Chapter 338: The Crazy Women Are Coming

Very wise words, thanks. "How long do I have to complete the mission and return back? Also, what is my mission in the first place?""It depends on the individual. The time you have to return in one piece does too, since this is your first one I imagine it will be less than a week. You're too weak to remain in this place for long. If you fail to return home you will go insane due to the lingering divinity in the atmosphere here. Also, I will have to ask the Goddess not to come visit until you leave, her presence would outright kill you. Ok, done."

"Huh?"

"I told her not to come here for a week and she said okay."

"So… you can just telepathically converse with the Goddess?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's not that big of a deal. Think of her as the ruler of Thalorind and us primordials as her most trusted and capable administrators. We're like kings under a supreme empress, with the only difference being that we don't rule over nations but entire races. All of us can speak with the ruler of the world we were meant to administer, and so will you once you learn the technique. However, I don't recommend you do that yet if you value your life. Your vessel is too weak and would disintegrate due to her extreme amounts of divinity." Continue your journey on mvl seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I see… and she just comes here from time to time to have a… chat? Are you in exile here or are you able to do stuff?"

"Laddy, you're a rude one… Don't kick an old man while he's down. A thing happened in the past, we, namely all the primordials of Thalorind lost and were exiled. No, we can't do anything in this separate dimension. And yes, she comes to visit us, partly because she isn't always busy, and partly because she feels guilty for how our fate turned out to be."

I realized that I might be opening up old wounds, so I bowed my head sincerely. "I apologize." This man must be millions of years old, and what's more is that he might've spent a near-infinite amount of time in this dimension where time doesn't flow, at least not in the traditional way. My question was rude considering this fact.

"Don't worry about it, laddy. Though I recommend you don't bring it up with the ladies, they do still get emotional over it sometimes. Also, they might treat you like a baby if they see you. Let me tell you, women like them who birthed and raised numerous children and then got suddenly deprived of motherhood when we got exiled, yes, they can't get pregnant here, so if a new kid like you shows up they might overdo it

a bit

."

"But I'm a tall and muscular man…" I said dryly. Now I no longer felt like meeting any of the females here.

Hearing my statement Malakar suddenly burst out with laughter. "Hahaha! Laddy, you truly are a newborn. So fresh and naive. Do you truly think they care about your size? As I said, we're not born from wombs but from divine will. Using human terms, we materialize in our 'adult' forms instead of as 'babies'. Thus, in their eyes, you're a newborn simply because of your naivete, your lack of experience, and your weak state of being, not because you are a bumbling baby who can't do anything beyond lying on his back and crying ceaselessly. Also, they are complete nutjobs. I'm not saying this as a form of joke or mockery, they are literally insane. Why do you think I'm out here fishing when there's not even a body of water present, let alone fish to catch? It's to not be in their presence."

"Damn. Malakar, you're starting to scare me. I will try to avoid them then."

"Haha! Good luck with that. They sensed your presence a while ago. They will be here soon enough. Get ready mentally, they will grab your ears to pull you down into their laps and begin babying you. Be glad if they don't immediately begin forcefully trying to breastfeed you."

Oh dear. I mean, that sounds kinda hot as long as they're not overdoing it. I'm not going to say no to some primordial mommy milk, but I hope they're not grannies. Malakar's physical appearance doesn't boost my confidence. I can already see the bleak future where the saggy titties are being shoved in my face and I'm powerless to do anything about it.

A sudden shiver enveloped me as I shook from head to toe when I imagined how I would be forced to squeeze them… and their spoiled, sour taste entering my mouth…

Okay, let's not depict it anymore, shall we?

"Malakar, I have a favor to ask you."

"What is it, laddy? Don't beg me to hide you, they will beat my ass up. You're a good kid but I don't like you enough to be your fall guy."

Grandpa is being very honest today. I chuckled a short bit before shaking my head. "No, I wanted to ask you to inquire from the Goddess if she would be so kind as to grant me the Healer class. I wanted to ask her by praying in her temple, but I wasn't always on my best behavior so I was worried she would command the Arch-Priests to send me to the afterlife so she could beat me up herself."

"Oh, laddy. She wouldn't do that unless you did something truly horrible, like raping or killing innocents just for the fun of it, or buying slaves and forcing them to do your bidding against their will."

"Oh dear."

For the first time since we began speaking Malakar's head snapped in my direction and he examined my wry features. "You didn't…"

"I mean..." As far as sexual exploitation went, I was entirely innocent. Blossom was already not a causeless slave by the time we did the deed, since I forced the slaver dude to change her contract to one that was very generous to my dog-girl, so she had complete control over her getting in bed with me or not. Ayame was also very willing when we had our fun. However, Ayame and Blossom were the only two to have consented to being my slaves and 'doing my bidding' as Malakar put it. Well, technically so did Seraphiel during our brief talk at the slave house, but that was kind of forced. Be that as it may, the other few dozen slaves of mine weren't exactly asked for their opinions before I acquired them. I didn't abuse them sexually, but they were my entirely unwilling (save for the strange guy called Ronan) slave labor force who were in the middle of a random forest hauling building materials through 12-hour unpaid shifts.

"Oh, laddy… She doesn't like slavery at all."

"I theorized that before too, but then why doesn't she do something about it?"

"Because her hands are tied. It's the same reason why she can't even attempt to get us out of here. Sorry, I can't say more or I will break the pact. Also, I asked her your query, and let me tell you, she isn't very fond of you. No Healer class for you, laddy."

Shit. Are my dreams of one day taming the Goddess already over before I could even meet her? "Can't you ask her to give me a second chance? I've been a good master if I may say so. Someone else would've bought them if not for me, and they would've been treated much worse."