The Freed S*aves Became Obsessed

Chapter 84

As you pass through Baekun Valley and head east, the plains stretch out, where black clouds permanently cover the sky, blurring the distinction between day and night.

This region, devoid of any light, is called the Plains of Despair, where hordes of yokai roam the land.

It is a high-risk zone, officially prohibited by the government of Bestia.

In the center of the plains, even yokai avoid approaching, lies a desolate, ruined fortress. Once a major city, proud of the ancient Bestian kingdom's prosperity, it was overtaken by yokai and left in ruins. Now, it serves as a meeting place for a few powerful yokai.

Inside the fortress's grand meeting hall, an unextinguishable flame burns at the center.

The sound of many feet, each moving as if with its own will, filled the chamber as a giant, centipede-like figure took its place at the round table.

With slitted eyes that made it hard to read his thoughts, wearing a black fedora and tuxedo, and holding a cane in several of his many legs, was the centipede yokai, Baekkak Gentlemen.

“Ah, it seems I’m a bit late. My apologies. It took a while to get my shoes on,” Baekkak Gentlemen said with a sly smile.

Typically, yokai with substantial power rarely leave their territories. Baekkak Gentlemen was no exception.

Residing deep underground, he wasn’t fond of venturing to the surface, but today was a special occasion.

The Dark Fox had summoned the yokai, claiming that the Gumiho had reappeared.

“To think the Gumiho would awaken at this time—I never could have dreamed it, don’t you agree?”

“It’s been quite some time since she emerged from the seal. It’s only now that she has recovered enough power for her presence to be felt,” replied a female voice, taking the form of a horse.

She was Wu, one of the Twelve Yokai Spirits.

“Heh, heh, heh. Naturally, naturally! That’s how it should be for the Gumiho!” a muscular giant laughed boisterously, his bulging muscles making it difficult for him to even fold his arms.@@@@

He was a dokkaebi. Some even called him the king of dokkaebi—Dueoksini.

For Dueoksini, who relished challenging the strong in tests of strength, the return of the Gumiho was a fortuitous event.

“Where is the Gumiho now? I must go meet her immediately!” Dueoksini grinned, eager as a child promised a trip to an amusement park, his gaze fixed on Heukbi, waiting for an answer.

Despite wearing a blindfold, Heukbi could easily sense Dueoksini's gaze. However, she paid him no mind, casually sipping her tea while her black tail swayed gently behind her.

“There’s no point in visiting her now. In her current state, she’s not a full Gumiho yet—only a Yukmiho.”

Heukbi, the Dark Fox, was one of the three Yoho, along with the Sky Fox and the Gumiho.

She was the fox who could reverse fate.

A dangerous entity, capable of plunging an emperor into ruin or raising a beggar to the throne, flipping the destinies of princes and paupers as easily as turning her palm.

Once, Heukbi stood alongside the Gumiho as one of the twin pillars of the Hoyo tribe, but she was also the most infamous traitor of her kind.

She had allied with the heavens and helped hunt the Gumiho.

If it hadn’t been for her, the world might have already been under the foxes’ rule.

“And besides, there’s no time to toy with the Gumiho. Heaven’s orders are clear—she must be eliminated before she fully becomes a true Gumiho,” Heukbi stated.

“Hmm.”

The yokai’s reactions were mixed. They were yokai, after all. They followed no one’s orders and lived by their instincts.

But he couldn’t help it. After all, no man could resist the drinks served by the bunny girls at the best tavern in Bestia, Rabbit in the Moon.

Anyone who could resist wasn’t truly a man—or was too quick in other areas.

“Ugh, I need to pee,” Vailen muttered as he turned toward a wall, fumbling with his pants. Soon, the sound of a strong stream echoed through the alley as he relieved himself without reservation.

The feeling of emptying his bladder was so refreshing that he couldn’t help but hum a little tune.

“Pissing, pissing, shake the tail, tail~ Pissing, pissing, shake the tail, tail~”

Once he’d finished, Vailen adjusted his clothes and started walking back in the direction of his home.

“Huh?”

A dark shadow stood in the narrow alley ahead of him.

It was a rat beastfolk, standing completely still, blocking his path.

“Hey, why are you just standing there blocking the way? Move aside and let me through.”

“...”

“Can’t you hear me?”

The rat didn’t respond. She stared blankly into space, her expression vacant.

Is she drunk too? Or maybe she’s on something?

Vailen’s good mood was quickly ruined. Irritated, he deliberately shoved the rat beastfolk’s shoulder hard as he passed by her.

The next day, in broad daylight.

Vailen walked slowly, his shoulders slumped, each step labored.

The warm sunlight bore down on him as if pressing on his head, making his steps heavy and unstable, as though he could collapse from a mere gust of wind.

His once-proud antlers looked pitiful today, and his gaunt appearance made him look like a man on the verge of death. Passersby gave him strange looks, quickly stepping aside to avoid him.

“Hey, Vailen. You alright? You don’t look so good,” one of the beastfolk recognized him and approached with concern.

But Vailen didn’t respond. He just kept walking, slowly, steadily.

Until, finally, his body swayed.

And he collapsed to the ground.

“Vailen? Hey, Vailen!”

The man turned him over, only to find Vailen’s eyes rolled back, and black veins bulging beneath his skin.

“What the hell? Is he okay? Did he just die?”

“Someone get a doctor! Don’t just stand there!”

A crowd quickly gathered in the middle of the street, drawn by the commotion.

It was the beginning of an epidemic.