dracs to earn.
Well, while talking to you all, I reached my destination.
I glanced at the map one last time, my fingers tightening around the worn edges. My purpose was clear now, as it had been before.
It was time.
Time to confront what awaited me in this forsaken graveyard.
The atmosphere felt… wrong. The soil here was stained with centuries of blood and regret. Even the wind seemed to whisper tales of the monsters that once roamed these lands, and the souls that still lingered.
(The Dreadfang Graveyard)
The wind howled through the dense forest as Kaito Asura made his way deeper into the unknown. His mana reserves were dangerously low, and he needed a way to expand his limits. The deeper he ventured, the more unnatural the air became—thick, heavy, tainted with something beyond death.
After hours of walking, he reached a vast clearing. Before him stood a graveyard unlike any other—a cursed land sealed away for 500 years. The ancient, jagged gravestones were covered in eerie, glowing inscriptions, pulsating with a dark red aura. The air reeked of decay and forgotten power. This was Dreadfang Graveyard.
Kaito stepped forward, and the ground beneath him trembled. A chill ran down his spine as he sensed an overwhelming presence—thousands of bound souls, waiting.
He smirked. So, these are the souls of the legendary Dreadfang species... the creatures once loyal beyond measure, turned into mindless beasts due to a curse.
The History of the Dreadfang Species
Kaito had read about them before. The Dreadfangs were not ordinary beasts; they were war-forged titans, unstoppable, invincible, and eternally devoted to their masters. Empires had risen and fallen because of them. Whoever controlled them was guaranteed victory.
But their fate had been sealed in blood.
A curse—one crafted by gods themselves—had shattered their minds. Loyalty turned to madness. Instead of protecting their masters, they ripped them apart. Kingdoms burned, rulers were slaughtered, and entire cities became feeding grounds for the cursed creatures.
The world had united for the first time in history—not for war, but to exterminate the Dreadfangs. Every divine power, every hero, every godly force had banded together to eradicate the species. It had taken an army of celestial beings to slay them all, and even in death, their souls refused to rest.
Bound and cursed, they were trapped in this graveyard, sealed away for eternity.
Kaito’s Arrival Awakens Them
Kaito chuckled, stepping further into the graveyard. Fools. No soul is beyond my reach.
As soon as he entered the graveyard’s center, the sky darkened. Thunder crackled, and the air turned heavy with malice. The soil beneath him shifted, as if countless bodies were buried just beneath the surface.
Then, the first wail echoed through the graveyard—a deep, guttural scream filled with rage and agony.
One by one, the souls of the Dreadfangs began to rise.
Their forms were monstrous—skeletal figures wrapped in cursed flames, their empty eyes burning with hatred. Their once-proud fangs were now jagged shadows, dripping with ghostly venom.
The ground shook violently as hundreds of these cursed spirits crawled out from their eternal prison, surrounding Kaito.
But Kaito did not flinch.
Instead, his lips curled into a smirk. "Good... Let’s see how much mana you can give me."
With that, he activated his Supreme God powers, reaching out to the souls.
The battle for dominance had begun.
Kaito stood in the heart of the Dreadfang Graveyard, his eyes locked on the sinful souls of the Dreadfang species, their cursed forms rising from the earth like phantoms of vengeance. These weren't just mere spirits; they were the remnants of an ancient. destructive species-each one filled with the rage of their betrayal and the blood of those they had killed. And now, they were free to torment anyone who dared enter.
The air grew cold as the souls materialized, their monstrous forms still retaining traces of their once terrifying physicality. Their eyes glowed with an eerie, malevolent light. The ground trembled beneath Kaito's feet as the first soul lunged at him, its claws sharp as daggers.
With a vicious snarl, Kaito's hand shot out, his fingers curling into a fist. He summoned his True Devil form, a dark aura enveloping him. his eyes burning with crimson fury. Mana surged through his veins, enhancing every movement as his power reached its peak.
The first soul was upon him in an instant. Kaito sidestepped its clawed attack, his body moving like a blur. He brought his sword down in a single, brutal arc, slicing through the soul's chest with a sickening crack. The soul shrieked as its form dissipated into the air, vanishing into nothingness. But Kaito knew this wasn't the end-these souls were relentless.
Before he could catch his breath, another soul lunged, its fangs bared. Kaito ducked under the attack, feeling the soul's breath like ice on his skin. He spun, driving his elbow into its side, sending the creature crashing into a nearby gravestone.
But they were coming faster now. A third soul appeared, its claws extended, slashing toward him. Kaito raised his sword to block the strike, but the impact was so forceful that it sent him stumbling backward, his feet sliding across the bloodstained ground. The beast followed up with a ferocious swipe, catching Kaito across the chest with its claws. Blood spurted from the wound, and pain lanced through Kaito's body-but he didn't falter.
With a guttural roar. Kaito twisted the sword in his grip and pierced the creature's chest, ripping through its heart. The soul's body contorted and shrieked in agony before shattering into a thousand shards of light. Kaito's breathing was labored, but his focus never wavered.