Tales of a Seductress Saga - Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 67

“Hello, my Narg, it’s been a while.”

The goblin slid off the side of his wolf and then gave me a low, respectable bow. Despite his attempts to look elegant, he was still just a goblin in tattered armor, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Yet, even my laughter was sensual; I could see parts of him stiffen as he stood at attention. Next to him was the alpha wolf whom I had brokered a treaty with. In the weeks since I had left them, the goblins and wolves had continued to integrate, and the goblin-wolf tribe was now a single unit.

The once feral wolves now acted as tame as dogs around the goblins. However, they were not the only species in the room. They looked warily at the skeletons, a group of about twenty that I had summoned using the labyrinth. At the moment, the skeletons stood at standby, not even moving at all unless I gave them orders. I would likely be using them as guards, mainly to protect this spot and keep it secret.

As to where we were, we were standing in a large, subterranean room that was connected to the back of the boss’s room. The space to get through was tight, and a normal man, let alone one in armor, wouldn’t be able to reach it even if they tried. It involved a lot of sharp turns and tight spaces. Perhaps one of the goblins could make it through, but I mostly sized it for myself.

The large room had access to the surface, but this was similarly hidden and involved small spots that a grown man would struggle to get through. If I did decide to create larger monsters, there may be a need to expand the space. At the moment, this was the location of the new goblin-wolf tribe. They had managed to recruit all of the nearby goblin packs under them, and there were now a group of goblin archers and shamans as well.

When these groups first saw me, they were frightened, but after some interaction, they quickly became tame just like everyone else. Now, I had an army of nearly three hundred goblins, about fifty wolves, and twenty skeletons.

“I want you to increase your numbers,” I told the goblin.

He nodded in confirmation before pulling away and barking in his language to the other goblins. They seemed to know what he wanted, and a group of goblins took off. Perhaps, there were a few more nearby goblin tribes to subjugate. Maybe, I could have them subjugate another species. It’d be good to increase the range of abilities my army had. More magic-wielding creatures would be nice, perhaps a few tanks.

I did a bit of experimenting. I created two goblins using the labyrinth. One of them was bound to the labyrinth, while the other was disconnected. I presented them in front of the goblins here. Although they were suspicious of those not part of their tribe, they eventually did warm up to the goblin who wasn’t bound to the labyrinth. As for the one who was, they kept their distance.

Upon observation, I could see that the two types of goblins were inherently different. There was something inherently darker about the goblin that lived off the miasma released by the labyrinth. His eyes seemed to possess nothing akin to a soul. He was the puppet of the labyrinth, nothing more. I got that same feeling from the other labyrinth-bound creatures. Unfortunately, it cost almost three times the dungeon points to create a goblin that was free of miasma versus a labyrinth-bound one.

I further checked out the residents that were inside the labyrinth, and I noticed that they were mostly unbound. A bound goblin was fed by miasma, which meant it couldn’t exist outside of the dungeon for long without perishing. Of course, this was at a constant cost for the labyrinth. In short, it made fewer dungeon points the more bound creatures it was supporting.

However, when two goblins mated and created a baby, that baby would be unbound. Although they could take in a bit of the miasma, they’d require food. Thus, if a labyrinth created a ton of bound goblins, it wouldn’t earn points very fast. Its goal was to summon goblins, have them breed, and then create a colony that the labyrinth supported. It would send out the bound goblins to die first. Unless ordered to leave, the other unbound goblins would likely stay in the labyrinth and continue reproducing. Should an adventurer come along and slaughter too many of them, then more bound goblins could be summoned to reinvigorate the population.

It was a complicated and time-consuming process, but it was possible to snatch a few goblins every breeding cycle to add to my army. However, I had weeks, not years, before the final results of this peace treaty.

Therefore, if I truly wanted to increase the number of my monsters, it wouldn’t be possible to do it with the labyrinth alone. Simply put, its point generation was far too low. I wasn’t afraid to use the labyrinth up and run it dry; it was only a tool to help me create my army. However, before that happened, I had to guarantee I had an army to protect me.

What I really needed though was a leader. Although my devil was fine keeping the labyrinth safe, and my control of him had increased since the labyrinth had become my subordinate, I had realized it was impossible to part him from the labyrinth’s boss room. He was the boss tasked with defending the labyrinth, and he had no interest in training or managing my army.

What I needed now was a servant who had intelligence. It had to be someone that the goblins would respect and fear. If they could spend dungeon points themselves, even better. They also needed to be something I could seduce. I found with the skeletons that my control of them was only as deep as my control of the labyrinth. My attempts to tame them went nowhere. They had no sexual parts or libido, and thus my ability to charm them was severely stunted.

I went through the dungeon lists, trying to decide what the best option would be. I had considered a vampire. There was also a necromancer. Would that be a human? What kind of human was attached to a dungeon? How did that work? I supposed if a goblin could be created by a labyrinth, then a human should be able to be created too, but it still left me with questions. Did they have memories? A personality? A background?

Corrupting mana and using it to create life, wasn’t that something in the realm of a god? Perhaps that was why mana was considered corrupt once it turned into miasma. There was something inherently wrong about the whole process. Even I felt uncomfortable thinking about it, so it was no wonder that both demons and humans universally agreed that labyrinths must be suppressed or destroyed.

My search finally landed me on something I found very fascinating, but when I saw the price, I could only hiss. The name of the monster was corrupt hero. Could I truly summon my own version of Bryson and use him to run my army? The problem was that it used up most of the labyrinth’s dungeon points. Like this, I’d be unable to increase the army using the labyrinth anymore. It would take nearly five years for the labyrinth to recover the amount of points I was looking at using.

“Although, maybe…there was another option,” I thought out loud, a sudden idea emerging in my mind.

I reached into my traveling pack and pulled out one of the potions which I had made. It was a mana potion that was created using semen.

“Labyrinth…dissolve this for me.”

Even though the heart of the labyrinth was behind the boss’s room, the entire structure was the labyrinth, and it could hear me from anywhere inside it. I could similarly access the menu and make adjustments at will.

Upon giving my order, the potion began to dissolve into the floor. It was not unlike the time when my former party was consumed by the labyrinth right before my eyes. The labyrinth could spend dungeon points and turn them into things, but it looked like it could also do the opposite. That meant that I could consume weaker monsters and items in order to create stronger monsters and items!

I needed to use the wolves to help me gather more monsters. If they didn’t join me or proved too weak, then I could just sacrifice them to the labyrinth. I could also jump back into my alchemy. The potion was worth about one-tenth of a goblin. If I mass-produced my potions, especially using my semen-amplifying abilities, I could feed the labyrinth manufactured mana.

Just as I was completing this plan in my mind, I heard scared shouting and crying. I looked up to see a group of goblins coming into the camp. They were pulling along five tattered women. They weren’t women I recognized, but they appeared to all be human. The goblins dragged them to a corner of the room and then used chains to bind them down. Once they were bound, one goblin came with a knife and began chopping off their clothing.

The women cried out, but the fight seemed to leave them as the room was filled to the brim with goblins, and it was clear that escape was a pipe dream. A grouping of two hundred goblins was nearly unheard of, let alone the wolves. As for myself and the skeletons, the women hadn’t seen us.

With narrowed eyes, I walked over and grabbed Narg. “What the hell is going on here?”

Narg looked up at me confused and then glanced over at the women, who had now been stripped naked. A goblin was poking one of the women, trying to get past her defenses so he could push her down. The goblins were all lined up in a row; it was like the scene I had vividly remembered from my own past. The goblins were raping these women!

The realization shot through me like a bolt of lightning, but then a voice in the back of my head spoke up. What did you think was going to happen? How do normal goblins increase their numbers?

I stared as the goblins began to mount the screaming, crying women one at a time. Since I didn’t continue to bother Narg, he turned away and began to bark at some of the other goblins. Meanwhile, I just watched the all too familiar scene, a sense of numbness coming over me.

This was simply the kind of world it was. No one asked these women to get caught by the goblins. Had they been more careful, they might not have been. It was simply their bad luck that had thrown them into this situation.

I needed an army, and goblins made goblins by raping women. They’d pop out within two weeks after this; that meant five more liters for my army. A single goblin liter could have as many as ten, so that would be another fifty goblins if I played my cards right. Unlike elves who got pregnant with difficulty, humans were very good incubators; these women were probably already pregnant just with this. After about five goblins had put their seed in each woman, I waved them away. The tame goblins instantly obeyed, abandoning the women, even though some of them were still horny.

The women still hadn’t noticed me. They were lying on the rocky floor crying, scratches all over their naked bodies, the tattered remains of their clothing scattered under them, and milky cum leaking from their crotches. An older woman who was more worldly and experienced seemed to recover enough to notice me. She let out a cry as soon as she saw me, but then she covered her mouth and glanced at the goblins. Only as she realized the goblins were aware of my presence did her eyebrows start to furrow and confusion fill her eyes.

At this point, the other four women started to look up too. The youngest was probably in her teens, while the oldest was in her sixties. They looked like army followers. They were probably out picking fruit for the men in the army when my goblins managed to snatch them.

“Hello…” I said, looking down at the five women. “My name is Aria.”

The older woman already got the sense something was wrong and was looking at me suspiciously, but the teenager shot up with a flash of hope in her eyes.

“A-are you here to save us?” She asked in a somewhat hopeful, but mostly pleading voice.

I shook my head softly, causing the hopeful expressions on the women to drop one by one. Some of them still had looks of disbelief, as if they didn’t understand what was happening to them.

“Why?” The older woman finally demanded.

“Isn’t this the way of this world?” I responded bitterly. “The monsters consume the weak. I’m just looking for the strength and power to live. It’s the same reason you follow the army hoping to find a strong man to take care of you…protection. That is the reason that I need you all to take care of me now.”

“P-please…just kill us,” one of the women begged, suddenly bursting into tears.

“You must all make babies for me,” I responded. “I won’t kill you. Quite the opposite, I hope you survive past labor so that you can make even more.”

The women who weren’t crying finally started to and the old lady glared at me even harder. “Y-you’re a monster.”

“This world is only good at making monsters.” I sighed, giving each of them a solid look. “There is only one thing I can promise you. The rest of your life may be hell, but you’ll enjoy every moment of it.”

I began to use Seduction on them along with illusion magic. Just like the Cambions did, I put them in a state where they thought every goblin was a man they held dear in their heart. It was laughably easy to brainwash them. When I allowed the goblins to get back on top of them, they eagerly embraced their partners and moaned just like the sluts they deep down were.

Just like I was.