The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 167: Who the Hell is the Boss Here?!

'Hypnotic voice? Huh? Is that even that good?'

Kaisen pondered, scratching his head.

He already had a devil's tongue, eyes of temptation, and touch of temptation, making it a breeze to conquer women, especially the low-level ones. But now, everyone was low-level compared to him.

Even the main boss of the first area was a mere minion in comparison.

'Well, I suppose it's better than nothing, after all.'

Kaisen shrugged his shoulders, feeling like a kid who got an extra scoop of ice cream on top of an already overflowing sundae.

'The main quest didn't say to kill the woman, just to defeat her. And also, Queen Roslyn's optional quest only mentioned defeating the Night Shades, nothing about this woman at all.'

He mused, connecting the dots like a detective piecing together clues in a murder mystery.

That was true. The quest from the queen was optional and simply to destroy the Night Shades.

The lore experts in the player community, aka seasoned players, said the quest was optional because the game was giving players the choice to ignore it and just enjoy the world as it is.

But now, he had completed that task anyway, like finishing a side quest without even trying.

He turned toward the distance where Alice was working her healing magic on both Lloyd and Elfie.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Alice, who was intensely focused on Elfie.

It wasn't actual teleportation—just his base speed at level 1440 making him seem like The Flash on steroids.

"Ah, seems like you're doing good."

He said, his words startling Alice and breaking her concentration. She smiled weakly at him, tear streaks visible on her face.

She had been using healing magic for quite some time now, and it showed.

"Ka-Kaisen-kun... I'm just useless in combat... If I wasn't, then... these two..."

Alice's voice broke, her sadness palpable. She felt immense guilt for not being able to save her friends in time.

If she had some combat skills, maybe—just maybe—Elfie and Lloyd wouldn't be in such bad shape.

Kaisen smiled and patted her head gently, like a big brother comforting his little sister. "Alice, you are not useless. You are the MVP of our party. Think about it: if you weren't here, we all would've been killed long ago. Your healing magic is the secret sauce that keeps us in the game."

He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on top of her head. Her eyes brimmed with tears again, streaming down her face like a leaky faucet.

"Look at them, they're just unconscious right now. You've healed them, alright. They'll wake up any minute now," Kaisen said, trying to soothe her.

Alice sobbed harder.

"I know that, Kaisen-kun, but... but... still..."

Kaisen sighed and pulled her into a tight embrace, gently patting her back.

"Let's go on a date after this, alright? We never had an official date, did we? And after all this mess, I just feel like I need some time with you, Honey Peach."

He held her and hugged her tightly. Alice broke down and cried like a baby, clutching his chest.

She had longed for this moment ever since she woke up in the desert. She had wished all this was just a bad dream and she was still at the Queen's palace, holding her Honey Bun in her naked arms.

Times were good back then, loving and peaceful, without all this chaos and mayhem. She just wanted to go back to that time and forget everything about this world.

"Kaisen-kun... I... I just want to be with you... Just with you..." she sobbed into his chest.

Kaisen planted soft kisses on the top of her head, each one like a gentle rain on parched earth.

After everything he'd tried, he just couldn't ignore her. Alice was crucial for the party and deeply important to Kaisen personally.

As he gazed into the distance, patting and consoling his crying girl, he whispered,

"It's alright, you're alright."

He tilted her head and planted a soft kiss on her plum lips before stepping back and standing up.

His eyes locked onto his opponent, who was readying herself for some kind of magical push attack or whatever over-the-top move she had in store.

Kaisen looked down at his fallen friends. They were indeed just unconscious, nothing more, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"I'll be right back, alright?"

He said, giving Alice a reassuring smile before dashing off without even waiting for her reply.

Alice clutched her chest and smiled weakly, like a maiden whose lover had promised to save her from a dragon.

In the blink of an eye, Kaisen was standing in front of Vhalla and her swirling magic force.

Just like earlier, her arms were outstretched, gathering power like she was about to launch some kind of magical fireworks display.

If it had been the earlier version of Kaisen, he would have run away faster than a cat from a cucumber.

But not now. Now was the time to end this.

Vhalla's eyes widened as she registered his sudden appearance.

It was like she was trying to process how someone who was supposed to be as weak as a kitten had suddenly turned into a lion.

"Yo..." Kaisen greeted the main boss, raising his hands in a carefree wave. "I've heard about your life story... Man, to think you were revered as one of the greatest heroes of this world..."

He said it all with a teasing manner, and Vhalla scowled deeply, like a teacher who hadn't been paid yet and was dealing with student loans.

"...It's a real shame what happened to you... If I were you—"

"Die!"

Vhalla interrupted her own NPC script to curse him and unleashed her devastating attack. Being so close to her should've vaporized him, and Vhalla was sure of it.

But when she heard the familiar voice coming from the dust-covered area around her, she frowned.

"Like I said, if I were you, I would've just given up and lived a happy, long life. With the vast wealth I made as a hero, I'd buy a palace in the mountains where nobody could find me and hire some succulent maids to serve me... in all ways possible..."

She could see the silhouette of a man standing nonchalantly in the same spot as before, his hands casually tucked into his pockets as if he hadn't just faced a lethal attack.