Netori King: I Will NTR Everyone!

Name: Michael Frostburne

Race: Human

Current rank: Iron.

Titles:- Netori King and, Lust King.

Progression to Gold rank: 66% (1650/2500 essences)

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Good, more to come...

After a few minutes, I finally came out of the corridor into the arena, only to see something unbelievable.

The fight was over.

Smoke filled the air, and the stadium's ground and seats were covered with piles of bodies.

The Smith brothers stood in the middle of the field, talking to each other, while the other group leaders and members were busy inspecting the bodies of the fallen rebels.

Huh?

Was I slow or something?

How did the fight end so quickly?

I expected at least three or four guys to be left for me to kill, but...

I sighed...

Forgot it...

I walked toward the Smith brothers, weaving through the aftermath of the brutal fight.

As I approached, I could hear fragments of their conversation, but their voices were low and calm, as if discussing something mundane rather than the recent carnage.

"Hey," I called out as I got closer, my voice cutting through the eerie quiet of the aftermath. "That was fast. Did you leave any for me?"

My voice was friendly, almost too friendly, but it wasn't my fault.

I felt more at ease around them, but that didn't really mean I could drop my guard.

I couldn't afford to make the same dumb mistake as before...

Allen turned to face me with a smirk. "You were taking your sweet time back there. Figured we'd speed things up."

Jack, standing beside him, nodded in agreement. "We couldn't wait around forever. Besides, these guys were nothing special."

I glanced around at the bodies again, feeling a mix of frustration and nothing more frustration...

Still, they could have atleast saved a few.

It's not every day I get to face a large cannon fodder group like this...

Jack turned on his walkie-talkie, his fingers steady despite the lingering sickness in the air. He pressed the button and spoke clearly, "Group 5, 3, and 7, what's your situation?"

A few moments later, the device crackled to life.

The reply was calm and smooth, devoid of any signs of stress. "The work here is done. We will be returning to the camp in a few minutes," said the voice on the other end.

It was James, his tone indicating everything had gone according to his plan...

Jack nodded, satisfied with the response. "Okay, our job is also done here. We will be returning as well."

He released the button and clipped the walkie-talkie back to his belt, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him...

While everyone else was relaxing, my mind was in turmoil.

Why?

A camp? Did he just say camp?

Doesn't that means a new shelter?

How did he find a new shelter so quickly?

I thought he went to rescue people, but it seems I was mistaken...

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Jack, where exactly is this camp? I mean, I need to know its location for future reference."

Jack looked at me thoughtfully before responding. "Marcus called me a few minutes ago. He said the camp's location has been changed. It's now at the old hospital on the middle of the town. He wants us to bring everyone there."

I raised an eyebrow. "A hospital? Why a hospital though?"Jack shrugged.

"Not sure. Marcus just said it's safer and more defensible. He seemed pretty insistent, so I didn't question it."

I nodded, digesting this new information. "Alright then, let's head to the hospital."

Hopefully, this new location will work out better for us, no for me...

I don't care about others, but I do care about myself.

If rebels or monsters attack our new shelter, I need to be able to escape quickly.

That's why I'm hoping the place has at least one escape route.

I'm not dying until I become the strongest.

Jack and the others started gathering the survivors from around the area.

I observed their worn-out faces.

They looked exhausted and weary from constantly running for their lives, trying to escape the rebels.

Many of them had bloodstains on their clothes, showing the recent chaos and violence they had endured.

Their eyes showed a mix of relief and lingering fear as they huddled together, hoping for some safety...

After a brief conversation, we set off again towards the new shelter.

***

The sun was blazing overhead, making the temperature soar.

I, along with the others, stood at the hospital entrance, waiting for the guards to open the gate.

The two-hour journey had left me completely worn out.

Each step under the scorching heat felt like an uphill battle.

As we stood there, I found it odd that we hadn't seen a single zombie during our trip.

Despite the suspicious absence, my exhaustion kept me from thinking too much about it.

All I could focus on was finding some relief from the heat and fatigue...

The entrance creaked open, and we stepped inside, greeted by an eerie quiet.

The first floor, which should have been bustling with people, now seemed deserted to me.

There were fewer people on the first floor than usual.

One might think that the rest were on the other floors, but the truth was different.

The number of peoples had dropped significantly.

From what I knew, the bomb and gunfire had caused a lot of damage.

Many people, including some of the high-ranking guys, had been taken out by the rebels...

It would have been very sad news for everyone here if they weren't all consumed by their own fear of survival.

But it didn't matter to me. Whether people lived or died made no difference as long as it didn't impact my own life.

Jack turned to face the group as we reached the hospital entrance, his voice cutting through the murmur of tired voices. "Alright, listen up, guys. If you're not seriously injured, head straight to the medical staff. They'll be able to take care of you."

He gestured to the few who looked completely worn out. "If you're too exhausted to move much, you can pick any room on this floor or the next. Just find a place to rest. We don't need you all crowding the medics."

Jack's gaze shifted to his brothers. "Myself and the Smith brothers will be heading to meet Leader. We need to discuss a few things and then take a break ourselves. We'll catch up with you later."

With that, Jack and the Smith brothers headed off, their footsteps echoing faintly down the hallway.

The conversation was fast, but it suited me well.

From Jack's glance at his brother, it was clear why they were heading to Marcus...

To report:

- How many people died?

- Has anyone died from the group?

- Did we discover anything significant?

These were the three questions Marcus would undoubtedly ask.

I watched them leave, then turned back to the task at hand.

Let's find a room as quickly as possible and rest for a while.

I wandered through the hallways in search of a suitable room.

After some time, I headed to the second floor...

I had to greet several people while searching, which only added to my fatigue...

For a moment, I considered asking someone if there was a decent, empty room on the second floor...

But for some reason, I chose not to.

***

After half an hour of wandering and finding only a few rooms in decent condition, I finally settled on Room 30 on the second floor.

It was a small, simple room with a single bed, a dusty chair, and a window that overlooked a part of the city.

I stepped inside, shut the door behind me, and collapsed onto the bed.

The mattress was worn but offered a welcome relief.

I lay down and quickly closed my eyes to get some real sleep...

***

I woke up after an hour or two, still feeling tired even though I had slept a bit.

My sleep had been restless, full of worries about sudden attacks or the zone reaching our new spot.

I yawned a lot, trying to wake up, and stretched on the bed.

Man, I still feel tired...

To shake off the fatigue, I did some light exercisesstretches and push-upsto get my energy back.

Yeah, now it's good...

After that, I felt a bit more awake and ready to see what was going on.

I walked to the door, planning to check out the area.

When I opened it, I was shocked to see someone standing right outside.

For a moment, my heart leaped in response to the sudden appearance.

"What are you doing in front of my door?" I asked, surprised.

The person turned to face me, and I was surprised to see who it was?

It was Alex, Kiara's fianc...

Why did he come here suddenly?

What does he need from me?

I stood there, still groggy from my nap, as Alex, Kiara's fianc, looked at me with a serious expression.

"Young Master Michael, may I have a moment of your time for a brief discussion?" he asked politely.

I nodded and gestured for him to enter. "Sure, come on in."

Alex stepped inside, and I closed the door behind him. We both sat down on the edge of the bed, and a heavy silence fell between us. I couldn't figure out why he was here or what he wanted to discuss.

After a few moments of uneasy quiet, Alex finally spoke, his question coming as a surprise.

"Young Master Michael" he began, pausing for a moment. I waited, curious about what he was about to say.

Then he delivered a question that hit me hard. "Do you and Kiara have something going on together?"