Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses

Ezram and Montelia

The kingdoms of the lower humans, or at least that was what the game called them. In this world, there existed different creatures: the elves, kaleeds, dwarfs, sea nymphs, vampires, wolf-kin, and dragons.

The reason this world was not in absolute chaos was solely because of the dragons that kept the peace between all these creatures, but that didn't mean they didn't have squabbles from time to time, even internally, as there were two types of humans: the lesser and the higher humans.

Ezram and Montelia were the kingdoms of the lesser humans, while Albion held the higher humans. Well, it wasn't as simple as that. The reason Albion held that title was because most of the humans in Albion were, for some reason, stronger than those of the other kingdoms, and they claimed it was because they were the descendants of some god. No one really knew, but it didn't mean those from the other kingdoms couldn't be stronger—no, it just meant those from Albion had more starting power in the world of ascension. But what was a little more boost without the effort to keep going? Still, the notion persisted, and the discrimination was more evident in the Arcane Legacy.

The academy owned by the dragons—all races vied for a spot at the academy as it was the greatest learning hub, the ultimate of them all, the apex of knowledge. It was where the next heroes that could save the world were created. Yes, heroes.

You see, gods existed in this world, but the thing was, the gods didn't just rule one world—they ruled multiple worlds, and there came a time when they got bored and decided to play games.

This was what the Arcane Legacy was built for: to grow those who would battle against heroes of other worlds to save theirs, just as it had happened in the past.

Crackle.

"Haah," Anna's eyes shot open and what came first into view was the night sky.

"Huh?" She frowned, then tried to move, and in the next instant—

Pain.

"Kyaa!" she wailed in pain.

"Can you not attract ether beasts?" she heard a voice.

She looked to her side to find a young man eating roasted rabbit.

"You..." she muttered, and then her eyes widened as the memories slammed into her.

She closed her eyes, but then she realized.

Her spatial ring.

The healing potions.

She opened her eyes and looked. There, on the finger of the bastard, was her own ring.

"My ring... give it back," she gritted her teeth as pain surged with every move.

"Hm?" he muttered, tilting his head. "It seems you still don't understand the gravity of the situation," he said, his hand on his chin as though he was pondering.

"I don't know what you did to me. But I swear, if you don't give me back my ring now, I WILL MELT YOUR BONES!" she said, her eyes glowing a fierce blue.

He stared at her.

And then that feeling returned.

Dread.

"Stop breathing." The moment those words left his lips, her body responded.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Her body was on fire, pain like nothing she had ever experienced before. Even the broken bones trembling under her weight in her body did not hurt this much.

Her body wasn't cutting her ability to breathe—no, it was forcing her to stop breathing. But how could she stop breathing? She would die!

It kept on, the pain building up to something so overwhelming her mind was getting ripped to shreds. Her body quaked, trembled, squirmed. She cried, occasionally ceasing her breath but only to resume seconds later due to her broken bones, which gave their own wave of pain.

"Noisy," he commented, then picked up his hard-earned sticks of roasted rabbit. He secured them firmly by the side of his trousers—one of the new clothes he got from the ring, probably meant for Auston. With great difficulty, he made it up the tree, then sat down and watched her rolling, crying, and screaming like a child. He had never seen her cry before, so that meant the pain was in abundance.

"Good," he said, shaking his head. There was no satisfaction in his tone, no glee, no triumph—only cold, chilling indifference as he hung his leg on the branch and looked at the moon through the leaves of the tree, scheming his next move.

"Hm," he hummed. "The north pole it is." He closed his eyes after eating and slept like someone below wasn't experiencing literal hell.

"HELP! PLEASE! UGH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"