Welcome to the Innocent World - Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Amidst the Chaos (R-18)

“I…” My voice was heavy, each breath ragged, strained. “Am…”

“…Nuclear.”

The word lingered in the air, My lips moved, barely a whisper escaping, yet no one around could hear it.

The moment the word left my lips, the sky erupted into a blinding flash of light. It was as if the heavens themselves cracked open, spilling an unbearable light over the city. Buildings groaned under the sheer pressure, and the air trembled with an unseen force.

People screamed, shielding their eyes, stumbling in confusion. The Queen herself recoiled, her arms flying up to protect her face from the overwhelming glow.

And then, silence.

The light vanished as suddenly as it came.

When the Queen dared to open her eyes, the city lay under a serene, clear night sky. The stars twinkled above, as if mocking the chaos that had just unfolded.

She scanned the area frantically, her chest heaving. Her sword was in her hand, her knuckles white from gripping it too hard. Her gaze darted to where I had been standing just moments ago.

I was gone.

“No…” Her voice trembled, a mix of fury and despair.

Her knees buckled, and she dropped her sword with a loud clang. She threw her head back, a guttural scream tearing from her throat.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

The sound echoed through the ruins, carrying with it her frustration, her humiliation, and her defeat.

Her knights rushed to her side. One of them, a tall man with a chiseled jaw and a scar running down his cheek, knelt beside her. “Majesty! Are you injured?”

She waved him off angrily, her hand trembling. “Get away from me!”

Another knight approached cautiously. “Your Highness… please, let us help.”

“Help?” she spat, glaring at them through tear-streaked eyes. “Where were you when he humiliated me? When he crushed everything I stood for? Where were you then?”

The knights exchanged uneasy glances but said nothing.

“Why am I so weak.!!!! Arghhh….” The Queen took a shuddering breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. Her despair was evident in every step she took, her shoulders slumped, her movements sluggish.

Her voice was a whisper now, more to herself than anyone else. “Zero… I’ll make you pay for this.”

The next morning, news of the events spread like wildfire. The city was buzzed with murmurs, each citizen adding their own spin to the tale.

“It was him! Zero! The leader of the Shadow Mystics!”

“Did you hear? The Queen herself couldn’t defeat him.”

“Zero disguised himself as Cutiepie! Can you believe it?”

“Wait, you mean Cutiepie from the tournament? That adorable warrior?”

“Yeah, turns out ‘she’ was him all along. What a twist!”

The reactions were mixed. Some cursed my name, branding me a vigilante who had caused untold destruction. Others praised my audacity, admiring my cunning and skill.

Children in the streets mimicked my transformation, their laughter ringing out as they shouted, “I am Nuclear!”

The girls, however, had a different focus.

“Did you see how handsome he was?” one gushed, her cheeks flushing.

“I heard he’s invincible,” another added dreamily.

But the boys? Their reactions were less charitable.

“Man, I can’t believe we were crushing on Cutiepie,” one muttered bitterly.

“Yeah,” another groaned. “I even jerked off fo her—”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

Meanwhile, the city began its slow recovery. The debris was cleared, buildings were repaired, and life, though shaken, pressed on.

Amidst this backdrop, another story began to surface—one far older but no less shocking.

The betrayal of the Damascus family.

Darius, once a trusted guardian of Seraphine, had been exposed. His treachery against her father, buried for 15 years, now came to light. Whispers of his actions spread through the city, adding another layer of intrigue to the already shocking atmosphere.

Far from the city, in a vast grassy field, Seraphine stood alone. The wind carried the scent of fresh earth, and the horizon stretched endlessly before her.

Her blue hair swayed with the breeze, her aura shimmering faintly around her. She sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, her breathing steady as she meditated. The events of the few days back played over in her mind like a haunting melody.

“Cutiepie…” she whispered, her voice carrying a tinge of sorrow.

Her aura flared briefly, crackling like static electricity. She opened her eyes, their blue depths shining with determination. Rising to her feet, she grasped her sword, its polished blade catching the light of the setting sun.

She exhaled slowly, centering herself. Then, with a sharp movement, she slashed through the air. The force of her swing created a gust of wind, rustling the grass around her.

“Again,” she muttered to herself, her grip tightening.

She moved gracefully, each strike precise, each step calculated. Her movements were fluid, like water flowing effortlessly through a stream.

But her mind was elsewhere.

“Cutiepie… or should I say Zero?”

She paused, lowering her sword. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her thoughts swirling like a storm.

“I hate you,” she said aloud, her voice breaking slightly.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. “I hate you for lying to me. For deceiving me. For making me believe you were someone else.”

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she stared at the horizon.

“But most of all,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I hate you for making me fall for you.”

The words hung in the air, a confession she could never take back.

She tightened her grip on her sword and resumed her practice. Her movements were faster now, more forceful, as if she were trying to exorcise the pain that gripped her heart.

“And yet…” Her voice softened, the anger fading, replaced by something deeper. “Thank you.”

She stopped mid-swing, lowering her sword. A small, bittersweet smile played on her lips.

“Thank you for showing me the way. For making me see the potential in myself. For teaching me what it means to be strong.”

She looked down at her hands, the calluses on her palms a sign to her dedication.

“Because of you, I’ve learned so much. About knighthood, about courage… about myself.”

Her voice was barely audible now, carried away by the wind.

“Thank you, Zero, for helping me on this journey.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the field in shades of gold and orange, Seraphine stood tall, her resolve stronger than ever.

“One day,” she thought, her eyes shining with determination, “I’ll surpass you. And when that day comes, you’ll understand what you’ve truly created.”

Her silhouette against the twilight, a lone warrior honing her skills, preparing for the battles yet to come.

“Ahumm…Umm….”

Far away in a quiet apartment, the atmosphere hummed with a rhythm that drowned out every other sound. Clothes were scattered across the floor like forgotten memories. From our tops to our soaked underwears that was removed in the heat of passion. The dim lighting cast a golden glow over the room, highlighting the four of us tangled together in each other’s body.

On bed, Beta leaned between my legs, her lips wrapped around my rock hard dick, her mouth filled with the mixture of saliva and little sweat which she enjoyed tasting off from my dick.

She paused momentarily, her cheeks brushing against my dick, showing affection to it and savoring the moment.

“Ahh—Master, I missed your cock so much,” she murmured, her voice dripping with longing, her face nuzzling against it in a mixture of affection and desire.

Alpha and Gamma clung to me, one on each side, their naked bodies pressing against mine. My hands moved on their waists and instinctively, one gripping Alpha’s neck as I pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her soft moans fueled the fire in the air.

“Come here, baby,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding, yet tender. Alpha’s lips melted into my touch, her lips parting eagerly as I claimed her once more.

Gamma’s arms wrapped tightly around me, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “Master… we missed you so much.” Her voice trembled with emotion, her lips licking my chest as she leaned closer.

“I missed you too, my girls,” I replied, my voice filled with a mix of love and dominance. I turned to Gamma, my lips finding hers as I kissed her in the same way, pulling her closer to me.

I exhaled deeply, my chest rising and falling with the remnants of exhaustion.

“Sigh… That was an exciting yet tiring journey,” I murmured, letting my body sink into the softness of the bed. The comfort of the moment drew Gamma’s gaze, and without hesitation, I reached for her, pulling her over me until she was straddling my face.

Gamma chuckled, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her flushed cheeks. “Truly, Master,” she replied, her voice laced with amusement.

“Put it on me, babe,” I commanded, my voice a mix of affection and hunger for her open pussy.

She hesitated only for a second, her body trembling slightly, before lowering herself onto me. The warmth and wetness of her pressed against my lips, and I didn’t waste a moment, kissing her intimately and tasting her pussy.

“Ahhh—Master…” Gamma moaned, her voice breaking as her head tilted back. Her fingers instinctively tangled in my hair, gripping tightly as I smooched her labia and tongues her with deliberate motions. Her hips began to move, her body responding to the rhythm we shared.

“Ahh yeahh….”

Every sound she made, every shudder of her body, only deepened my resolve.

The room was filled with the sound of shared breaths and unspoken emotions, an electric connection that bound us all together. In that moment, nothing else existed—just the four of us, lost in a world of raw passion.