My Cuckhold System - Chapter 128: It Wasn’t A Gang

Chapter 128: It Wasn’t A Gang

Whatever fragile relief West had felt shattered at this moment as he let out a long, controlled sigh.

Something in that sigh shifted the atmosphere of the entire chamber.

He stepped off the back of the Verdant Pyre Behemoth slowly while the beasts growled as if responding to the darkening aura around him.

Over twenty of the red-furred, blue-limbed creatures pooled forward immediately, forming a loose semicircle.

Their eight eyes blinked in uneven patterns.

They emitted that same strange high pitched sound, but now it felt almost anticipatory.

Behind them, the blood pool bubbled violently as something large moved beneath the surface.

All of a sudden, an arm emerge which was longer than the arm of the others in the surrounding… it was still blue like theirs but much thicker.

And then, a torso rose from the crimson liquid… displaying the full figure of a being that was easily eight feet tall.

It resembled the smaller creatures but it was more refined…

Its fur was darker red, matted in places but arranged deliberately along its frame.

Its limbs were longer and more muscular… and its eight eyes were arranged symmetrically this time, glowing faintly.

Its posture was upright and confident.

A faint frost aura radiated from its blue limbs, causing the air around it to crystallize faintly.

It walked slowly through the pool with blood cascading off its body, and stepped onto solid ground.

Without looking at West, it moved toward the throne in the center of the chamber…

The smaller creatures lowered their heads as the eight-foot being ascended the steps and sat.

Its long blue fingers curled around the armrests and then… it spoke.

The language was a mix of both high and low pitch, layered with clicking undertones and harmonic vibrations that felt almost insectile.

West didn’t understand the sounds but the system did.

A faint overlay appeared in his vision.

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“I must have this one.”

The being’s eight eyes focused on West.

“He is worth one thousand of the ones you have brought so far.”

Its gaze sharpened.

“My power will return even stronger… and then we can finally reclaim the surface…”

The smaller creatures screeched in response, as if celebrating the declaration.

West stared at the throne-bound creature in silence.

He had already felt anger seeing the platform… the heads…

But hearing that—

Hearing that the slaughter of his teacher and classmates had merely been… insufficient… left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He exhaled slowly.

“I am starting to understand the hierarchy of power… in this reality.”

He spoke with a calm and cold tone.

“Those with more power have the authority to do as they please with those who are weaker.”

The chamber grew quieter and even the bubbling pool seemed to dim slightly.

“And since you have exercised that authority…”

Electricity began to crackle faintly around his fingers while Green flames roared brighter behind him as the Verdant Pyre Behemoths took a step forward.

“I hope you’re ready to be on the other end of it…”

“I hope you won’t shrink back… and plead for mercy when you’re dealt with the same hand…”

The eight-foot being tilted its head slightly before making a sharp clicking sound.

All of a sudden an intense tremor spread across the surroundings as a section of the west cavern caved in instantly.

Boom!

West narrowed his eyes while tilting his head slightly to stare in the direction of the caved in section…

His eyebrows furrowed upon realizing that the thunderclap like sounds weren’t explosions… they were footsteps.

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Meanwhile—

At the surface of the Eternal Ruins, chaos was brewing.

Armored vehicles lined the perimeter…. motorcycles idled with aggressive revs… weapons and awakened abilities flickered into readiness.

Members of the Crimson Talon Syndicate were already arguing heatedly with the Iron Howl Brotherhood.

“We got the call first!”

“You got here first, not the call first!”

“That’s the same damn thing!”

Silver Crescent Union members stood nearby with their arms crossed, watching with calculating expressions.

Graveflare Assembly members lingered at the edges, ready to charge.

One of the Eternal Ruins guards stood nervously between them.

“I’m telling you,” he insisted, “the ground split open. There’s a third layer. We saw it.”

“You expect us to just trust that?” a Crimson Talon enforcer barked.

“You think we’d call five gangs for fun?!” the guard snapped back.

The Obsidian Vow had arrived shortly after and now stood slightly apart from the rest.

Their leader’s eyes remained fixed on a split in the earth where the third layer had revealed itself. It appeared that the increased tremors had opened up other areas that led below.

The leader wasn’t arguing, he was thinking.

But the others couldn’t come to an agreement.

They were all arguing about priority access, loot rights, territorial claims…

Voices escalated quickly which soon graduated into a shove and then…

BOOM!

An energy blast erupted from someone’s palm.

It struck the ground between two gangs, sending stone shards flying.

That was all it took…

The fragile standoff exploded.

Flames surged, bullets cracked through the air, kinetic blasts sent bodies flying backward…

An Iron Howl fighter was hurled into a ruined pillar…

A Crimson Talon member countered with a shockwave that flattened three opponents…

Silver Crescent finally joined in when one of their scouts got clipped by stray fire…

Graveflare responded with brutality, targeting whoever was closest.

Within seconds, the Eternal Ruins perimeter had become a battlefield.

Civilians and non-affiliated individuals scattered immediately, diving behind structures or fleeing entirely.

The guards scrambled for cover.

In the middle of the chaos, one guard tugged at the sleeve of a nearby gang lieutenant.

“They’re not the first.”

The lieutenant frowned mid-fight.

“What?”

“They’re not the first ones here.”

Several heads turned and blasts paused momentarily.

“What are you talking about?” someone demanded.

The guard swallowed.

“There was already someone who went down.”

Silence rippled briefly across the battlefield as the Obsidian Vow leader’s eyes sharpened.

“When?”

“Over two hours ago.”

The surrounding gang members stared at each other.

“Why didn’t you tell us that first?!” an Iron Howl fighter roared.

“You didn’t ask, sir!” the guard shot back desperately.

A heavy silence settled briefly amid the chaos.

“Which gang?” a Crimson Talon member barked.

The guard shook his head.

“It wasn’t a gang.”