’Hehe... look at my handful of mature MILFS, they really want to show me their best.’ Quinn didn’t need to lift a finger, because all of his women were absolutely raring to go.

"Then let’s move." Quinn dropped down from Neko’s massive back to the forest floor without much effort, adopting a casual stride with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

As for drawing Bringer, it was completely out of the question.

He intended to stand back and watch the impending carnage unfold from the sidelines like a spectator, he wanted to see the performance of his MILFS...so he don’t have to work his fiber.

Step... step... step...

"Move!!! We have no time to waste!!" a dark-green-skinned creature roared, resting a massive battleaxe against its elbow. Standing over two meters tall with bulging muscles, its flesh was covered in black, tattoo-like lines. The most striking detail, however, was the grim necklace fashioned from a cluster of severed skulls.

It was clearly a high-ranking orc, judging by the tyrannical way it ordered the lesser greenskins who were currently hauling and lifting colossal logs.

They were obviously constructing a settlement; the surrounding area was in a state of chaotic disarray, littered with makeshift huts, and woods that was sliced and dice to pieces.

Massive timber columns were being lashed together to erect a stronghold..a defensive wall to thwart any potential invasion.

They were putting in serious effort, each creature laboring to the absolute best of its ability, lifting heavy logs without speaking, just pure focus and attention to the orders given by the high ranking orc.

Then... at the corner of the camp near the crude shelters, there stood a massive cage woven from thick, sturdy vines.

Inside, several captured humans were screaming at the top of their lungs, pleading pitifully for their lives... already bloodshot as thier hopes is slowly slipping away.

"Hmm... so they’ve already raided some nearby villages and snatched the humans living on the outskirts, using them like a livestock...brutal but it’s the reality." Quinn murmured as he perched at the very peak of a gargantuan tree, roughly thirty meters above the ground.

"It’s the natural order here...either life or death. It is much the same as the Crucible," Alice spoke, her usual playfulness entirely absent.

She had fully transitioned into her cold, detached ’Ice Empress’ persona, her eyes is not visible as she wore a purple blindfold with another intricate designs on it.

It was understandable, given how cruel the laws of this world truly were. At this rate, the greenskin orcs wouldn’t survive a month within human territory.

As for the captive humans, their lives were practically deemed worthless since they lacked the power to protect themselves, rendering their desperate begging entirely futile.

The ruling noble houses wouldn’t lift a finger for such insignificant commoners.

The human population was vast, so a few casualties on the borders wouldn’t cause the authorities any real hassle.

Still, the elites would eventually have to make a move to preserve their pride and maintain their image as a guiding light for the masses, meaning the orcs’ chances of survival were slim to none...it may not happen today but it won’t last long.

It was a grim trade-off. Life in this world was rarely rainbows and butterflies.

Too bad, Owen made his way here...as the doom is inevitable.

"Well then... you ladies will have to play the heroes today," Quinn teased the four.

He had absolutely no intention of playing the white knight himself. Acting like a righteous savior would only restrict his ultimate dream of pleasuring and dominating his harem, so he planed to stay out of it.

Quinn also wanted to save some humans today, securing the prisoners was a basic courtesy for a man of his standing.

"Then leave it to us and watch how we handle business!" Lyra unsheathed her twin blades.

Without a shred of hesitation, she plummeted from the thirty-meter-high canopy.

She’s like a falling bomb, really to blow away everything that’s trying to hold his way.

The other three didn’t waste a single moment either, already motivated by the prospect of Quinn’s rewards.

Their plan was beautifully simple: kill more enemies, secure a wilder pounding later tonight!

The one who managed to kill more will take the solo pounding with Quinn.

How could they possibly pass up an offer like that? It meant another intense bedroom session, an opportunity none of them were willing to miss.

Even Zero vanished into the shadows like a ghost; she had already made up her mind to earn a thorough fingering today...and an absolute thrashing in bed.

Her time to finally get the pounding might unfold if she works hard today.

Quinn watched with satisfaction, knowing that keeping them satisfied certainly yielded its perks.

He could simply kick back and enjoy a snack while the slaughter commenced.

As for the lives of the greenskin orcs, it wasn’t his concern.

It was obvious they had already butchered some of their captives, given the dried blood staining the earth near the vine cage.

They had likely enjoyed a gruesome feast the previous evening to celebrate a successful harvest...

Boom!!!

Skrkkkk!!! Skrkk!!

The force of the impact was immense. The crowd of working orcs was instantly reduced to a bloody pulp beneath the sheer violence of Lyra’s descent akin to an atomic bomb.

"INVADER!!! KILL THE INVADER!!" the high-ranking orc bellowed.

He hadn’t detected anything unusual, let alone a hostile presence, prior to the sudden crash... everything happened so fast.

Countless of monsters perished in the initial blast, absorbing the full brunt of Lyra’s staggering 600 strength stats, how could they live when a true monster was unleashed.

Gong!!! Gongg!! Gong!!

"Katana Series: First Fold - Everlasting Slash," Alice murmured.

She held her weapon with absolute finesse, her left hand gripping the hilt while her right anchored the sheath. Everything transpired in a seamless flash before she cleanly snapped the blade back into its scabbard.