Chapter 206: SFDI: Chapter 206
"A Fist Against a God" Drake, suspended in mid-air, instantly located the palace-like Main Goddess Brothel. His senses fully engaged, he beg
"A Fist Against a God"
Drake, suspended in mid-air, instantly located the palace-like Main Goddess Brothel. His senses fully engaged, he began a thorough search for Welf’s location.
Inside the palace, despite the extravagant and opulent décor, the lighting was intentionally kept rather dim and subdued.
Combined with the use of light, gauzy fabrics, the air within the palace was thick with a decadent and sensual atmosphere.
For someone with a penchant for sensual pleasures, this place would undoubtedly be a haven of comfort and a paradise of indulgence. However, for Welf, who had been forcibly brought here against his will, this was most certainly not the case.
Welf struggled with all his might, but his hands and feet were bound securely, his entire body spread-eagled and restrained upon a large circular bed, his mouth stuffed with a gag.
The bed itself was undoubtedly a high-quality piece of furniture, but Welf was in no mood to appreciate its luxurious softness.
This was because he had been forcibly brought here, and the one responsible for his abduction was the infamous leader of the Ishtar Familia, whose reputation for ruthlessness preceded her throughout all of Orario.
Welf had no idea why he had become the target of the 〈Androctonus〉’s attention, and he wasn’t even in the mood to ponder the reason. His current focus was entirely on devising a means of escaping from this predicament.
Thump! Thump! Thump...!*
The sound of a massive object moving echoed through the room, causing Welf to feel the large bed beneath him tremble violently.
The moment he heard this sound, Welf instantly knew who was approaching, and his struggles intensified even further.
And sure enough, a gigantic toad-like face emerged into the dim light.
An Amazonian warrior rushed into the room, shouting, "Phryne! Ishtar-sama explicitly ordered that this man was not to be touched!"
"Shut your yap!"
Phryne, showing no mercy whatsoever towards her fellow Familia member, raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap to the Amazon’s face, sending her flying across the room.
"That Ishtar hag is jealous of my beauty again. But don’t you worry, no one will be disturbing our enjoyment of the time we have together!"
"Mmph... mmph... mmph!"
Welf struggled with all his might, but a look of utter despair had already settled upon his features.
Boom!
A tremendous roar echoed from directly above the two of them, as the ceiling of the room was shattered, and a figure plummeted down from the hole created in the roof, accompanied by a shower of debris.
Before Phryne could even register what was happening, the figure had closed the distance, unleashing a powerful whip-like kick that connected squarely with her face.
Phryne’s already broad toad-like face was deformed by the impact, and she was sent spinning across the room, crashing into a wall.
Drake brushed down his trousers, as if he had just come into contact with something utterly disgusting.
Phryne, having crashed through the wall, picked herself up, her eyes blazing with murderous intent as she glared at Drake.
"You damned bastard! You actually dared to strike this, the most beautiful face in the entire world?!"
Drake made a gesture of disgust, as if he were about to vomit, then looked at Phryne with narrowed eyes.
"Stop spouting such nauseating nonsense. If you don’t want to die... then get the hell out of here!"
Phryne didn’t dare utter another word. The moment Drake fixed his gaze upon her, she was rendered completely immobile.
In the natural world, weaker animals will use every trick in the book to escape from the sharp teeth and claws of their predators.
However, if they are directly exposed to the presence of a predator, fear will completely overwhelm their bodies, leaving them incapable of even the slightest movement.
Despite her foolishness, Phryne was still capable of understanding the vast difference in power between herself and Drake. Suppressing the overwhelming feeling of dread, she turned and fled from the room.
Drake turned his attention back to Welf, walking over to him and swiftly tearing apart the ropes that bound him.
Welf, finally free, pulled the gag from his mouth, then immediately grabbed hold of Drake’s arm. "Drake, I will never forget your kindness for the rest of my life!"
Seeing the tears welling up in Welf’s eyes, Drake instantly understood the level of terror he had just experienced.
Drake patted Welf on the shoulder. "This time, it was my fault that you were dragged into this. Just find a way to escape later; I’ll take care of the rest."
Welf didn’t quite understand what Drake meant, but he still nodded in agreement. "Then please, be careful!"
Welf wasn’t the kind of fool who would knowingly get in the way and insist on staying to "help" when he knew he would only be a hindrance.
Even now, Welf still didn’t fully understand just how powerful Drake truly was, but it was abundantly clear that he was far beyond the capacity of the Ishtar Familia to contain.
Drake stepped out of the palace, and the first thing he saw was the assembled battle prostitutes outside, and the goddess standing behind them.
"I think there’s no misunderstanding here," Drake said coldly.
Ishtar, holding a long pipe, strode forward, extending a finger to touch Drake’s chest. "Of course, there’s no misunderstanding! My objective has always been you."
Although her divine power was sealed, Ishtar’s seductive abilities remained terrifyingly potent.
Unfortunately for her, she was facing Drake, who remained utterly indifferent. "Is that so? Should I consider myself honored, then?"
Ishtar practically threw herself at Drake, her fingers tracing circles across his chest.
"I don’t dislike strong men. Conquering a man like you is a particular kind of pleasure!"
Ishtar understood men better than anyone, whether gods or mortals; their reactions to her beauty were always the same.
She had already envisioned the scene after this man had left her bed, where he would consider even the act of licking her toes to be an immense honor.
Drake let out a cold laugh, and flames suddenly erupted from his body.
Ishtar let out a startled cry as she was sent flying backward by the sudden burst of flames.
Several of the battle prostitutes quickly rushed forward to catch her, but Ishtar unceremoniously pushed them aside.
Whether it was due to her failure to achieve her objective or the ineffectiveness of her self-assured charm, Ishtar was consumed by a burning rage.
"Those who refuse to submit to me are utterly unnecessary!"
Drake, however, instantly closed the distance between them, bringing his cold face within inches of hers.
"You high and mighty gods must think that everything always goes according to your plans. But... don’t underestimate mortals."
Drake clenched his fist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he unleashed a powerful blow aimed directly at Ishtar.
Ishtar let out an embarrassing shriek, for she sensed the unwavering determination in Drake’s attack.
Although the gods’ divine powers were sealed, their divine presence still remained. It was precisely this divine presence that allowed others to clearly identify a god walking among mortals.
Simultaneously, a god who had unleashed their divine presence would render it impossible for a human filled with malice to approach them.
However, the most precious quality of humanity is courage. For their companions, humans would not hesitate to raise their fists against a god, even if it meant defying the divine.
Therefore, the divine presence that Ishtar unleashed was entirely ineffective in stopping Drake; she could only watch helplessly as his fist, wreathed in flames, hurtled towards her.
With a resounding crash, Drake’s fist did not connect with Ishtar; instead, it struck the blade of a large greatsword.
The wielder of the greatsword stumbled back two steps, their back colliding with Ishtar’s body.
"Ishtar-sama, this is far too dangerous. Please, retreat for now."
Ishtar, having regained her composure, nodded and turned to leave.
Drake turned his attention to the individual who had blocked his attack, and he spoke. "〈Antianeira〉, I presume?"
Aisha Belka, the vice-leader of the Ishtar Familia, and an adventurer of Level 3. Unlike the capricious and reckless Phryne, Aisha was the true pillar of the Ishtar Familia.
It was Aisha who had protected Ishtar at the critical moment, and she was the only member of the Ishtar Familia who could be considered remotely presentable.
Aisha stood firm, her greatsword held aloft. "That was quite a fiery attack! I’d really love to be pierced by you in a different location..."
Drake responded, "I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to grant your wish. You know what’s about to happen; step aside."
Aisha licked her lips. "That’s simply not possible. I can’t possibly leave until I’ve received my satisfaction."
With those words, Aisha sheathed her greatsword and stepped aside. A horde of battle prostitutes, armed with a variety of weapons, charged forward.
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