"RUN—! RUN—! HE'S NOT HUMAN—!" A third raider turned on his heel, but his legs buckled before he could take a step, his knees hitting the dirt with a thud.

Ravina and Sabina stood frozen behind me.

"Dexter…?" Ravina's voice was a whisper, her fingers digging into my shoulder. "What is that thing—?!"

Sabina's breath came in short, sharp gasps. "What in the ancestor's name.... !" Her spear clattered to the ground, forgotten. "That's not of this world—!"

I didn't answer.

I fired.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

The blast erupted from the Bazooka like the wrath of a god.

The first raider—the hulking brute—disintegrated.

One second, he was there—screaming, arms raised—

The next—

His torso exploded, similar to an excessively ripe fruit, his ribs breaking into small fragments, his organs turning into a pink vapor. His arms extended away from each other and pounded the ground with dull noises, his fingers still moving involuntarily. His legs rolled through the sky, rebounding from the tree that he had touched and then falling in a heap, his kneecaps broken into pieces like decayed wood. His head—

His head rolled to my feet, his mouth still open in a scream, his tongue lolling out like a dog's.

The blast wave hit the next group—

CRACK-SPLAT.

A raider's chest caved in, his sternum punched through his back like a bullet through paper. His heart exploded out of his spine, landing in the dirt with a sick thump. His arms flailed as he collapsed, his fingers clawing at his own guts as they spilled out in glistening loops.

SQUISH-POP.

Another man's skull burst like a melon dropped from a cliff. Brain matter sprayed the trees, chunky and gray, dripping down the bark. His jaw landed separately, teeth still clenched in a scream.

SNAP-CRUNCH.

A third raider's pelvis shattered, his hips folding backwards like a broken doll's. His legs flopped limply, his thighs split open, muscle and bone exposed like raw meat. His scream cut off when his lungs collapsed, blood frothing from his lips.

The survivors screamed.

"NO—! PLEASE—! WE DIDN'T KNOW—!"

"MERCY—! WE'LL LEAVE—!"

"GODS SAVE US—!"

I looked at the empty barrel of the Bazooka and just thought of reloading it, and instantly it got reloaded with another missile, appearing inside the barrel like magic, and I fired again without hesitation.

BOOM.

The next blast caught three raiders in a cluster.

The first man's body split vertically—from crotch to collarbone—his insides spilling out in a steaming pile. His spine snapped like a twig, his upper body flopping sideways while his legs stayed standing, pissing blood.

The second man lost his arms—torn off at the shoulders, stumps gushing blood. His face hit the dirt, his nose crushing like a bug, his teeth scattering like pebbles.

The third man—

The third man disappeared.

One second, he was there—

The next—

Nothing.

Just a red mist, a few teeth, and the echo of his scream.

The last raider stood alone, his body shaking, his pants dark with piss and shit. His hands were raised, his voice a broken whimper.

"I—I surrender—! I WON'T FIGHT—!"

I lowered the Bazooka.

"Too late."

BOOM.

His body vaporized—

No limbs. No blood. No scream.

Just a smoking crater, and the stench of burnt flesh.

Silence.

The only sound was the crackle of fire, the drip of blood, the ragged breaths of Ravina and Sabina behind me.

I turned—

And saw them staring.

Ravina's face was pale as bone, her lips parted, her eyes wide with horror—and something else. Something like awe.

Sabina's spear lay forgotten in the dirt. Her hands clutched her own arms, her knuckles white. Her voice was a whisper—

"…What are you?"

A grin split my face, teeth slick with blood. "Your new god."

I almost sent the bazooka back to storage—until I saw Ravina's tribe closing in, Agatha holding her belly, walking over slowly. Fine. Let's give them a spectacle.

The barrel howled as it caved in on itself, metal writhing like a dying thing—gold boiling into black iron, the weapon's scream raw and wet.

Sabina and Ravina stepped back in terror, their jaws almost touching the ground, and their eyes fixed on the disgusting thing that I held.

"Watch closely," I said under my breath as I rolled the Bazooka with my fingers as if it were the back of a lover.

Then—snap.

The bazooka was gone.

In its place, a ring. Simple. Elegant. A band of void-metal etched with runes that burned when you stared too long. I twirled it around my finger, the weight of it dragging at reality itself. Sabina's breath hitched. Ravina's knees buckled.

"W-What the hell was that?!" Ravina choked out, her voice raw.

I smirked. "God's Weapon," I flicked the ring toward the sky—it hung there, suspended, defying gravity.

With a thought, the ring ripped through space, vanishing into the system storage with a sound like a dying god's last breath. The absence of it left the air too quiet, the world suddenly smaller. Sabina's hands flew to her mouth. Ravina's eyes were wide enough to swallow her face.

"You—you just— made it disappear..." Sabina stammered.

I noticed the wounds on Sabina's thigh were pathetic—shallow cuts, the kind that would've made a man sigh. But me? Observing her pussy's thick lips.

As I came closer, she moved back with her heart pounding in her neck like a bird caught in a cage. "Don't be frightened", my words came out like a blade being taken from its sheath, "I am not going to hurt you". My silhouette enveloped hers, and she was frozen.

I grabbed her thigh, and when her breath hitched at the pressure, I only did it for a moment to let her know the control was with me.

"See these?" I traced a fresh gash, watching her shudder.

"Let me heal you." Her pussy was a heartbeat away, heat radiating through the air between us. I could've taken. I could've ruined. But gods don't stoop—they ascend.

Eternal Vitality burned through my veins as I pressed my palm to her skin. Golden light spiderwebbed from my touch, devouring the wounds, then the old scars—every mark of weakness erased. Sabina gasped as her flesh knit seamlessly, her legs trembling. "There," I purred. "Now you're completely healed."

Ravina face-plopped into the ground as if she were a fallen god, her forehead mashed into the earth. "You're not the devil - you are the God we prayed for!" Her voice faltered, but her tits sent mixed signals, too big for pure faith, releasing onto the dirt as if she was presenting them. I couldn't help but stare.

Sabina's fingers brushed her healed skin, eyes wide. "Th-Thank you, my God"

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