Chapter 123: Belesa: I must make sure the King has an heir!

I may not have amazing victories, but I can amaze you with the defeats that I came out of alive.

~ Anton Chekhov

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Afterward.

Belesa lazily propped herself up on her arm, half-leaning against the couch.

The fallen sheet outlined her exceptionally smooth physique.

Female Viltrumites all looked slender and well-proportioned, but they were actually well-nourished with exceptionally alluring curves.

(For details, refer to Anissa vs. Mark... iykyk)

"You should go!" she suddenly spoke.

"Why?" Hillel lay there with an absurd expression.

Putting on your pants and pretending you don’t know me?

"Because I don’t have the right to possess you." Belesa’s voice was somewhat dejected. "I am not the strong one, I cannot defeat you, and according to the rules, I am not qualified to spend a wonderful night with you!"

Hillel chuckled.

"What kind of bullshit rule is this?"

He reached out and pulled Belesa into his arms.

"Here, I am the rule. It’s a matter of mutual consent, who dares to question it?"

He lowered his head, looking at the kitten-like woman in his arms.

"On Viltrum, where muscles rule the brain, fists are the rules. Even the Emperor is no exception. Whoever dares to question it, I will kill them for you!"

Belesa’s breathing suddenly stopped.

Kill even the emperor for me?

In her arrogant and fierce eyes at this moment, a layer of mist actually slowly welled up.

Female Viltrumites selectively extracted information.

Belesa propped herself up, extended a finger, and stroked the corner of Hillel’s mouth with incomparable gentleness.

That gesture was too tender to be that of a female warrior.

The ruthless female demon showed a trace of rare... attachment in her eyes!

For a native female Viltrumite, such overt emotions were almost impossible to appear.

They suppressed their emotions; even parents, husbands, children... were all like strangers to them.

Hillel’s existence seemed to have changed Belesa’s perspective.

According to the settings, the stronger the Viltrumite, the scarcer their emotions actually were.

They couldn’t handle even a little bit of stimulation.

This point was actually similar to Homelander.

However, compared to Homelander’s distorted personality, Viltrumites were much more mentally sound. They were just thrown into a World that worshipped force since birth, a World that couldn’t tolerate the slightest bit of warmth.

Personal narratives were just an insignificant drop in the bucket compared to the empire’s narrative.

As long as they were replenished with the missing love.

In the name of love!

Unwavering unto death!

...

Hillel spent the night at Belesa’s place.

Since that was the case!

Then he would make a big wave in this World!

Hillel wasn’t satisfied with just grinding experience; he wanted to fiercely pound Planet Viltrum!

Thaddeus would rather use the scourge virus to exterminate his own kind, while Hillel planned to take another path.

Just before dawn.

Rumble!!!

A violent vibration startled Hillel awake from his sleep.

"Damn it! Whoever is disturbing my peaceful sleep, you better be Thragg!"

Half of Belesa’s house was forcefully smashed and collapsed, with gravel and dust falling patteringly down.

But Belesa didn’t react much to this; she just rubbed her chin into Hillel’s arms and couldn’t even be bothered to lift her eyelids.

She was the loser!

But at least the King chose her first, instead of those other goods!

Hillel opened his eyes.

Outside the collapsed half of the roof, a dozen familiar figures were floating in the air with hostile glares.

Seeing Belesa happily lying in Hillel’s arms, these female Viltrumites turned red-hot in a second.

On what grounds?

On what grounds could Belesa, this loser, gain Hillel’s favor?

Kill her!

As long as they killed her, they could also take that position!

These female Viltrumites also lacked no resentment.

Why did Hillel single out Belesa?

In terms of beauty, their muscles were equally not inferior!

Hillel helplessly sighed.

"Fortunately I have Super Speed Healing, so I don’t have to worry about my balls, but I won’t treat you guys for collateral damage, oh!"

Naked, he got up from the couch.

A rather impatient female Viltrumite named Dorota was the first to crash in, attacking whoever she saw.

Hillel didn’t even look.

With a kick, he struck her lower abdomen.

Bang!

Dorota’s graceful body was directly kicked flying by this kick, passing through the dilapidated wall and disappearing into the horizon like a shooting star.

Hillel hadn’t used much strength.

Otherwise, you’d be floating in space just like Conquest!

Seeing this, the remaining female Viltrumites not only didn’t retreat, they became even more excited.

Mobbing = Enraging Hillel = Being Selected = Reproduction!

Anyway, they wouldn’t die!

They swarmed forward.

Naked, standing in the dilapidated house, beating down a dozen female warriors was becoming increasingly effortless for Hillel.

Breaking arms, slicing tendons, piercing abdomens, slicing off thighs...

And then putting them all back together.

Hillel was practically an expert now, forcefully practicing a method to dismantle giant mechs the fastest while keeping the opponent awake.

After subduing this group of women, Hillel leisurely sat back down on the couch.

"Belesa." He pointed. "Go get me a set of clothes."

Belesa obediently got up, retrieved a clean Viltrumite battle armor from the corner of the room, and served Hillel in putting it on.

It’s just that her warrior hands were obviously somewhat rusty at doing this kind of thing, and her technique was very clumsy.

"Clumsy-handed, you deserve a beating!"

Belesa blushed without any complaints.

It turned out to be just a light tap? She had thought he would chop off her shoulder with a palm strike.

It was simply... too gentle!

Belesa attentively served Hillel in dressing.

After being fully dressed, Hillel then put his hands behind his back and floated in front of those women; he wanted to pick one of them to take away.

They must be punished!

These people were pushing their luck more and more; if he didn’t punish them, what majesty would he have left?

In the end, Hillel looked at Mira, who had a plump, mature figure and a charming, alluring face.

"It’s you!"

"Let’s go! Come into the room with me!"

Hillel crooked his finger.

Mira lazily climbed up from the ground, her eyes shifting, smiling charmingly as she obediently followed.

Belesa didn’t even look at her more than once.

She had no objections to this whatsoever.

The strong decide who to reproduce with—this was the rule of Viltrum.

In her logic, Hillel was the strong one, and the strong had enough right to choose any woman he fancied.

This was only natural!

The only thing she could do was quietly watch Hillel leave with Mira.

Then, her arrogant eyes shifted, sweeping across those female Viltrumites.

Finally locking onto one of the weaker ones.

"Hey, it’s you!"

Belesa clenched her fists and slowly floated over.

"I can’t beat the great Hillel. But dealing with small fry like you guys is more than enough."

The female Viltrumite’s expression changed.

"You smashed my house and disturbed my love’s rest time!" Belesa said word by word, her voice as cold as millennium ice.

"Before tonight, you must fix my house for me and restore it to its original appearance, not even a single atom can be different!"

"Otherwise... I will kill you all!"

Those weaker female Viltrumites instantly shrank back, not daring to breathe a word.

The stronger ones were even more wary.

They already knew Belesa was formidable, and now she was the woman Hillel valued the most—this could be seen from the order of reproduction.

Provoking Belesa was equivalent to provoking Hillel.

They certainly didn’t want to lose their chance.

Thus, a group of female warriors who had just been extremely fierce were now quietly picking up rubble and acting as bricklayers.

Belesa clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination.

"Once is not enough; I must give birth to the King’s offspring as soon as possible!"

Hillel repeatedly disregarded the emperor, and his words and actions even contained contempt for Emperor Argus. With his strength, he would soon challenge the Regent!

Thragg’s strength was witnessed by all Viltrumites!

She must make sure the King... has an heir!

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