Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom
"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
Become Strong
After checking on Liam's daughters, he asked them to stay with their father until he woke up and then tied up the envoy who was still scared shitless.
Because of his recent double castration, he offered no resistance but squealed like a sow at the slaughterhouse throughout the whole process. Ikaris was so fed-up at some point that he ended up headbutting the guy to shut him up. Once the silence returned his mood brightened up immediately.
He joined Malia a moment later with the freed prisoners but they were still in shock except for those who had been captured recently. As for the women who had suffered the sadistic whims of the envoy, it would take much longer for them to recover.
Ikaris left the building and was greeted by dozens of bound Werewolves and Beastmen. The envoy's bodyguards being more robust had already regained consciousness, but the village had no shortage of rope and their bonds were sturdy.