HDXD: Omni Harem System
Chapter 131: A Date With My Cute Shinso Vampire VIII

Chapter 131: A Date With My Cute Shinso Vampire VIII

The haze of smoke clung to the bone-tipped torches rise to dark sky above.

Chief Gorrmash stood before the blood-slick altar, as he stands and ponder in wonder.

"A human...

He muttered, low and mean, like the word itself offended him.

His crimson eyes flared but for a moment till they landed on a particular four.

"You four... Grak, Urmog, Shekk, and Drol."

He pointed, not needing to name them twice. The chosen brutes straightened with guttural pride.

As they listen to their Chief speak.

"Go to gate. Find what walks. If man...kill. Rip. Boil, and Feast. If woman... tie her legs, break her teeth. Bring back. She breed."

A moment of silence filled the air till orcs looked at each other happily.

Then the excitement broke between them.

"Hrah! I take her first! I take first!"

Roared Urmog, pounding a meaty fist to his chest.

"Like dung you do!"

Spat Grak, his tusks twitching.

"You too slow! Me split her open quick, make her scream fast!"

"Hah! Fool, break her too soon, waste meat!"

Shekk snarled, jabbing a clawed finger at Grak.

"You never breed right, always smash too hard!"

Drol licked his cracked lips, voice wet and sickly.

"I make her fat with spawn. Fat like sow. Ha ha ha!"

The bickering turned to shoving, elbows, fists, snarling teeth flashing as they nearly forgot the hunt for the squabble.

Their voices overlapped in a storm of crude boasts and barked challenges, as their primitive lust makes them aggressive with each other.

"She mine!"

"No she is mine... Your horn too soft to keep her!"

"I’ll take her belly, you take the rest!"

"You eat scraps like runt!"

They argue, and fight among themselves.

THOOOOM!!

The altar cracked under Gorrmash’s axe, as he slammed it down with such force the stone crack and exploded in all corners.

It’s debris flying everywhere.

The large altar fire trembled due to the shockwaves it produce, causing the orcs to freeze in horror.

His voice soon dropped, quiet but no less deadly than it was.

As his bloodthirsty demonic aura started to leak for his body, cause an oppressive field of demonic power to freeze everyone in place as they were consumed by immense fear.

"You forget place."

He stepped down from the altar, iron boots clanking.

"You fight over first bite?"

A pause.

Even the fire dared not crackle at this moment.

His eyes glowed like heated coal.

"You fight me, then?"

None moved at his words.

Not one dared speak.

He sneered at this, at the group of four.

"If it woman, she mine first. My seed, my claim. Then...

He motioned vaguely, as if the rest of her didn’t matter.

"...What’s left, you eat, or fuck but not a moment after I go first."

The four brutes didn’t argued, woman is not worth life.

As such they all stormed off from the altar in fear. The area around them still simmering with the tension their chief’s wrath had soaked into their hides.

The gate loomed ahead, twisted iron and bone lashed with sinew, standing crooked against the afternoon sun.

They moved in a staggered pack, Urmog leading, breath heavy, dragging a cleaver the size of a coffin lid.

Grak beside him, twitching, muttering curses. Drol and Shekk lumbered behind, still bickering under their breath.

The firelight faded. Cold wind kissed their scarred flesh as they head towards the gate to either kill or capture.

And when they reach that is when they saw it, or rather him.

Standing just beyond the threshold of the war camp.

All alone, and standing still. Was a human boy. Or maybe not... Hard to say with those pair of purple horns on his head.

Along with his inhumane black sclera, and golden slitted eyes that shimmered menacingly.

As he just stand there and smile at the group.

Of course not being a woman, cause the orcs to get even more furious as they took the wrath of the chief for without reason.

"...What in pig-mother’s cunt is that?"

Grak spat, stopping cold.

"That no girl."

Shekk snarled.

"That boy looks small, won’t fill tummy sadly."

Drol’s nose curled in frustration as he commented saying as such.

"Where tits? Where hips? No breeder hole!"

Urmog bared his teeth, pissed off like a kicked beast.

"Stinking trick! Chief say woman, not runt spawn!"

They all looked at each other.

Then back at him.

Adam didn’t move.

He just stood there, hands at his sides, expression unreadable. The wind tousled his long dark hair. His presence, even without a word, felt... menacing if one could sense Astrum they would realize how fuck they are.

Grak growled in frustration, stepping forward.

"I crush him anyway. Rip bone, crack neck. No use to Chief, but meat still meat."

Drol sniffed the air and recoiled, nostrils flaring.

"...Wait he smell like Oni and vampire cunt you think this good idea."

That froze them again.

Shekk narrowed his bloodshot eyes.

"Half-blood maybe... Or weak Metaman."

Urmog raised his cleaver, spitting to the dirt.

Their almost doable intelligence clearly showing, until it fail them.

"Doesn’t matter. He not what Chief want, so we kill slow. Make him scream. Then offer heart to fire, make peace with disappointment atleast."

Adam tilted his head.

Still smiling.

Like he didn’t hear them, or rather he was just amused at, the situation.

"Ahhh this annoying ... I kill first."

Drol lunged first.

With a roar like tearing gravel, the brute raised his cleaver high above his head, two hands wrapped tight around its crude leather grip.

The rusted edge gleamed red in the torchlight of the gate as he brought it down, aimed to split the boy’s skull like overripe fruit.

But the blow never landed.

The cleaver froze inches above Adam’s head.

As the motion of it’s intent stop completely by some unseen force.

Drol snarled in confusion, muscles bulging, straining to push the blade through.

"Why... blade stuck!?"

He barked suprise his spittle flying as a result.

It was no illusion.

The steel quivered in place, held not by a shield, nor by flesh, but by space itself.

Around Adam, the air was filled with Astrum as a spatial distortion rippled outwards, and world around him started to distorted slightly, like the surface of a pond moved by wind.

Tiny motes of light began to spiral from the ground, invisible to all but one.

From the shadows, Priscilla’s eyes widened, her pupils contracting like a cat sensing a storm.

"...Amazing."

She whispered in amazement at how Adam was using magic without magic circle but more like spirit itself.

The chosen and desired results just come into being because of his horns.

She watched, entranced even as the once-neutral Astrum of the world that clung to Adam like fog began to change.

"... The process of conversion is still the same, but the result are immediate."

Priscilla said to herself as she analyze Adam from afar.

The shift in the nature of Astrum was clean, elegant, and horrifying.

The space around Adam wasn’t passive anymore. It pulsed greatly.

And even with demonic orcs great strength, Drol struggled to free his wepaon.

"What trick is this!?"

He roared, pulling harder.

Adam looked up slowly, golden slit eyes locking with Drol’s fearful glare.

His voice came out low and childlike.

Bored even.

"...Are all orcs this stupid?"

He said as if analyzing an amusing animal.

Drol on the other hand froze. The other two, Shekk and Urmog, flinched at the tone.

"You charged me, and expect me not defined myself, wow, ohhh well...

"Will some help kill strange meat."

Drol said looking at the group of confused orcs behind him.

Adam on other hand tilted his head in annoyance, and space followed the motion like water clinging to glass.

As reality distorts at the slightest and obvious movements.

"Do I look like meat to you?"

Adam said clearly pissed and the space around him snapped as a result of his will.

Drol’s weapon twisted, cleaver folding in half, not from force, but from absence. The blade crumpled in the air like it struck a black hole, sucked into a spiral of nothingness that wasn’t there a moment ago.

Drol screamed in horror at the sight of his weapon disappearing the way it did.

Till a weird sensation engulfed him from every direction.

He felt the space close in around his arms. Around his ribs. Around his heart.

And he knew, he was royally fucked as this point.

Adam then raised a finger, as he looked at the orc and said.

"I wonder...

"How many ways can I fold an orc?"

And Drol began to float in the air, as he was about to become Adam first test dummy.

As a human from a modern world before his transmigration, he was quite familiar with psychics.

As such he was quite familiar with different theory of space.

Their was a lot of things she could try out without needing the help of the spirit language to code in that result into existence.

Rather he could just manifest it now.

"Hehehe... This is going to be so fun."

He said with a monsterous smile.

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