Chapter 138: The King of East Gorteau
Republic of East Gorteau, Royal Palace.
Today, four unexpected guests arrived.
The guarding soldiers looked at the four oddly dressed and strangely featured individuals before them and remarked, "Who are they?"
"Are they cosplaying?"
"Probably."
The soldiers casually discussed, but one of them noticed something seemed off.
"They're heading toward us."
Seeing that the other party showed no intention of stopping, the soldiers raised their guns, aiming the dark muzzles at the four uninvited guests.
"Leave immediately!"
"Otherwise, we'll open fi—"
The voice cut off abruptly.
The heads of the dozens of soldiers on site exploded instantly, staining the palace gates crimson with blood.
Led by the King of Ants, the four strode in proudly and upright.
...
Deep within the palace.
Seductive music filled the air as girls dressed in bunny outfits danced energetically on stage.
A portly man sat alone below, indulging in the boundless allure on stage while savoring the delicacies on the table before him.
This man was none other than the King of the Republic of East Gorteau, Ming Jol-ik. To him, life was simple—nothing more than food and pleasure.
Thus, during his reign, he indulged in extreme luxury and enjoyment.
Just then, a secretary handed him a phone. Ming Jol-ik took it, listening to the report from the other end, his face gradually showing impatience.
"Intruders? Then deal with them quickly!"
"There's no need to report such trivial matters, right?"
"I'm very busy right now!"
"What a bunch of fools!"
Ming Jol-ik casually tossed the phone back to the secretary, wiped his greasy mouth with his hand, and stood up to approach the stage.
"Keep the music playing, my beauties, keep dancing!"
...
As the King of Ants and his three companions made their way deep into the palace, they finally encountered a worthy opponent.
The man who approached was the commander of the Republic of East Gorteau's Royal Guard—an extremely muscular bald man, who was also a Nen user.
Given his position as the commander of a nation's guard, his strength was naturally formidable.
The guard commander looked coldly at the King of Ants and his group and said, "I don't know which country's forces you belong to, but those who trespass into the palace have only one fate—death."
"Your Majesty," Neferpitou reminded from the side, always mindful of the King of Ants' remark that those with extraordinary life energy were his favorite delicacies.
"Hmm," the King of Ants nodded. "Even without a close look, I can sense it... he is one of those special humans."
"It really whets my appetite!"
The King of Ants looked up at the guard commander, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.
The next second—
The King of Ants' tail lashed out like lightning, piercing through the chest of the guard captain before he could even react.
Thwack!
Bathed in sunlight, a distorted shadow was cast on the distant ground as the King of Ants skewered the guard captain with his tail, swaying him in the air.
This, too, was following Neferpitou's suggestion that the head of humans was the most delicious part.
The King of Ants controlled his tail, bringing the food before him, then opened his mouth wide and took a bite aimed at the most delectable part!
Blood splattered everywhere!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"This is the taste!"
The King of Ants quickly devoured the entire meal, clenched his fists, and his face was filled with excitement.
"It's coming, it's coming, it's surging out!"
"Ha ha ha ha... This feeling of being filled with power is absolutely marvelous!"
Neferpitou, standing nearby, keenly observed that after the meal, the King of Ants' aura immediately increased.
"So that's it, this is the King's ability."
"After consuming the prey's aura, it converts into his own. In other words..."
"The more the King eats, the stronger he becomes!"
The remaining humans, whom the King of Ants deemed worthless, had their lives extinguished in an instant.
Just like that, the King of Ants and his three companions swaggered into the inner palace.
At that moment, the bloated, gluttonous pig was still indulging in his debauchery. Only when the hall's doors were pushed open did he turn to look at the uninvited guests and loudly demand, "Who are you?"
It must be said that long years in a high position had lent his questioning a certain authority; an ordinary person might indeed have been intimidated.
But the four figures before him continued to advance without hesitation, and he finally began to panic.
"Guards! Where are the guards?!"
"Stop coming closer."
"Damn you! Do you know who I am? I am Ming Jol-ik, the super leader of the century, the great father of all people, the King of Kings!"
It must be said, this monologue would make a fitting epitaph.
The King of Ants looked at the noisy fat pig before him, a puzzled expression on his face, because in his perception, this person had not a trace of aura.
Utterly worthless!
"Can such trash really be a king?" the newly born King of Ants voiced his doubt.
Shaiapouf, standing nearby, explained, "In the human world, this phenomenon is not uncommon. Some people, lacking both brains and talent, can attain undeserved positions through inheritance or connections..."
Hearing Shaiapouf's words, the King of Ants showed a flicker of anger and said, "What kind of logic is that? Puppet rulers bring a hundred harms and no benefits—it's the behavior of foolish creatures. It seems this country would be better off under our control."
"Yes."
Neferpitou nodded, acknowledging the King's command.
"Although they're not special humans, they can still serve as food for the soldiers. In terms of meat quality, they're considered premium, and the quality can be managed by the meat itself, making rule much simpler."
Ming Jol-ik had no idea of the severity of the situation.
"I will use my divine power to punish you with heavenly retribution! Get out of here now!"
The next moment, he was already a corpse.
Cat Girl looked at the corpse of Ming Jol-ik lying in a pool of blood and said, "Your Majesty, please leave his body to me. I can use him to manage the humans."
"Whatever."
The King of Ants seemed disinterested and turned around, noticing dozens of scantily clad dancing girls trembling in a corner of the palace.
"Please, we beg you! Don't kill us!"
"Please spare us!"
The King of Ants threw his head back and laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Hahahaha, what a bunch of fools."
"Use your underdeveloped brains to think carefully—when you slaughter pigs and sheep, do you ever consider letting them live?"
After saying this, the King of Ants walked past them and stepped outside the palace.
...
Gazing into the distance.
Far away on Kukuroo Mountain, Mord had just finished his daily sparring session with Netero. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stood atop the mountain and looked toward the south.