The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Chapter 215: Stupid Kitten

"Seems like you need a new daddy, kid?"

Kaisen couldn't help but grin as he eavesdropped on the sibling duo's heated exchange. This was the perfect setup—Rony would undoubtedly try to jump him, and Kaisen was more than ready to teach the little kitten a lesson.

Rony spotted Kaisen and smirked, his tail flicking with excitement.

"I've been looking for you. Now, let's have some fun!" he shouted, launching himself at Kaisen like a missile with claws.

Kaisen, cool as a cucumber, simply slipped his hands into his pockets and sidestepped, letting the overexcited furball land awkwardly on all fours, his claws scraping the rock like nails on a chalkboard.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, kid," Kaisen said with a lazy, mocking smile.

Rony growled, baring his teeth.

"You think you can take me on? I'll make you pay for that insult, you filthy human!"

He sprang to his feet and dashed toward Kaisen, who didn't even flinch. Rony was sure his speed had caught the human off guard.

"Gotcha!"

He hissed, aiming his claws straight at Kaisen's annoyingly handsome face. But just as his claws were about to make contact, Kaisen took a casual step back, barely even moving his head.

Rony's claws slashed nothing but air, hitting the ground with a humiliating scrunch.

"Aarghh!"

Rony yelped in pain, quickly jumping back, cradling his hand like he'd just touched a hot stove. He shot a wary glance at Kaisen, suddenly realizing that this white-haired stranger wasn't the pushover he thought.

"Who are you, old man?"

Rony asked, trying to sound tough but failing miserably.

"O-old? Who are you calling old, you stupid cat?!"

Kaisen's smirk vanished, replaced by an expression that looked like someone had just insulted his favorite video game character. He was only 19, for crying out loud! How dare this little furball call him old?

"Uh... obviously you..."

Rony replied, genuinely puzzled. He couldn't understand why this old man was so bent out of shape when, clearly, he was ancient.

Kaisen took a sharp breath, trying to keep his cool. This kid was seriously getting under his skin.

"I'm. Just. Nineteen. Years. Old," he said, each word dropping like a chunk of ice.

Rony looked Kaisen up and down, then back at his face.

"If you're nineteen years old, then I'm the mighty hero who defeated the evil Nightshade."

Rony said with a casual tilt of his head.

Kaisen's annoyance morphed into amusement as he smirked at the mention of Nightshade and the hero.

Obviously, he knows who the hero he was referring to. Maybe Maximus and Sable had already spread tales of his exploits.

With a cocky grin, Kaisen raised his hand and pointed at himself, letting the silence hang in the air like a drumroll.

"Guess what, kid? That hero you're talking about? You're looking right at him."

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"Man, have I stumbled upon some A-grade lunatic..."

Rony muttered, scratching his head like he was trying to dig up the answer from his scalp.

Kaisen sighed, glancing up at the sky as if asking the universe why he was stuck in this ridiculous situation. He didn't expect the kid to believe him anyway; he just hoped for a little more respect for his youthful looks.

"Forget about that, kid. What made you think I'm an old man?"

Kaisen decided to cut straight to the heart of the matter. After all, his appearance was usually one of his greatest assets. If it had been that girl here instead of this clueless kitten, she would've already been swooning over him.

At level 1640, his charm and sexual aura were practically off the charts—walking into a low-level area like this should've had people fainting from just a wink.

"Your greying hair... I thought you were around 50 years old."

Rony replied with the kind of innocence that only comes from pure, unfiltered ignorance. Kaisen opened his mouth to fire back, but then paused, raising his hand as if he was about to deliver some profound truth.

"You... uh... you, who hunts humans, have never seen someone with silver hair?"

Kaisen was genuinely flabbergasted. This was utter nonsense. There was no way these cat tribes hadn't seen humans with silver or white hair before. It was just plain stupidity.

Then again, considering the boy barely looked 7 or 8, Kaisen figured the kid hadn't seen enough humans to know what was what.

"Yeah, I've seen silver hair before."

"See? So why did you say silver hair is for old—"

"On old people, of course."

Rony interrupted, his tone matter-of-fact, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kaisen stared at the boy, a mixture of disbelief and exasperation washing over him. This was like arguing with a brick wall—if that brick wall had a tail and an attitude problem.

"Kid, when I say I'm nineteen, I mean it. This silver hair is a sign of... uh, distinguished youth!"

Rony just shrugged, clearly unimpressed.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, old man."

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A vein on Kaisen's forehead throbbed like it was auditioning for a spot in a stress-relief commercial. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to suppress the urge to punt this kid into the next kingdom.

It was becoming increasingly clear that engaging with this brat was about as productive as trying to teach a rock how to swim.

"Alright, 'kid.' Let's move on to bigger matters. I wanna know what's happening here—your tribe, this kingdom, or just generally... what the hell is going on?"

Rony looked at him with the same level of concern one might show for a fly buzzing too close to their food.

"Oh, you're just like my sister. She acts like an old woman, always asking useless questions and reading stupid stuff. I guess your interest in all this pointless nonsense just proves you really are an old man."

Kaisen felt his eye twitch. His age—or rather, the perception of it—was not up for debate anymore.

"Alright, kitty. I don't have time for this bullshit. Tell me what I want to know, or I'll beat the information outta you. Your choice, brat."

Rony's glare hardened, but then a sly smile crept onto his face, mirroring the one Kaisen usually reserved for when he was about to pull off something particularly devious. The kid's tail began to twitch with an unsettling enthusiasm, and Kaisen immediately knew this wasn't going to end well.

The little furball looked like he was about to try something sneaky, and Kaisen wasn't in the mood to play games.