Vile Rabbit

Many years have passed since the war started a hundred thousand, to be exact.

And multiple twists and turns had happened.

In the early part of the war, unexpectedly, the ancient humans had the upper hand.

On the lower levels, below the 8 tiers of existence, humans decimated the Damned Ones even though they were outnumbered, based on the fact that the Damned Ones were insane.

Most of them didn't have the mental capacity to formulate battle strategies, and because of their advanced weapons and formations designed to slay Damned Ones.

The 8th tier was the same the generals shattered the existence of two cosmic abominations.

Dravok shattered the disgusting body of the Unfilled One, but right as he was about to shatter its will and divine core, something unexpected happened.

A Lord Fiend of the Death Path, known as the Reaper's Right Hand, appeared with his endless legions.

He intercepted Dravok, then joined forces with the Unfilled One. But even then, they weren't strong enough to defeat Dravok, only achieving a standstill.

Sometime later, a terrifying Damned One, known as the Damned World, awakened from its slumber. It was the true ruler of the Damned Arch Realm. It was extremely horrifying even more so than Dravok.

With a single roar, the Damned Ones regained control of their laws and entered a battle formation no longer a chaotic mess.

"Roooar!"

With a single attack, Dravok's golden blood spilled.

And just like that, the roles flipped. The ancient humans were on the losing end. That continued for twenty thousand years before a Lord Saint joined the fray, along with its army of Life Bringers.

They, without a doubt, joined the humans battling their Death Counter-Path with endless life energy.

The war once again came to a standstill, and that continued for the rest of the hundred thousand years.

The death toll and collateral damage within that short hundred thousand years were apocalyptic. Quintillions died. This number does not just include those that participated in the war, but also the unlucky creatures whose realms and Super Realms shattered from the impact of the war and also those who died from the essence pollution.

Thus is the life of the weak.

After a hundred thousand years, all sides decided that those above the sixth tier should halt combat.

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Which all sides agreed on each having their reasons. Some needed to heal their injuries; some didn't see a possibility of breaking the standstill without something drastic.

So all called for reinforcements. Multiple transmissions penetrated the Realm of Doom, ordering some of their deadliest warriors to return.

Many other transmissions went elsewhere, some in the direction of the Divine Arch Realm, an Arch Realm ruled by the counterparts of the Damned Ones, the ones who were not consumed by the very path they followed: the Unfallen Ones.

A transmission also went in the direction of the Techno Arch Realm, ruled by the counterpart of the ancient humans: Techno-wises.

Zzz! Zzzz!

…

Meanwhile, a giant figure clad in grey garments stood in the concealed area of the Origin Ocean. His eyes shone with extreme curiosity and greed as he gazed at the bloody insides of the blue heel-like law beast that lay before him.

"Blood and flesh molded from fragments of Grand Law… Entire body a walking Grand Law. But yet, still bound by the tales of fate," he muttered aloud as a weird smile appeared on his face. "I wonder what would happen if I devoured you, hehehe."

He then reached out his right hand and grabbed the giant, pulsing heart of the law beast, opened his mouth wide, and,

Splat! Splat!

He devoured it slowly, eyes closed as he savored the ungodly taste and the fragment of Law of Thunder that was cleansing and enhancing his Apex Law. A second later, he opened his eyes.

"I see"

he thought as he transformed into his beast form, opened his mouth wide, and started to viciously devour all of the law beast.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

A few moments later, he felt that his law had increased by a percent. His eyes flashed, after which a small ethereal bunny materialized before him, then shot off into the distance at extreme speed. This bunny could track law beasts based on the unique wavelength they subconsciously radiated. He gazed in the direction of the bunny before vanishing with a look of madness and envy on his face.

Vash!

At the same time, the Wrathful One, who sat cross-legged inside a Grand Law Domain, opened his eyes, then vanished and reappeared in the Upper-Origin Ocean.

A tracking bunny also appeared before him. It hopped around for a second while sniffing the surroundings, then shot off in the opposite direction of the Envy One. He followed it.

Vash!

It was better for him to hunt law beasts than sit inside a Law Domain, for the body of law beasts had a higher rate of increasing his Law.

…

At the same time, while the war was raging on, a being of pure lust was lurking inside the Human Arch Realm.

Inside one of the most ancient Super Realms within the Human Arch Realm within one of the noblest of clans, the Sword Clan, a clan descended from the Second Rank human General inside the royal palace stood a wooden, ethereal throne.

On this throne sat a mythically handsome figure, shirtless, with black fur pants and a beautiful fluffy tail behind him.

Golden jewelry shimmered around his neck and wrists.

The Lustful One.

He gazed downward toward the beautiful Sword Clan Empress, who was kneeling before him, her lips wrapped around his giant member, bopping up and down. With each bop, her throat massaged the tip, sending pleasure throughout his mind.

~Slrrrp ~glck~glck~GRRRLP~

He scanned her from head to toe, a divine beauty with long, flowing black hair, a perfect face carved to perfection, and shimmering red eyes.

Her runic dress armor could barely hide her divine figure: small breasts, thick thighs, and a fat ass that jiggled with each motion. His mind couldn't help but flash to their first meeting and before that.

When his main self vanished, it was like a shackle had broken from his neck. He felt free, now he could do what he wanted truly living up to his name. But he also knew that this freedom was temporary. His main self would eventually return. So he knew he still had to be useful while enjoying life.

Around that time, he sensed the explosion of the Human and Damned War. And it clicked! now would be the best time to infiltrate humanity. And he must say… it was easy.

He literally fucked his way through the safety net.

He met the princess of the Sword Clan she was heading to the battlefield. He disguised himself as a human and seduced her, then worked his way into her thoughts. He convinced her to take him into the Arch Realm with a few sweet words.

He then seduced the spirit of the Divine Guardian, who let them through the realm barrier.

The princess took him to the Sword Clan, where he met the beauty before him. The moment he laid eyes on her, his lustful mind screamed at him:

Mate! Mate!

And who was he to disobey his own embodiment?

So he seduced her, it was easy, despite the fact that she had a husband.

Simply based on negligence.

You see, the so-called patriarchy of the Sword Clan was made up of sword-obsessed men who loved their swords more than their wives.

Her husband completely ignored her and now he was off participating in war. He could tell she hadn't been properly touched and loved for millions of years.

He decided to spend his remaining time before his main self returned here, enjoying the women of the human race. And the main self couldn't blame him. After all, what he was doing was a great thing, satisfying women in need while gaining information about the inner workings of the ancient humans. Plus, he grew stronger from sex.

He smiled lustfully and gently patted the empress head as he released his golden essence down her throat.

Her mouth opened to the max, touching his thighs as she swallowed, her blurred eyes locking onto his.

"~Gulp~gulp~gulp~"

After a few minutes, he stopped releasing.

The Empress slowly removed his member, then cleaned it and kissed the head.

After which, she stood up, gazing at him with extreme desire tainted with a little guilt, the guilt of betraying her husband. For even though he ignored her, she still loved him deeply.

But… but she just couldn't resist the temptation of being touched, loved by the insidiously beautiful creature before her. He was just too tempting.

The Lustful One sat patiently, his giant golden rod standing straight. He waited for her decision.

Would she ride his cock or would she attempt to alert her ancestors?

The decision was hers, as it was with all others.

It was just more exciting this way, the faces they made before they betrayed their mate always turned him on to the max.

The same face she was making now.

She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes narrowed as she battled in her mind. A second passed…

She sighed a unique sigh that only those who had lost to lust could release.

'Sigh!"

His grin widened.

Cli-cling.

The Empress's dress fell to the ground, revealing her divine body in all its glory.