Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!

Chapter 386: I Am Magnanimous

Capturing Levis put us in a hugely advantageous position.

I’d heard some of the details from Shaitan, but at the time she’d briefed me, we hadn’t yet dealt a complete defeat to the enemy.

’We won.’

But I was certain of victory. I couldn’t help but be certain. It was a little bittersweet, but I’d confirmed one undeniable indicator of our legion’s victory.

[Bond Summon: Resurrect fallen subordinates.]

"...A massive number died."

Two hundred.

Two hundred legion soldiers had died and been added to the Bond Summon list.

Fairies who had operated covertly to take Spica Castle.

Succubi who had accompanied the fairies to subdue the adventurers remaining in Spica Castle.

Orcs who had faced human adventurers in head-on combat.

Andras who had fled the subjugation force’s pursuit and eventually fought them directly.

Harpies who had provided air support from the sky despite dying from a single graze.

Not a single subordinate rated 3-star to 4-star had died; they’d only sustained serious injuries. The fact that only the relatively lower-level and lower-ranked subordinates had been wiped out stung deeply.

"They died because they were weak."

They had been far too weak to fight human adventurers. Because they were weak, they were decapitated, stabbed through the heart, burned to death by magic.

"So they will become stronger."

I was different from the version of me that had gone all in on a single maiden. Of course, raising a single ace wasn’t bad, but war isn’t fought by one person; it’s fought by everyone together.

"I won’t fight again until I’ve resurrected every last one of you. I promise."

I silently offered a moment of tribute to those whose names now appeared on the Bond Summon list. I examined each subordinate who had been sacrificed for my petty ambition of conquering the world and building a paradise for the legion, calculating the amount of magic stones needed for their resurrection.

Vwoooom.

Lost in thought, I arrived at my dungeon’s hub. An eerie stillness hung over the dungeon, and I felt a chill.

’What? Why is no one here either?’

In a silence so deep I almost wondered if I’d taken the wrong portal, I waved at someone sprinting toward me from the opposite entrance.

"Lune."

"Master!"

"Wait. Don’t come running up and throw yourself at me. My back still hurts."

"B-but I have to!"

Lune nearly threw her arms around me but immediately started patting my back instead. I lay flat on my dungeon bed, and Lune began pressing firmly into my lower back like a masseuse.

"How did the war go?"

"We won. We killed everyone who resisted, and killed everyone who refused to do it with monsters, too. Roughly half decided to become citizens of our legion."

"Half?"

I’d figured 20% converting to the legion would break even, and 30% would be a jackpot. And here, a full half had decided to join.

"How?"

"Umm... whenever one elf girl took one guy aside, everyone else just gave up resisting."

"These damned humans. They’d rather die than miss out on doing it with an elf."

Whether goblin, minotaur, or human, the lust for elves as a species seemed to be universal. Of course, the more you learned about elves, the more it seemed like their species was born for sex.

Body fluids that taste like fruit.

A back hole that exists despite having no need for bowel movements.

Erogenous zones concentrated in those pointed ears.

And above all, a legendary fit that never gets old no matter how many times you indulge.

"...Makes perfect sense. Even if you’re about to die, doing it once with an elf before you go would be a dream come true."

"What about you, Master?"

"I’m going to keep doing it with you and Luna until the day I die. If I’m dying anyway, going out while inside you wouldn’t be half bad."

"Master, don’t talk about dying. You have to stay alive until the day I die."

Lune’s hands pressing on my back started to ache a little. I wanted to spend a hundred, no, ten thousand years with Lune, but the biological difference between orcs and elves was an inescapable fate.

"I could forgive you living until I die, being with me the whole time, and then moving on to other women after I’m gone. But I won’t accept you dying before me. You wouldn’t leave me all alone for the rest of my life, right?"

"Of course not. ...Once I become a Demon King, I’m sure I’ll discover the secret to immortality, or at least the secret to longevity. Heh heh, don’t worry. I won’t die."

Even if someone tried to kill me, I wouldn’t die. I rolled over and pulled Lune toward me. She settled into my arms without resistance.

"Are the others handling the aftermath right now?"

"Yes. Eila is supporting Spica Castle, Shaitan is supporting Gremory’s side, and Luna is managing the prisoners. Right on the outskirts of Ras Vegas, in the wasteland, they’re using that... slime concrete? They’re hardening the prisoners in place with it for now."

Even during the time I’d been unconscious, the legion had kept running smoothly without any major hiccups. Granted, I’d only been asleep for about a full day, but the post-war cleanup was proceeding just fine without me having to micromanage every detail.

"Good. So all I have to do now is sit back and enjoy the show."

"Right now? If your back is bad, just stay lying down. I’ll get on top."

"No, it’s fine. I’ll heal soon. You’ve been through a lot too; I can’t make you work hard."

"Hmph. You actually just want to go eat something else, don’t you."

"...I’ll eat, then come do you. After I eat."

"Fine."

There was no reason to lie to Lune, and trying to hide my true feelings didn’t work on her anyway. It was easier to just be upfront.

"So what are you going to eat?"

"Let’s start with the thing I’m most worried about."

"Levis?"

"No. Levis is handled. She won’t even have the mental capacity to use divine power."

Lucifer, who’d had her dick bitten and felt every ounce of that pain, was currently conducting the training, so Levis was probably getting absolutely wrecked by the tentacles. The amount of semen inside Levis’s belly wasn’t just one or two loads’ worth, so the tentacle dicks would absorb it and refill, tormenting Levis in the process.

"Oh. Wait."

I’d been too busy messing with Levis to pay attention, but a memory surfaced and I opened the system window.

[Rok Grimfang Shek x Levis (prisoner): Union of Dungeon Lord and Half-Dragon]

[Expected Result - Levis (prisoner)]

????? - 4-star, 99% (new species)

Levis Ann - 6-star, 1%

[Sowing: Plant seeds. The harvest period varies widely.]

[Sowing Target: Levis Ann (prisoner) ★★★★★☆]

[Estimated Time: 1 hour from now (2 hours)]

"...Whoa?"

Overwhelming.

I was stunned by the expected results from the seed I’d planted in Levis. It seemed so off that I double-checked with my own eyes.

"Wh-what on earth...?"

"Why are you so surprised?"

"Lune, the thing is."

I told her about the incredible odds on the egg Levis would produce. Lune puffed her cheeks and showed her irritation.

"I don’t like her."

"Why?"

"I still have to wait months before I can have your baby, but she gets to pop one out every two hours."

"...Well, if we went at it, that’s how it would work out."

By simple math, that was 12 a day. On top of that, the prospect of definitively reincarnating the currently 5-star Levis into a 6-star was incredibly tempting.

"Heh heh, jealous?"

"Obviously. I want to try laying eggs soon like everyone else. I’m curious what the pleasure of laying an egg feels like, and since it’d be your egg, that makes it even better. Hee hee."

"...Let’s wait patiently."

"Okay. It’s our first child, so I’ll follow your lead."

Every single thing Lune said did something strange to my heart. The fact that Lune, right here in front of me, was far more appealing than Levis, who could crank out 4-stars every two hours, was surely not strange at all.

"Love over performance, every time."

"Are you saying I fall short?"

"The performance that used to fall short has grown so much that love doesn’t even need to cover for it anymore. Heh heh heh, but didn’t I basically raise you? Back when you were 2-star, you couldn’t even hit adventurers or Andras with your arrows... sheesh."

Lune shot me a sharp glare. Nowadays she was an unerring marksman, but when we’d first met, she’d been so bad with a bow that you’d question whether she was really an elf.

"I went through hell and back trying to train you. Come to think of it, it might be your fault. Going all in on you might have weakened the average fighting power of the whole group."

"How is that my fault? You’re the one who said you wanted to take my virginity."

"Ahem."

That shut me up. I gave Lune’s butt a light squeeze and changed the subject.

"At first, I thought it’d be enough if just a few got strong. But I was wrong. Our entire legion needs to get stronger, so that no one has to die."

"Master...."

"I can’t walk the righteous path forever. I’m a demon. Because I’m a demon... there may come times when I have to walk a demon’s path. Even if it means abandoning human decency, pursuing efficiency above all else."

"...."

Lune stroked my cheek and smiled softly.

"Lune. Is it truly okay for me to take one more step forward?"

"Master. I’m still too young to say whether what you’re thinking is right or wrong, but...."

Lune pressed her lips gently against my cheek.

"I’ll stay by your side and make sure the path you walk becomes the right answer."

"...I see. Heh heh, right. The path I walk becomes the right answer."

Lune’s reply left me with a hollow feeling. When I thought about it, it was simple. For someone who sought to defy even the taboos set by the world itself, clinging to the values of a past life was limiting in many ways.

The result of that clinging had been these 200 deaths. Pursuing what I thought was the righteous path, limiting synthesis to ghouls only, and trying to strengthen our forces primarily through magic stones and demonic fluid had been somewhat inefficient.

"Lune. If you had the chance to be reborn as an orc, what would you do?"

"No."

"Wh...?"

Just as I’d been about to broach the subject, Lune gave an answer that completely exceeded my expectations.

"Not in a million years."

"N-no, Lune, this is purely hypothetical.... And you’ve seen Lancelot. There’s nothing really wrong with being a female orc..."

"You said it yourself in passing once. That the golden rule for an orc wife is an elf. I don’t want there to be another high elf at your side."

"...That’s a surprisingly adamant refusal. Understood. I hear you loud and clear."

It seemed the "mass reincarnation" plan would need to be discussed with someone else later. I pulled Lune close and sat up.

"Lune, I think I need to move quickly. Help me up a bit."

"I’ve already prepared something for that. One moment."

Lune let out a sharp whistle. From the ceiling, clusters of red slime plopped down and revealed themselves.

"Master, I’ve been waiting."

"Lime? Shouldn’t you be at Spica Castle right now?"

"After everything that happened... the people will understand if the baroness doesn’t show her face for a while."

"Fair point. All right, then why did you bring two Slamias along?"

Behind Lime, Clian and Nifran took shape and bowed their heads to me.

"We figured you’d still have trouble walking."

"No, I’m fine. I can still walk."

"Master, you hurt your back. You shouldn’t be walking until you’ve fully recovered. So you’re going like this."

Squirm. Squirm. Lime and the two Slamias overlapped their bodies and began forming a shape. I couldn’t help but gulp at what they were assembling.

"Well, how do I even describe this?"

Clian and Nifran held their upper bodies stiff and upright while their serpentine lower halves trailed along the ground, twisted together like a pretzel. Lime positioned her torso between them and draped her lower body over their intertwined coils. And I was to sit on top of Lime, straddled like a saddle.

In effect, they’d just built a chariot exclusively for the Legion Commander. I mounted behind Lime, sat Lune behind me on my back, and cleared my throat.

"Ahem. I am magnanimous."

"Huh?"

"Practicing what I’ll say to the prisoners. Yes.... this is the crucial decree that will decide the fate of humans trembling with the fear of death."

Mate with a monster and live, or refuse and choose death.

"The human prisoners at Raspica, and the soldiers captured at Ras Vegas. This standard will apply uniformly to all of them, and it also determines the fate of those who choose death."

I issued my blanket order to them all.

"Any who wish to die, speak freely. I will grant you a peaceful end."

Magnanimously, cleanly, with a single blow, I intended to send them to the goddess’s side.