Goddess Wives x Eternal Dungeon

Chapter 82: Chapter 42: Who I Want To Be

"You, wolf... A good fight!" The orc shouted, his body filled with writhing muscles as what seemed to be earth magic started to form a solid armour around his fists and body, likely to protect him from my blows.

Yet I felt no danger or fear... My hearts began to beat consecutively, their loud thumps following each other like a deep, rapid double paradiddle on a bass drum, causing the hearts to form a strange symphony of their resounding beats.

"Not bad yourself, orc!" I replied, coating my body in flames as my muscles and height began to increase, the cracking of my bones and stretching of my muscles almost orgasmic as I began transforming into a primal werewolf.

Unlike in the past, no rage, anger, or emotion triggered this. But my desire to fight and the beautiful beating of my heart are in sync like a war drum.

I wanted to fight—simple.

Power built in my legs, allowing me to launch forward instantly, crashing my shoulder against his chest before spinning around, slamming my fist coated in golden flames deep into his abdomen while exhaling, forming scorching fire into the surrounding area, charring him slightly before pushing his body back, spinning back around and slashing deeply into his armour with my claws.

The orc's earthen armour was hard... It was almost harder than metal, but the shockwaves and force seemed to affect him!

"You are no dog! A werewolf, a warrior!" The orc spat his dark blood to the ground, a powerful feeling coming from his body, as he picked up his axe and stood in position.

"Shall we fight? I am Rai."

Waaaaah!!! Roared the audience—no longer were there insults or jeers as they shouted for both sides. It was truly an amazing experience as my legs parted, drawing a deep trench in the mud using my force.

No matter whether this was a dungeon, a scripted battle... My heart was alive for the first time since that championship fight, where my mother screamed so loud I wanted to cry from embarrassment even though Aki was in the crowd shouting from her lungs.

I wanted to honour this orc with my finest boxing, my most powerful self! Dungeon monster, real orc, none of that mattered!

He awakened something within my chest, a pride... longing and desire that I ignored for too long!

"Grok'Tar!" The orc shouted his name as the energy radiating off him increased, his towering aura exploding forward, coiling my body in pressure! He was waiting!

He was preparing his best for when the enemy deserved his effort! And so shall I!

Exhale! Clear your mind—React calmly, striking when opportunities arise like waves drifting towards the shore, rising higher before splashing upon it until they extinguish! Be patient!

I whispered my coach's words, calming my anger and keeping the chaotic feelings in check.

This was my fight, not the chaotic emotions I normally let guide my lost self!

My sword dropped to the ground as I took a high guard, my feet bouncing on the spot—I was not going to use my sword, but the boxing and kickboxing I trained in the past.

As my thoughts raced through, Grok'Tar roared and charged—He was getting ready for a heavy blow! His foot pierced forward, sinking deep while a crushing force moved rapidly!

Don't watch his movements—observe the flow, learn the rhythm, and control your actions carefully. Do not allow your opponent to set the pace, direct yourself—attack! Punch or kick, choose which would deliver significant results based on knowledge!

Grok'Tar stomped twice with immense power building up as he rushed forward—my goal was easy: he would attack the front heavily, leaving his chest unprotected, creating an opening!

I stepped closer to reach my maximum striking distance—the orc would perform a hook! His strength and weight would increase as his swing would blow in horizontally due to his rush and gravity pulling it down—the timing was critical, avoiding the strike and countering, catching Grok'Tar off-balance and creating space!

Be observant! If you are confident in accuracy and prediction, dash through and attack strongly, understanding risks and payoffs, consider every outcome!

My feet launched forward, but unlike Grok'Tar, I was swift like the wind, passing his axe, dodging to the side as he delivered a horizontal blow into empty air! As predicted—perfect!

Attack strongly!!!!!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

I dashed forward quickly, moving like the wind, my fists slamming heavily into Grok'Tar's back like hammer blows with devastating payoff as Grok'Tar staggered forward slightly before regaining balance—yet my speed far exceeded, pivoting on my leading foot before spinning, jumping into the air and slamming my other knee coated in flames deep into his cheek!

"Haaa!"

GWOAR!! The audience jumped from the stands in awe—Grok'Tar flew a short distance, landing on his knees before coughing up blood as a tooth spilt from his lips! Blood oozed into the muddy terrain from my piercing burns!

"Grrr!"

I stepped back, hoping to observe and Learn Grok'Tar's rhythm and plan again! Though I could hear and feel mana gathering from his wounds! Healing!? Impossible—not enough mana was gathered!

"GAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Grok'Tar's roar exploded—as he shot a huge spike towards me made of rock and stone! Using my speed, I dashed forward and avoided it, punching his forehead, but Grok'Tar reacted with a quick elbow smash, smashing into my temple, desperately raising my guard to block it, sending me flying back!

My mind became dizzy from the impact—Grok'Tar rushed forward with an unsteady step while I breathed deeply, feeling my right arm and elbow that blocked the blow were heavier.

Did he fracture it!?

Grok'Tar was injured—but so was I, so why was my heart beating faster?!

"Good blow... Your tribe has warriors, wolf." Grok'Tar smiled brightly, blood dripping from his mouth as the injury I inflicted closed! His mana was incredible!

"Hmph, your stamina is surprising." I laughed, breathing deeply before dashing forward and weaving through his skilled slashing swipes, his axe moving swiftly despite his size! Grok'Tar's strength was unmatched by any orc I witnessed, making the others before look like goblins!

Thud! Clank! Crash!

Our bodies collided—Grok'Tar dodged with excellence when he realised my blazing punches broke his hardened defence! Each clash caused more mana to pour, increasing its thickness, but still, flames coated my claws!

My two hearts pumping became more vigorous, and I felt the flow of mana and its power being refined with each clash. This was the lesson I needed most, something nobody could teach me, not Eternia or the system that came with the dungeon!

Bang!

I landed a spinning elbow strike, crushing the lower jaw of Grok'Tar, who stumbled, swaying on his feet. He was dazed, and this was my chance to end the fight!

Fire exploded from my entire body, a dark golden colour-like aura. I felt every muscle filling me with power, tensing, tightening—I sprinted forward, hitting Grok'Tar's abdomen heavily as flames burned him again, inflicting slight damage as the earthen armour cracked!

Thrust! My body launched upward while snapping his ribs with a brutal lunging knee strike! Then I clenched my fist, igniting the flames further as I launched a barrage of countless blows on his body and face. Every strike! Imprinting a furiously destructive might upon him!

Bang! Thump! Crack!

Grok'Tar stumbled back continuously—his mana-regenerated defences cracked like glass on steel, cracks flowing along them!

Kick! Slamming heavily into Grok'Tar's abdomen, he fell to the ground, burning severely! I mounted his body the moment he dropped, holding him down with my knees. My burning knuckles unleashed continuous blows into his head, ripping flesh and shattering bone!

I found myself breathing heavily, shoulders rocking as the crowd screamed and shouted in delight, the former orc now dead...

Maybe part of me wanted to crush him like this, but I wondered if this orc would remember me if I came back tomorrow.

The aching pain in my body felt amazing, the memories of the boy who won against a taller, more powerful opponent flooding my tired mind and making me feel so satisfied, like having sex countless times with my lovely woman.

"I won..."

Though Grok'Tar may heal during dungeon regenerations, at this moment, I stood victorious over his defeated self... Ignoring the reward chest and item drop.

This thrill excited me the most... This dungeon truly did gift me such a moment—It seems that the person I wanted to become and who I am now... They were not so far apart as my mind seemed to believe.

I will become that man and surpass even my ideals.

Ignoring the messages of defeating a monster like the combat log always did, I placed my palm on the chest of Grok'Tar, a solemn face reflected on his shattered axe blade face that looked at the bloody mess of my opponent.

"Thank you, Grok'Tar, for the amazing battle. May you never forget your honour and passion for battle."

Woosh!

A blue flame burst from my hand, melting his corpse completely—I did this as a sign of respect, not letting him be slowly devoured by the dungeon floor and burning him with the flame that defeated him as my body slowly reverted to my human form.

Wounds and deep cuts still littered my half-naked flesh due to the assault and blows from this damn orc.

"Haha... Even with my rapid regeneration, you managed to do this."

[You did an amazing job, Rai. You were so cool.]

"Mmm?"

It seemed that my biggest supporter was here, maybe from the start. She just wanted to spur me on quietly and watched with a worried heart.

Thank you, Eternia, for letting me fight and not getting involved.

[Anything to see you shine so brightly. It was like back then when you were only a young boy.]

Suddenly... a warm hand touched my shoulder.

But...

It was human-sized and grasped me tightly!

"You have finally grown so much. I am so proud of you... But now my heart can no longer hold back these feelings, you cheeky little brat."

"A mere Rai makes me feel so much..."

When I turned around, I saw a beautiful haze of golden hair and green eyes before Eternia sealed my lips and kissed me deeply.

Her tongue entwined with mine instantly, slipping into my mouth, tracing every nook, cranny, and shape—such passionate, intense desire Eternia shared that overwhelmed me entirely!

I wasn't resisting or confused—every nerve, part of me was overwhelmed and felt Eternia... She and I merged for that brief exchange, intertwined in mutual desire for each other, nothing else.

For the first time, I felt her feelings towards me... and images of her watching me, helping me and protecting me ever since I was a young boy!

As I basked in her warm, loving kiss, I felt the battle and this moment to be the perfect end to my day.

I was finally kissing the goddess who brought me this far.