Chapter 1583: The Vanishing Figure ( 1583 )

Angrar smirked, tilting his head toward Julius.

"Yeah, yeah. At the end of the day, you still fucked them~"

Julius kept his radiant smile fixed on the crowd, waving graciously as they passed. His voice stayed low, meant only for Angrar’s ears.

"They’re the ones who offered themselves. For me, it’s just entertainment. I don’t need to do anything. Just like that girl before. She spread her legs without a second thought, forgot that she already had a husband, and let me widen her hole with my dick. I didn’t even have to try. She just... gave in. That’s how easy it always is."

Angrar chuckled, shaking his head with a grin.

"If only I had your talent, Leader. Not just the strongest, but the easiest with women. You barely lift a finger and they fall at your feet." He waved at the crowd lazily as a few people called his name. "No one in this world will ever beat you. Not even that person the Supreme Goddess mentioned. What was his name? Garius?" ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Julius’s smile didn’t waver. But his eyes turned cold. His lips curved upward, sharper, arrogant.

"Garius."

His voice dripped with venom, even as his expression remained perfect for the crowd.

"That weak-minded fool who protects all those lower races. Beastkin. Demons. Elves. Every filthy species he lets crawl into his land, he treats like equals. He calls them allies. Friends."

He waved one hand gracefully toward another family, who bowed low, mouths open in awe.

"He should be purged. Everything he’s built should be burned to the ground. Along with everyone who follows him. A ruler who bends the knee to animals deserves the fate of one."

He paused, his smile widening slightly.

"Once the invasion is start, once our army marches across that land, I’ll make sure everything is put in its proper place. The chosen race on top. The rest... beneath us. And anyone who stands in the way between me and Garius... will be crushed."

While walking, Julius’s eyes wandered lazily across the crowd. His gaze swept over the girls, their breasts, their bodies, their faces. He assessed each one with a cold stare.

Tch... all mediocre.

Plain faces. Common bodies. Nothing worth a second glance.

The kind of women a man fucks once and forgets by morning.

He glanced around again, his gaze sweeping across the town’s modest streets, the simple stalls, the worn wooden buildings.

Of course...

This is a rundown little town. Nothing here but farmers, low-wage workers, and small-time merchants.

What did I expect?

No beautiful girls. No noble blood.

The only girl who looked good was the one who was already married.

Just like the countless married women around this town. Some were pretty, some were plain.

They were fun to fuck. Fun to ruin. A tight pussy that hadn’t been stretched properly, a mouth that knew how to take it after I widened her with my cock.

Fun... for a while. But only for a while. Married women are only interesting until they start begging for more. Then they become just like the rest.

He let out a slow, silent breath through his nose, his smile never leaving his face as he nodded graciously at another group of admirers.

Then his gaze snapped toward a figure in the distance.

W... who is that?

He stopped mid-step, his eyes locking onto her.

She was standing at a fruit stall at the edge of the market, reaching for a small basket of ripe berries. She wore a modest dress. Her waist curved inward, slender and defined. Her hips flared outward, soft and round. Her ass was full, perfectly shaped, pressing against the fabric with every small movement. Her breasts sat high and firm, a perfect size, neither too large nor too small.

She paid the vendor, smiled warmly, and turned to leave.

Julius’s breath caught in his throat.

Wow... she... she’s beautiful.

Her hair was a soft, dark shade, tied loosely at the nape of her neck, a few strands framing her face. Her skin was fair and smooth, glowing faintly in the afternoon light. Her eyes were gentle, wide, and innocent. Her lips were soft and pink, curved into a natural smile that reached her eyes.

She’s so my type!

I want to bend her over and fuck her hard!

He watched her take her bundle and turn, walking away from the stall with a light, unhurried step. The sway of her hips was natural, modest, her free hand lifting her skirt just slightly above the dusty path. She carried her basket against her forearm, her fingers curled loosely around the handle, her posture straight as she moved.

He quickened his pace, his radiant smile still fixed on his face, his eyes locked on her as she walked away from the stall.

"Miss! Wait!"

Julius darted after her, weaving through the crowd, his radiant smile still plastered on his face even as his pace quickened. But the market was crowded, bodies everywhere, carts and stalls packed tight, and the slender figure in the modest dress slipped between a group of merchants and vanished.

Shit!

He spun in place, scanning left, right, peering over shoulders and between stalls.

Where did she go?

Angrar caught up behind him, slightly out of breath, and stopped with both hands on his knees.

"What’s going on? Why were you running?"

Julius said nothing. His eyes kept searching the crowd, sweeping over faces, dresses, hair. He turned slowly, his gaze cutting through clusters of townsfolk, past stalls and awnings, down every gap between bodies. Nothing. She was gone, as if the crowd had swallowed her whole.

"Leader?"

Julius’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled at his sides. He scanned once more, slower, sharper, memorizing every face, every figure, every hint of dark hair and modest dress. Still nothing.

His smile never wavered, but his eyes had gone cold, hard as stone.

"...Nothing, Angrar. Nothing. Just saw something that caught my interest."

He forced a light laugh, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off a trifle. But his gaze lingered on the crowd for a moment longer, unwilling to let go.

Then the townsfolk noticed him. A few gasps, a ripple of excitement, and suddenly they pressed in from all sides, bowing, reaching, calling out his name.

"Supreme Leader!"

"Please bless us!"

"The hero of our nation!"

Julius’s expression shifted in an instant, the coldness melting away as his radiant, warm smile returned, brighter than before. He raised both hands, spreading them wide in a gesture of humble grace.

"Please, please. There’s no need for such formality. I’m just a humble servant of the people."

He chuckled warmly, letting a young mother kiss his hand, patting a child’s head, nodding graciously at the elders who bowed low before him. The crowd pressed closer, voices overlapping in worship.

But behind the warmth, behind the gentle laugh, his eyes flicked one last time toward the direction she had vanished.

I’ll find you.

( End Of Chapter )