Primordial Awakening: They Targeted My Daughter, I Became The Butcher!

Chapter 114: Fighting Envy

A low rumble rolled across the endless darkness.

The six figures continued forward.

None of them looked behind.

None of them questioned the order.

Their footsteps echoed through the abyss with an eerie rhythm, as though the world itself were counting down to something inevitable.

After several minutes, the towering figure carrying the massive blade finally broke the silence.

"So."

His voice was rough, carrying the weight of grinding stone.

"A mortal killed Wrath."

A faint chuckle came from the smiling Sin.

"Does that offend your pride?"

"It offends my boredom."

The giant rested the sword across his shoulder.

"Wrath talked too much."

"He always underestimated prey."

"He died because he believed fear alone could win."

The smiling Sin laughed.

"Still talking after he’s dead."

"I’ll say it to his face when I see him again."

"There won’t be a face left."

Silence returned.

At the front, the hooded figure neither interrupted nor acknowledged them.

His pace never changed.

Then...

The shadows ahead twisted.

Without warning, the darkness split open.

A colossal claw burst out of the abyss.

It was larger than a mountain.

Its black scales reflected no light, and each talon was longer than a castle.

The creature had no eyes.

No visible head.

Only an endless body hidden within the darkness beyond the rift.

The moment it emerged...

The surrounding abyss trembled.

The smiling Sin sighed.

"...Again?"

The giant frowned.

"It should’ve learned."

The claw descended.

Space crumpled beneath its weight.

The pressure alone was enough to crush ordinary monsters into nothing.

Yet...

The hooded figure never slowed.

His right hand casually emerged from beneath his robe.

One finger.

That was all.

He gently pointed upward.

The descending claw froze.

Not from force.

Not from resistance.

It simply...

Stopped.

An invisible crack spread across its surface.

Then another.

Then thousands.

The mountain-sized limb quietly fragmented into countless pieces before dissolving into black dust.

No explosion.

No shockwave.

Only silence.

The giant clicked his tongue.

"Waste of time."

The smiling Sin watched the falling dust with mild disappointment.

"I thought it’d last longer."

Deep within the darkness...

A deafening roar shook the abyss.

The unseen creature had finally realized what had happened.

Its enormous body surged forward.

This time...

Its full form emerged.

It resembled an endless serpent.

Black scales stretched farther than the eye could follow.

Hundreds of skeletal wings unfolded across its back.

Its mouth opened.

Inside...

There were only eyes.

Thousands upon thousands of crimson eyes.

Each one stared directly at the six figures.

The abyss itself recoiled.

Even the darkness seemed unwilling to touch the creature.

The smiling Sin tilted his head.

"Oh."

"I know this one."

"The Devourer of Forgotten Worlds."

The giant snorted.

"It survived."

"It hid."

"Same thing."

The serpent roared.

Its voice distorted reality.

Entire sections of the abyss fractured.

Countless spatial cracks spread in every direction.

The six figures finally stopped walking.

The hooded figure remained where he was.

Behind him...

The giant stepped forward.

"I’ll stretch a little."

The others didn’t object.

The serpent lunged.

Its speed completely contradicted its immense size.

Space collapsed in layers as it crossed the distance.

The giant smiled for the first time.

He planted the enormous sword into the darkness.

Then...

He punched.

There wasn’t a trace of mana.

No flashy aura.

Only a single fist.

The collision never happened.

The instant his fist reached the serpent...

Everything in front of him disappeared.

Not exploded.

Not shattered.

Erased.

Hundreds of kilometers of the serpent’s body simply ceased to exist.

The missing section floated soundlessly before the remaining halves desperately tried to regenerate.

The giant flexed his fingers.

"Hm."

"It healed."

The serpent screamed.

Its countless eyes glowed.

Black flames erupted from every direction.

Each flame devoured concepts rather than matter.

Distance vanished.

Gravity folded.

Even time seemed to hesitate wherever the flames spread.

The smiling Sin finally stepped forward.

"Move."

The giant shrugged and took a step back.

The smiling man extended both hands.

The grin on his face widened.

Every black flame rushing toward them abruptly stopped.

They began laughing.

Thousands of whispers echoed from every flame.

Then...

One by one...

The flames turned around.

Like loyal servants answering their master.

They surged back toward the serpent.

The creature instinctively tried to retreat.

Too late.

The black inferno engulfed its entire body.

This time...

Nothing regenerated.

The serpent writhed violently.

Its endless body twisted through the abyss.

Within seconds...

It became ash.

Silence returned.

The smiling Sin dusted off his sleeves.

"I’ve always liked fire."

The giant looked disappointed.

"I barely got started."

Neither of them celebrated.

Neither seemed impressed.

To them...

Destroying such a creature wasn’t an achievement.

It was an interruption.

The hooded figure resumed walking.

Without a word...

The other five followed.

Not one of them looked back at the drifting ashes.

...

Meanwhile...

Amon stood alone near the shattered window.

The wind quietly brushed against his hair.

Something felt wrong.

Danger Sense.

It hadn’t activated.

Yet...

His instincts refused to settle.

He rested a hand on Azrael’s hilt.

The blade emitted a faint hum.

Almost as if it had sensed something far beyond the horizon.

Behind him, Collete slowly approached.

She looked noticeably exhausted.

"...Amon."

"Hm?"

"I saw something else."

He turned.

"What?"

"They fought."

Amon’s eyes narrowed.

"The six?"

She nodded.

"There was... a monster."

"I don’t know what it was."

"It was bigger than mountains."

Her breathing became uneven.

"It wasn’t weak."

"It felt..."

She paused.

"...Stronger than Wrath."

Amon remained silent.

"And?"

Collete slowly lowered her head.

"They..."

"They killed it."

"How?"

She swallowed.

"I..."

"I don’t understand."

"There wasn’t a battle."

"They barely moved."

"It..."

Her voice trembled.

"It disappeared."

A cold silence settled between them.

Amon looked out toward the distant horizon once more.

His fingers slowly tightened around Azrael.

If beings stronger than Wrath could be erased that effortlessly...

Then the gap between him and the remaining Sins was far greater than he had initially imagined.

For the first time since obtaining the system...

Amon realized something.

He wasn’t preparing to fight six enemies.

He was preparing to challenge six catastrophes.

And somewhere beyond them...

Something even worse had already begun watching him.

The overwhelming sight sent blood rushing straight to Logan’s cock. He stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering against his ribs.

Exhaustion from the fight and teleportation still clung to him, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions crashing through his mind right now.

"Daenerys...?" His voice came out rough, uncertain.

She crawled closer, hips swaying sensually with every movement, her full breasts hanging heavily beneath her, nipples flushed and tugged by the silver clamps.

The leash attached to her collar swayed like an invitation.

When she reached his feet, she sat back on her heels, looked up at him with those smoldering emerald eyes, and smiled, soft, needy, and dangerously seductive.

"Master... you’ve been gone so long," she whispered, her voice like warm honey. "I prepared everything for you."

Logan swallowed hard. His hands twitched at his sides, but he didn’t reach for her. "This... this isn’t what I expected when I came home. You’re... fuck, you look..."

He couldn’t finish the sentence. His eyes kept betraying him, drinking in every inch of her naked body, the way the candlelight painted her smooth porcelain skin in shades of red and gold, the gentle curve of her waist flaring into wide, fertile hips, and the unmistakable sheen of wetness coating her inner thighs.

Daenerys didn’t wait for him to decide. She rose slightly on her knees, pressing her soft cheek against the growing bulge in his pants, nuzzling it lovingly.

"You’re tired," she murmured, lips brushing over the fabric. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Her fingers worked slowly, almost reverently, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down.

Logan’s thick cock sprang free, heavy and already rock-hard. A soft, pleased sound escaped her throat at the sight.

"Daenerys... wait—" Logan’s breath hitched as she wrapped her delicate hand around his shaft, stroking him with slow, teasing movements.

Her grip was perfect, warm, firm, and maddeningly gentle.

"Shhh," she cooed, looking up at him through long lashes. "You don’t have to do anything. Just let me worship you."

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue slowly from the base of his cock all the way to the swollen tip, savoring the taste of him.

Logan groaned, one hand instinctively moving to her silky black hair before he caught himself and hesitated again.

Daenerys noticed. She smiled softly against his cock and took him into her mouth, not rushing, but sinking down inch by inch until her lips kissed the base.

The wet heat of her throat enveloped him completely. She held him there, humming softly, letting her tongue massage the underside while she looked straight into his eyes.

Logan’s legs trembled slightly. "god... you’re really doing this..."

She began to move, bobbing her head in long, sensual strokes. Every time she pulled back, her tongue swirled around the head.

Every time she took him deep, she moaned around his length, the vibrations traveling straight through him.

Her heavy breasts swayed with the rhythm, the nipple clamps catching the light with every movement.

After several minutes of her devoted sucking, Daenerys pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock.

She stood gracefully, pressing her naked body against his clothed chest. The heat radiating from her skin was intoxicating.

"Touch me, Master," she whispered against his ear, guiding one of his hands to her breast. "I’ve been aching for you all evening."

Logan’s fingers flexed around the soft, heavy flesh. Her nipple was burning hot under the clamp.

When he gave an experimental tug, Daenerys moaned loudly, her body shuddering against him.

She took his other hand and slowly slid it between her thighs. Logan’s fingers met slick, scorching heat.

She was soaked, dripping down his fingers as she ground against his hand shamelessly.

"Feel how wet I am for you?" she breathed, biting her lower lip. "I’ve been edging myself for hours, waiting for you to come home."

Logan’s breathing grew ragged. He wanted her badly, but something in him still held back — the shock of seeing her like this, the lingering tension from the shadow attack, the knowledge that something dangerous was stirring in the city.

Daenerys sensed his hesitation. She gently pushed him backward until he sat on the edge of the couch in the parlor, then climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her soaked pussy rested right against his throbbing cock, sliding along the length without taking him inside yet.

"Look at me," she whispered, cupping his face with both hands. She rolled her hips slowly, coating his shaft with her slickness. "I’m yours tonight. Use me however you want... but only when you’re ready."

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth while she continued those slow, torturous rolls of her hips.

Her clamped nipples brushed against his chest with every movement, making her whimper into the kiss.

Logan’s hands finally moved on their own, gripping her plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh as she ground on him. Daenerys smiled into the kiss, encouraged.

She broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, reaching down to position the thick head of his cock at her entrance. She didn’t sink down immediately.

Instead, she teased him, rubbing the tip back and forth over her clit and dripping folds, letting just the head stretch her slightly before pulling back again.

"Tell me when you want to be inside me," she purred, voice dripping with lust. "I can wait as long as you need... even if it drives me crazy."

Logan’s grip on her ass tightened. His cock twitched desperately against her heat. He was breathing hard, torn between exhaustion, lingering caution, and overwhelming desire.

Daenerys kept moving, slow and sensual, her perfect body glowing in the candlelight as she waited for him to finally give in.

The room was thick with tension and the sweet scent of rose and jasmine. Daenerys’s soft moans and the wet sounds of her grinding against him filled the air.

She wasn’t rushing him — she was seducing him, drawing him deeper into her web with every roll of her hips and every needy whisper.

Finally... Logan was unable to control himself.

Logan snapped!