CHAPTER 30: VOICE WITHIN MY SKULL

At the Water Healing Clan’s Territory

Allen, Natasha, and Lilitu approached a wide, low-built bungalow. The air around them was tense—hot and rigid—not like their usual playful banter. Today, there was no room for jokes.

Natasha and Elara led the way, thoughts racing through their minds. They knew something was wrong with Allen. It wasn’t just his silence—it was his very presence. Though still undeniably Allen, he had grown too quiet. Too still.

The arena they walked through felt like a freshly-born piece of nature. The air was warm and alive, like the gentle breath of the gods themselves. The grass was a lush, nutritional green, and not far ahead, a stream flowed peacefully past the front of the building.

And the trees—broad and tall—seemed to draw nourishment directly from the skies. They rose on both sides of the stream, their branches kissing above to form a living canopy.

Even under the silent light of the moon, the entire environment felt like a golden craft of divine nature.

Suddenly, loud shouting erupted from within the oak-wood masterpiece.

"I SAID NO! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM—A BODY PART DONOR?!"

It was Thalvron’s voice.

"Hey, what are they doing to my guard?" Lilitu muttered, narrowing her eyes as she quickened her pace. Her hips swayed sharply, her ass folds slapping against her thighs with every determined step.

’What’s going on with Lord Allen?’ Natasha wondered, still worried. ’Could this be fear? No... whatever it is, I’m bound to help him. I must.’

She turned abruptly, her breasts bouncing in response to the motion, and gently grabbed Allen’s hand. A smile—genuine and warm—spread across her face, not painted, but born from within.

"Let’s hurry, my Lord."

"Hmph—" Allen hummed, but before he could respond, Natasha was already pulling him forward, heels clicking as she broke into a run.

The hollow wooden floors echoed beneath their feet as they entered the headquarters of the Water Healing Clan, a large building filled with numerous rooms.

The first room they stepped into had a surprisingly modern look, resembling the reception area of a hospital. But everything—the tables, chairs, walls—was made of polished oak wood, harmonizing with the building’s natural aesthetic. Only the aluminum roof at the rear stood in contrast.

Behind the reception desk sat naked female elf although that was normal in this world. Her chest was laughably flat, barely noticeable, and her short, brown hair fell back as she dozed off, mouth hanging open, completely dead to the world in sleep.

"Let’s register at the reception," Natasha said, but immediately dismissed the idea when her gaze fell on the elf. "—Oh, never mind."

"I’M NOT AGREEING TO THAT!" Thalvron’s voice roared again from deeper inside.

"This way..." Natasha said quickly, pulling Allen with her as they passed an opened door revealing a hallway lined with multiple rooms. Most were closed—except one, which stood ajar.

Natasha and Allen rushed in.

The air inside was thick—hot with tension.

Thalvron was slumped against a wall like a defeated child, sweat dripping from his brow. His usual intimidating figure now looked more pitiful than monstrous.

The room’s attention immediately shifted to Allen and Natasha.

"What..." Eldrick growled from a bed at the center of the room. His eyes widened as he sat up, both arms severed, held up like painful burdens. "You’re alive? And... completely intact?"

"Good to see you, Allen. Did you get the kill?" Kelion asked, his voice calmer and lighter now. His severed arm had been replaced—with one of Thalvron’s. It looked new, perfectly grafted, like he’d been born with it. The arm was jet black, with red veins streaking through the skin—a stark contrast to the king’s regal golden complexion.

"I knew he’d come through," Amaterasu said, smiling warmly, standing in front of Thalvron.

Allen chuckled faintly, the corners of his lips tugging in reunion—but his mind was elsewhere. Troubled.

"I’m fine... all thanks to Natasha. She’s a high-ranking warrior indeed."

"Hey! Don’t give her all the praise!" Elara barked from the left corner. "I would’ve done better if you hadn’t told me and Amaterasu to stop here. But I’m glad you’re okay."

"Yeah, I know," Allen said, just as Natasha’s teasing voice cut in with a whisper that sent chills through him.

"Actions speak louder than words..."

"Watch your tongue," Elara snapped, stepping forward aggressively.

"Calm down, Princess. I didn’t call any names. Don’t blame me for what your conscience decided to hear."

"Mmm... I’ll break you," Elara growled, raising a fist.

"You two—stop that," Allen ordered firmly.

Instantly, they snapped to attention like soldiers following a divine command.

"Sorry, my Lord," they said in unison, hands respectfully behind their backs.

"That punch would’ve left a mark on me, you know," Natasha whispered, just loud enough for Elara to hear.

"I’ll burn your rubber skin. Don’t worry," Elara whispered back.

"Two loving birds," Amaterasu chuckled with a playful grin.

"Where was I?" Allen exhaled. "Right... it turns out the true threat was the werewolf personality of Zarynth—now under Hadas’s command. Alone, he’s more dangerous than his other two personalities combined," Allen muttered, his voice darkening. "And the worst part? He spared me. For no reason."

The room filled with silence, heavy with unease.

"What could be worse than Zarynth working with a dark god?" Lilitu muttered, hands on her waist. She wasn’t surprised—she knew what Hadas was capable of. She had heard the ancient stories. He had once tried to invade this world, only to leave on his own, saying:

"What I need to complete my plan has not yet come."

That single line had haunted the vampire clans for centuries. What could a god like Hadas need... that he doesn’t already have?

"Allen," Kelion said, voice steady and humble—commanding the full attention of the room. "Hadas is yours to slay. Not even I can reach him."

"What?..." rasped a feminine voice within the room. It was Fina—the most talented of all water-healing female Merges. Her fair skin glowed with perfection, capable of arousing a man in less than a second only by sight. Her breasts looked like divine blessings—extra large yet upright—planted on a slim frame that made her curvy hips sway more seductively than a drifting chariot.

"Is the king trying to downgrade himself? Are you saying the boy is stronger than you?"

"Yes, Fina." Kelion’s voice was low but steady. "He moved time across an entire planet and survived a being that nearly ended Eldrick. He is stronger. And he’s not even done growing."

"I thought the stronger they are, the bigger the cock. His looks just... eight inch." Fina smirked.

"He’s not an elf. Maybe that doesn’t apply to him."

"Hello..." Eldrick groaned from the bed, drawing their attention. "I’m running out of patience. I’m in pain." He raised his severed arms.

"I’M STILL NOT CHANGING MY DECISION!" Thalvron roared, the unease settling back in his chest.

"Come on, Thalvron," Lilitu purred, stepping forward. "It’s just a slash and—woop—your arm is back."

"A slash, you say? Why don’t you take the slash?" Thalvron snapped, pressing his back to the wall.

"That’s it..." Allen whispered.

A silent message passed between Allen and Amaterasu, then to Lilitu. No words were needed—they all understood via eye contact.

Lilitu smiled. ’Lord Allen never stops to amaze me,’ she thought, as she joined the act.

"Stop acting like a baby, Thalvron..." she taunted, thrusting both hands forward as she took slow, mocking steps toward him.

Amaterasu moved instantly, drawing her blades. With swift precision, she slashed for Lilitu’s hand—but her aim was deliberate, and the fire in her eyes, serious.

"My princess!" Thalvron cried, unaware of the play. He lunged forward, pushing Lilitu’s hand away—at the cost of his own.

Amaterasu adjusted her slash, angling it just above his elbow—the perfect size they needed for Eldrick.

SLASH!

"Argh!"

His arm dropped with a gush of lava-hot blood, splattering the wooden floor as Thalvron fell to his knees— Lilitu falling down with him, trown off balanced by his push.

"That wasn’t so bad, Thalvron..." Lilitu purred.

"Fuck you all..." Thalvron growled. Woop. His hand regenerated in a flash.

"I’m not donating anything else before you ask for my cock!"

"Haha..." Fina chuckled as she picked up the steaming arm from the floor. "You’ve been such a loyal donor."

Eldrick sighed deeply, lying with his broken, bloodied arms spread out beside him on the foam. Fina moved in, placing the donated arms as if plugging them into sockets—each perfectly matched.

"Relax," she said with a sly smile, "my healing is as quick and subtle as the wind."

Raising her hand midair, she summoned water from a jar behind her. The liquid rose like a living serpent, responding to her will.

With precision, she guided the water to Eldrick’s wounds. Her aura shimmered in a soft blue glow, and something remarkable happened.

The water began fusing with Eldrick’s arm stubs, reconnecting flesh, reanimating cells. Within seconds, it was done.

His new arms were a fusion of fair and black skin, joined so seamlessly it looked as if he’d been born with them.

"Wow... you’re talented," Allen muttered, overwhelmed by the sight.

But he had little time to ponder—Hadas’s voice suddenly rang in his head, laced with unbearable pain.

"Come to me, child."

"Arrggh!" Allen groaned, gripping his head as he dropped to his knees. Pain exploded behind his eyes.

"My lord!" Natasha, Elara, and Lilitu gasped, rushing to his side, faces etched with worry.

"Young master..." Thalvron bellowed, trying to keep the mood light. "Get up—I don’t want to donate my head this time!"

"What’s wrong with Allen...?" King Kealion asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Alright, alright," Fina said with a smirk, walking over to Allen and helping him to his feet. "I have a new patient now. And I think what he needs... is a cooling massage. A water massage."

"Yes, please. He could use one," Elara said.

"It’s been stress after stress... just help him ease up," Natasha whispered.

"Don’t worry. I take full responsibility for my patients," Fina smiled, leading Allen outside the building.

Allen followed, wanting to avoid the flood of questions—even though he had no idea what a water massage really meant.

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They reached the stream, its cool water washing away stress like a divine balm.

The night was silent, save for distant owls and the soft current of flowing water trickling beneath the dancing branches above.

"What’s this all about?" Allen asked quietly. The pain had eased, though traces remained in his skull.

"Don’t worry, Allen," Fina whispered as she leaned into him, her warm body pressing into his beneath the moonlight.

Allen didn’t resist. He surrendered to the atmosphere, to her skillful touch.

Her hands moved expertly over his joints—shoulders to back—and even caressed his cock, rubbing it as though worshipping a golden oracle.

Allen let out soft moans, eventually dozing off under the gentle rhythm of her touch, every inch of him cared for.

"By morning, he should be fine," Fina said softly, stepping out of the stream, leaving Allen resting peacefully under the moon’s silent gaze.

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But when the moon reached its zenith, Hadas’s voice returned once more, cutting through Allen’s dreams like a blade:

"I’m waiting, Allen."

Allen jolted awake, pain surging in his skull. He scrambled out of the stream, determination burning in his eyes.

"I’m going to the Vampire Dungeon," he growled. "You want to see me, Hadas? Then you will. And I’ll make sure it’s an unforgettable experience."