Lord Evolution: Starting With SS-rank Skills

It was almost midnight, and the village square remained lively with the excitement of the people. At this moment, the cooks had already finished cooking, and everyone was currently eating their fill—everyone formed large circles and ate together. Most could be seen eating large portions of meat, some taking generous gulps of wine, and others scooping up the delicious soup.

Children ran around the place as usual, making it even more lively.

In some areas, groups of young men, including soldiers, formed large circles around campfires, while beautiful women moved their bodies flexibly, exhibiting their wonderful dance steps.

Claps, laughter, and discussions echoed continuously across the village square.

Meanwhile, not so far away from the village square, Dragun could be seen sitting beside the meeting hall with a solemn expression on his face. He sat on a large rock placed beside the house.

In his head, several dark scenes resurfaced, torturing him mentally.

In one of the scenes, both Dragun and three other men could be seen kneeling with their hands and feet bound in chains.

Soon, two powerful-looking men radiating dark and evil auras walked towards them, one of them holding a long and sharp scythe like the Grim Reaper.

The scene quickly fast-forwarded to Dragun and the men kneeling, desperately pleading for their lives and seeking escape. They struggled to free themselves from the chains; one cried with tears and snot dripping from his facial orifices, pleading with all the strength he had in him—but their struggle was fruitless.

The two men only laughed at their struggles.

The one holding the scythe even began swinging it to make them feel even more threatened—the crying man even had a heart attack on the spot.

The men didn't seem to care at all.

The scene then fast-forwarded again, now showing the two men beside Dragun dead. Dragun could be seen staring at the corpses with fright, sadness, and anger for the men who killed them—the two deceased men were his friends. They had been through hell together but never even got to enjoy the fruits of their hellish journey before dying.

Dragun quickly turned his head to the two men in front of him, with deep anger and hatred radiating from his eyes, his teeth gritting angrily.

But his angry and fierce look turned timid and horrified when one of them brought out a strange and terrifying centipede-like creature from his pocket and brought it close to Dragun's face while Dragun tried his best to move away, even screaming for nonexistent help.

As this last scene appeared, Dragun clenched his fist, and his teeth gnashed uncontrollably—he quickly stopped himself from rethinking those moments over again.

He let out a loud and heavy sigh, "Night has gradually become a torturous part of the day for me because of those evil scumbags!" he exclaimed hatefully, clenching his fist.

"I can't sleep properly because of them at night, and even in the bright hours of the day, I can't relax because all I see and recall is the ugly and hateful face of those... those fuckers!"

Dragun kept speaking to himself with a lot of anger.

After muttering to himself for a few minutes, his eyes turned red, and tears dropped as he recalled the number of friends he had made and lost during his journey—all at the hands of some evil, powerful bastards!

"I can't even think of their names anymore! Simply thinking of mentioning their names could bring destruction upon these people," Dragun sighed.

He had a lot to tell others, but it would only bring their destruction—Dragun preferred to keep everything inside and try to work everything out himself.

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While the night continued blissfully in the village square and solemnly with Dragun, Rowan and Riela engaged in the physical manifestation of their love and lust for each other.

Riela could be seen looking at Rowan with worried eyes after hearing his words.

"W-What should I do to make you feel good," she muttered in a low and embarrassed tone, still feeling the blissful sensation of pleasure from her flower cage, which remained hungry for more.

Rowan looked at Riela and smirked—it was an unwritten tradition in Winterseed for the youth to learn about the practices and methods of making babies from their parents. Sadly, Riela had none, and she was so inexperienced in that topic. She had only heard a few rumors about how it feels to have sex from her very few friends, but never 'how to have sex.'

Hearing her question, Rowan couldn't help but want to hear how she would make him feel good if she knew nothing about sex. "You tell me, Riela. Remember, you didn't instruct me on how to make you feel good."

Riela looked at Rowan with an embarrassed look on her face as she recalled their activity earlier—the sensation, her body movements, and the weird sounds she made during the process, especially when she orgasmed. She now desired nothing but to dig a hole and hide her face at this moment.

"Come on, don't keep me waiting. I want to feel good too!" Rowan hurried her with a smirk. "Tell me how you plan to make me feel good, Riela!"

Riela thought about her answers for a few seconds before shyly pointing at Rowan's backside and chest. "I-I will follow your steps, Rowan," she said softly.

Rowan's face turned pale immediately, and his expression ashened. 'Being inexperienced has its own disadvantages sometimes—why the heck would she want to squeeze my peerless, powerful ass!'

Rowan couldn't believe that Riela would suggest such a thing.

Riela observed his reaction and immediately felt bad, she didn't even understand what she did wrong to make Rowan react that way.

Before she could even apologize, a smirk appeared on Rowan's face, and he looked at her with a cunning expression—Riela had only seen this sort of expression a few times and knew it wouldn't end well for her.

"Riela, darling, squeezing a man's ass does not make him feel good!!"