Lustful Way to Immortality, From Primitive Boy to Immortal God-Chapter 122: Unnamed
The dust from the arena had finally settled, but the echoes of the "rat’s" sudden, violent strike continued to ripple through the social fabric of the village. The transition from the public square to the private safety of their hut was a blur of high-tension negotiations. Fuyu, acting with a mercenary detachment, had handed over the required Kuri—the village’s primitive currency—to the arena guardians. Even though the official bullfight for Manu hadn’t occurred, the blood spilled and the "defeat" of the primary challenger were enough to satisfy the ancient, bureaucratic hunger of the pit bosses.
Rani, the prize of this brutal theater, had been left in a state of stunned silence. Her worldview—one built on the predictable, brute-force dominance of men like Kail—had been shattered by Fuyu’s "sneaky" efficiency. She felt a lingering, nauseating pit of guilt for Kail; he was the man who had truly conquered the beast, yet he was the one left to rot in a healing room with a shattered face. She cursed Fuyu’s name under her breath, labeling his actions as "ruthless" and "dishonorable," yet the pragmatic reality of her life took over. Her family would never accept a crippled son-in-law, and Manu, despite his brother’s interference, was uninjured and backed by a family that clearly knew how to win.
But more than guilt, Rani felt a cold, prickling fear. She remembered the sharp, disrespectful words she had spat at Fuyu earlier in the day, calling him a "rat" and mocking his masculinity. Now, seeing him stand there with a calm, vacant expression after nearly killing a man, she felt the need to appease the "madman." She pulled him aside before they reached the hut, her voice trembling slightly.
"Fuyu... I wanted to apologize," she whispered, her eyes refusing to meet his. "For what I said at the arena. I was... stressed. I didn’t mean to insult you."
Fuyu had simply nodded, his eyes as unreadable as the void, before turning to follow his family home. He didn’t care for her apology, but he noted the power of fear—it was a more reliable currency than respect.
The Domestic Reflection on Cruelty
Back inside the family hut, the atmosphere was a complex stew of relief and existential dread. The girls—Lara and Katty—sat huddled together, the image of Fuyu’s foot connecting with Kail’s jaw playing on a loop in their minds.
"And this wasn’t even the end of his cruelty," Lara whispered, her voice tight with a newfound anxiety. "He actually went to meet Kail in the healing room after. I’m genuinely afraid that he might have gone there just to finish him off. I’ve never seen a male act with such... such atavistic lack of mercy."
Katty touched her chest, her breathing shallow. "I don’t want to marry anymore," she declared, her eyes wide. "If this is what males are capable of—if they can just turn off their hearts and strike an injured person like that—then they aren’t good humans. Fuyu is dangerous. He doesn’t give you time to breathe or explain. He just... strikes."
She remembered her mother’s warnings: a male’s intent is a sudden, unstoppable force. Seeing it in Fuyu, the "mama’s boy" she used to tease, was like realizing the family dog was actually a wolf.
Susan, however, let out a soft, tinkling laugh. She sat nearby, a look of profound relief and maternal pride on her face. "Haha... so now you understand, daughters? But you should be happy. You should be relaxed. You have a brother who can protect you from anything. He didn’t break his promise to Nula, did he? He did what was necessary."
Nula joined in, her eyes glowing as she looked at Fuyu. "Exactly. Instead of calling him evil, you should see the love he has for this family. He took the shame of the ’sneaky strike’ so that Manu wouldn’t have to take the horn of a bull. Don’t say bad things about my boy."
Lara sighed, a conflicted look on her face. "We love him, Mother. We do. But we’re just... surprised. Have you ever thought that a naive, sweet boy like him was capable of being that dangerous?"
"Oh, sweetie," Nula giggled, pulling Fuyu into a tight, libidinous embrace. She pressed his head against her chest, the scent of her milk and skin enveloping him. "I’m his mother. I didn’t grow old with my eyes closed. He’s a male, and males are naturally capable of this. Fuyu just happens to love his mommy a bit more, so he uses his strength for us. I haven’t let him drink my milk all these years for nothing; I wanted him to be strong enough to do exactly what he did today."
The Strategy of the Pack
The discussion shifted as Manu entered, his ego slightly bruised but his future secured. "If Fuyu were against us," Lara asked, her curiosity piqued by the darkness she had witnessed, "who would win? Could brute force stop his tricks?"
Manu shook his head, his expression grim. "In a fair fight of brute strength, I might have a chance. But Fuyu... he doesn’t play the game we were taught. If he were against me, I’d lose before I even knew the fight had started. He uses too many tricks."
The family eventually turned to the practicalities of the marriage. Rani had accepted, but the dowry and the resources required for a wedding were substantial. Their budget was already stretched thin. Nula and Susan came to a quiet, mercenary conclusion: Lara needed to marry soon. The bride-price they would receive for her would fund Manu’s union.
Lara felt a sudden, suffocating pressure. She wanted to marry, yes, but the thought of being "sold" to fund Manu’s wedding—and the lingering fear of the "cruelty" she had seen in men—made her hesitate. For the next week, the hut was a place of tension. Nula pressured Lara daily, her demands becoming a rhythmic, irritating drumbeat that made the girl grow increasingly resentful and angry.
The Cold Guidance of Vasana
During this week of domestic squabbling, Fuyu withdrew. He sat in the backyard, under the sprawling shadow of an ancient tree, retreating into his own mind. He felt a surge of pride, an ego-boosted high from the way the girls looked at him—with fear, yes, but also with a new, intense focus.
"I really did it," Fuyu thought, a smirk playing on his lips. "I’m the strongest one here."
"No need to put your legs in the sky," Vasana’s voice cut through his vanity like an ice-cold needle. "Put them back on the earth, little mortal."
Fuyu blinked, startled. "What? Don’t you think I handled it well? They’re all terrified of me now."
"They are surprised because they underestimated you, not because you are a god," Vasana countered, her tone venerable and sharp. "You used a basic ambush on a crippled, dying man. It was efficient, yes, but do not mistake it for true power. Look at the guardians of the arena—the older men. They weren’t surprised. They’ve seen a thousand ’sneaky rats’ like you. They were simply waiting to see if you had the stomach to finish it."
She paused, allowing her words to sink into his soul. "The world ahead is far crueler than a village bullring. You will encounter people who use your own tricks against you before you can even think of them. And never assume females are not manipulative; a woman’s shadow is often longer than a man’s reach. Regulate your emotions, Fuyu. An ego is a weight that will drown you in the Karma River."
Fuyu took a deep breath, the "Seventh Heaven" feeling evaporating instantly. He began to process the Ancient Scriptures of SARAHA (Part-1) with a renewed, humble focus.
The Progress of the Human Shattering Realm
News eventually filtered back to the hut: Kail was dead. The "hero" had succumbed to his injuries and the infection that followed Fuyu’s final strike. His friends, broken and leaderless, didn’t come for revenge; they were too busy trying to survive their own grief. No invitations came from Aunt Lyra’s dairy either—perhaps Diana had convinced her mother to stay away from the "dangerous" boy.
Fuyu used this period of isolation to cultivate. With the Yin essence he had harvested from Nula, Susan, and Lyra still circulating in his system, he pushed himself through the Human Shattering Realm.
He had now opened twenty-two veins out of the three hundred sixty-five required for the first Nadi. The changes were becoming visceral. His recovery rate had increased significantly; where he once needed ten hours of sleep to recover from a session of energy circulation, he now needed only four. His skin felt denser, his muscles more like coiled springs than flesh.
He sat in the lotus position, visualizing the map of his soul. Every vein he opened was a shackle shattered. If he were to complete this first realm, he would truly become invincible among the mortals of this primitive world. No spear, no arrow, and no "brute force" from men like Kail would be able to penetrate the protective aura of a Human-Shattering cultivator.
He was a wolf in the middle of a transformation, and as he looked at the bickering of his family over Kuri and marriage proposals, he felt a profound, growing distance. He was no longer just a "mama’s boy" or a "brother." He was a vessel for a Heaven-Defying power, and the village was starting to feel very, very small.
Should Fuyu help Lara find a wealthy suitor to solve the family’s financial crisis, or should he use his growing "invincibility" to simply take the resources they need from the village elders?
