OP Milf System: Every Moan, I Grow Stronger!

Chapter 208: Chapter 209: Another Battle

The entire room was filled with desperate cries and agonizing pleas for almost a day before it finally fell silent... the pig had utterly lost his voice after vomiting blood and shredded flesh.

Not only was his mouth completely broken, but every inch of his body had been skinned, plucked, shattered, and smashed.

Even most of the captive humans who were impaled around the room couldn’t withstand the gruesome spectacle; many passed away from sheer horror. It was a scene of total, unmitigated annihilation.

"Ahh, he’s nothing but a complete husk now," Quinn said as he exited the room, dusting off his hands as if nothing had happened.

"Fufu, you fulfilled my deepest wish, one that I never even dared to voice, Quinn." Alice was beyond ecstatic.

The pig had confessed all of his atrocities, and they had recorded every single word...it’s finally time to showcase the disgusting deeds to the masses

It was finally time for them to uncover just how deep the corruption of those high-ranking seats ran.

It was a legacy of depravity that had been buried and sustained for countless years, passed down from generation to generation.

The typical, hidden filth of those supposedly clean and unblemished humans.

"Now, can we go? Staying here is such a hassle. Besides, you promised us..." Lilith murmured, leaning against his chest as she practically begged for some intimacy.

"Don’t be so impatient, my gorgeous girl. I can sense some fun approaching at high speed. Not just one, but seven signatures."

"Oh! Are the newcomers strong? Tell me, it’s going to be another bonus for us, right?" Her excitement boiled over once again.

If Quinn deemed it ’fun,’ it meant the approaching humans were formidable,far stronger than the insects they kept sending to their deaths time and time again.

"Yes. All of them are Grandmasters. And one is on a completely different level... maybe over a thousand in stats." Quinn walked out in front.

"Let’s go greet our guests. Hehe, I think we can finally have some real fun at last." Quinn had been growing bored of the repetitive cycles; now that a promising challenge was arriving, it was finally time to stretch his muscles.

"Okay, okay... I’ll take them out just like always." Lilith didn’t care about the numbers.

On their side, they had Quinn and two other monsters who were easily at the Grandmaster level.

Besides, she was no lightweight in her own league either.

"I will slaughter them instantly," Zero stated coldly.

"Well, well, well, I’ve been wanting to polish my dual-sword style anyway..." Lyra added with a grin.

"Let’s not delay... oh, I’m practically craving a blood-curdling event right now."

Snap!

Quinn snapped his fingers, and the room behind them was instantly engulfed in purple fire, vaporizing everything that once belonged to the tyrant.

Too bad for them; they were all reduced to ashes now... leaving behind absolutely nothing.

The five of them exited the estate. Quinn stood at the forefront, cracking his neck in anticipation.

BOOM!

The ground a mere fifty meters away from Quinn exploded violently.

Dust and debris shot into the air, completely obscuring everyone’s vision.

"Wow, that is certainly a grand entrance for another group of dead men." Quinn clapped his hands, thoroughly amused that these next victims managed to pull off some flashy moves before dying.

"Pui! Hahaha! So this arrogant prick is the one who keeps popping up like a mole!" a loud voice boomed. The speaker—the son of the family patriarch—laughed raucously as the dust slowly settled, revealing seven figures standing in the crater.

"Wow, quite a display, man. How about you introduce yourself first?" Quinn showed his playful side. He had been far too serious over the past few days, so it was time for a change of pace. Remaining cold all the time was boring, and it didn’t really fit his style anyway.

As for farming aura or whatever, he didn’t give a damn. He could farm aura just fine by making his gorgeous MILFs moan like there was no tomorrow. It was infinitely more satisfying to know his women were crying out because they loved him, rather than focusing on useless mechanics.

"HAHAHA! This fucker is like a total clown, guys! This piece of shit actually thinks he can defeat us? How laughable! Besides, a dead man has no need to know my name!" The patriarch’s son laughed so hard that snot practically spewed from his nose.

"Lord, you don’t need to strain yourself laughing so hard. It’s a waste of your valuable life force to chuckle at a mere insect," a woman with a heavily caked face chimed in. Her makeup foundation was applied so thickly it looked like mounds layered on top of each other.

"Yes, Lord. We just need to have our fun, so there’s no need to waste your time." Another woman flaunted her chest, attempting to jiggle her breasts, but there was zero reaction because she was completely flat!

’Damn, are they seriously doing that? That’s repulsive...’ Lilith thought, nearly gagging with revulsion.

Were these people seriously flaunting that kind of pathetic display?

Even Quinn’s four women felt self-conscious about their own appearances at times, and they never trashily paraded their bodies like that.

It was sickening, and they all firmly believed that natural beauty was far superior...well it’s definitely true.

Natural is the perfect embodiment of being confident to once self.

"Lord, we’ve already wasted too much time. Let’s just slaughter this man and head back home," a hulking man who looked like an unstoppable juggernaut grunted, stepping forward.

The thick cloud of dust began to clear away. The pig and the juggernaut stood perfectly still, their eyes wide with fear.

Out of the gray smoke, Quinn walked forward.

His clothes were slightly dusty, but he did not have a single scratch on his body.

He was smiling warmly, as if he had just taken a nice walk in the park instead of taking a massive explosion directly to the face.