Villain Reborn: Netori Harem in an Erotic RPG!



"I love these cowardly Merchants! Just a little guardin' and we get so much coin!"

"Gyahahaha true, true!"

"Standing in the dark, freezing our balls off, isn't bad for the money they pay."

Three mercenaries walked along the quiet caravan in the middle of the night; the merchants and nobles were sleeping in their carriages as the forest's darkness enveloped them for the last night.

*slice*

A blade sliced the first guard's neck, clean cut as small green hands covered his mouth, "Mmmph?! Nnggh!" Desperately he tried to attract his comrade's attention before the sharp, curved blade was repeatedly stabbed into his back before he died from intense pain and blood loss in a moment.

The guards had no idea...

Goblins were small, their dark green bodies hidden by the night's veil, trampling silently through the grass like prowlers on the hunt before they struck like lightning, killing all three guards with the same vile tactics.

"M-master, we have killed the guards." One goblins voice croaked as a group of huge orcs appeared from the dim light of the forest before they snuffed out all the torches, leading the entire area to be filled with darkness.

Now a goblins playground.

"Hmph!" The tall orc sneered before looking at the caravan, his eyes easily able to see through the darkness and their jackpot.

There were 5 more guards spread out through the north and central sections, while the south was completely void of sound and human life.

"Gather the women, kill them men without mercy, follow the great master's plan." His voice was calm, but all the goblins bowed their heads before vanishing into the midnight dark with twisted grins on their faces.

While he looked for the perfect maiden, the one their lord wanted after seeing her face.

"The saintess." He growled before stepping forward with a huge axe, chopping down and cleaving a horse in half to avoid the carriage from escaping.

***

The goblins were swift and sneaky and executed their task mercilessly.

They climbed through slightly opened windows to find a sleeping couple in lavish clothes before climbing onto the bed, one covering the woman, three the male.

Then silently stood above the man, holding their daggers tight, yellow teeth forming disgusting and obscene smiles.

Their crude daggers, with vile curved blades dripping with a foul mixture of their excrement and dirt, drove them deep into the male's kidney, throat and groin, while a last goblin's small green hands covered the male's nose and mouth.

"Mmmmgnh!? Nnn-Nnnngh!?" Watching his eyes fade as he struggled, he gasped and quickly died, his eyes filled with tears. The man's last action was trying to save his wife, now stripped naked of her modest but beautiful body on display, as they molested and marked her.

"!!!!" "Mmmmm!?!!" Her mouth gagged as she saw the vile creatures kill her beloved husband, unable to stop herself from urinating and trembling in the disgusting warmth as it spread along her legs.

Sadly the woman was dragged from the window, barely able to let out a breath, let alone scream, before being hurled onto a large, makeshift cart and knocked unconscious.

Carriage after carriage, they killed, maimed and ravished all they came across before reaching a most elegant and grand carriage completely locked shut.

No windows left open, the doors all latched and bolted...

Five goblins and three orcs stood at the door, thinking they had found the jackpot; maybe this was the carriage their leader wanted!

Meanwhile, the leader was holding the final mercenary guard by the throat, his body dangling a metre off the ground before a sickening snap sounded, followed by the thud of him hitting the dirt, now lifeless.

"Human's... weak, fragile.... only good for killin' and mating." The huge orc said with a sense of mockery, his dark yellow eyes browsing the area before finding a rather grand carriage like those from the rear.

Still, it was larger and placed in the centre of the three knight's carriages that the orcs had surveyed earlier in the night.

Ten orcs and fifteen goblins circled the three carriages for the knights, silently awaiting their leader's command.

How could the knights have known, so close to the village, they would be met with such an unfortunate attack...

Or the sad fate of having accepted that invitation...

The Hero had invited them to have a drink, despite rejecting many times, they succumbed to his charm, and all enjoyed a warm ale, dancing and partying till a few hours before...

Now a dull blade slid through their throats, decades of training and efforts wasted as their crimson blood flooded the carriage, female knights suffering the same fate as the merchant's wives, their Achilles tendon sliced, arms broken before dragged to the rear on a large makeshift cart.

Goblins did not care for ethics or morals.

They cared for simple things, battle, meat and women.I think you should take a look at

"Drag the ones inside out!" The huge orc sneered as he watched the four female knights laying naked on the table—his master would surely be pleased.

Bang!

Finally, there was a sound, as a goblin's headless corpse was kicked from the carriage, a woman wielding a sharp glaive despite wearing a black Bishop's dress—Estella was looking at the large group of goblins with a fierce look.

Despite submitting to the pleasures of the flesh, she had morals and principles. She thus took arms resisting until her carriage was covered with the blood and flesh of three goblins as she held her glave across her body, feeling terror at the sudden appearance of the huge orc and his group.

Faced with such terror, she didn't scream or show fear. Instead of lifting one arm, a brilliant golden light swirled from her fingertips before it shot into the night sky with a loud bang causing a bright luminescence to cover the entire caravan.

No longer night as if the brilliant sun of Celesita was looming down upon them as all the orcs and goblins became visible to see with ease.

The disturbance awakened one set of people that the orcs seemed to have forgotten or didn't put any value towards.

Travelling adventurers hearing the sound, awakening from their drunken slumber, instantly sobered from the brilliant light with healing and detoxified from its holy radiance.

"You....!" The large orc's face became grim with a huge axe in his hand; he ordered his men to kill.

"This bitch doesn't deserve mercy—I tied her down, cut off her limbs and made her squeal like a pig! Follow the orders of your leader Log'Var!"

With their cover blown, the orcs no longer acted in the goblin style, grabbing their large weapons and smashing into the caravans, chopping and carving apart the unprepared adventurers as a wild, chaotic melee unfolded.

While Estella desperately fought off three orcs, Log'Var stood ominously watching as if he awaited her to slip or mess up.

"Hero! Hurry, please give us aid!" Estella's lovely voice sounded as her glaive parried a blow before slicing across the face of an orc, only to receive a fist to her stomach, knocking her back against the carriage and causing her to cough up blood. "Ugh...Ngh...Hero..!"

Her calls were useless...

Had they taken the time or known the true essence of the Hero they coveted, none of them would have travelled without more guards and waited until his training was finished...

A boy who lived in a peaceful world, never killing a fly or lifting his finger... Suddenly reborn into a medieval world, he didn't adapt or discard his old-fashioned views. Only excitement and the desire to make a harem filled his mind...

Stupid thoughts of bringing his country's cuisine to the world, yet not facing the reality of death being only a short step away...

He was but a spoilt boy, quivering in his carriage while surrounded by a golden light, the goblins who touched that light burning to ashes...

Toshiro was a coward—instead of embracing life like Lucifer, he fell into a sense of make-believe and now only trembled upon reaching for his sword...

Still unable to kill a humanoid enemy.

"Hero!?" Estella's plea for help sounded again before the sound of her body being smashed filled the Hero's ears as he curled up, unable to deal with the reality before him.

Meanwhile, Estella was on her knees, her right shoulder dislocated from the brute force of Log'Var's blow, her left hand seemed fractured, dropping her glaive feebly as she looked up, tears in her eyes as she begged the goddess to send her a saviour in her heart.

"Buhi~ silly woman, dare to think they you would be able to win... Hero? Where Buhi.... hihi. You were abandoned to become the plaything of the orcs." His axe's blade slid across her black robe, cutting the fabric with a sadistic smile.

Estella was on the brink of despair, her heart as if submerged in darkness before a sudden sound and light filled her eyes...

A man...

He held a black spear with silver hair, his foot smashing into the face of the dreadful orc that made her feel powerless...

The blow hurled the orc into the distance with a pathetic and embarrassing roll.

Then he turned to her, the handsome man she believed to be Irinia's partner, offering his hand as warmth spread through her veins...

As if the light of Celestia was bathing her body.

She felt saved as tears oozed down her tired and beaten face.

"Forgive me for the delay—the caravan was in chaos, do not cry. I won't let them hurt you again."

His face was ethereal and beautiful, his voice like a fallen angel; she felt her heart and spirit raging as his hand caressed her cheek, filling her with vibrant energy.

In her delirious state, he became that Hero sent by Celestia; as she heard his next words, once again, the Bishop took up her glaive and resolved to fight.

"Beautiful Bishop of light, stand once more and support those who fight."