Ghoul King's Harem



Blood, guts and desecrated corpses littered the snowy fields, the imprinted footprints in the snow telling the tale of a desperate struggle against what could only be compared to that fate.

Clang!

The black blade of Eien collided with a Stage 5 Mutant's bladed arms, causing a slight bend in the monster's blade as it began to screech, causing Alexander's ears to almost rupture, blood oozing from them as he became dizzy and stumbled.

Bang!

Instantly another zombie's huge body smashed into him—Alexander didn't have the time to be dazed while suffering the constant onslaught of the zombie horde, yet another wound, a dark black bruise forming as his arm was twisted in the wrong direction.

"Ugh... little blitch!"

Crack! 

Adjusting the bone, his body lunged back into the fray.

The zombies had begun to slow down, and for a moment, Alexander thought this might work.

Still, just as he began to think that things would be okay, something even more terrifying appeared before his eyes.

A tall figure, covered in an unearthly robe with a skull-like face and glowing white eyes, stood silently behind the zombies, watching the battle intently.

"Ah... you must be the real deal..."

"Hmph, not bad," the skeleton spoke, its voice echoing like a thousand whispers through the icy winds.

'What!?' 

Another intelligent monster... shit! 

This monster's aura reminded him, no... It WAS the Skeleton Lord from that time. He almost lost many of his Vesta in the past...

Suddenly his mood became dark, angry, filled with even more determination to crush this horde—his teeth became sharper, growing longer, and his muscles also began to change, seemingly like a pseudo evolution.

Boom!

Holding Eien in his left hand, he swung wildly, tearing through the zombies around him, while Alexander lunged forward, using his sharp claws to rip apart the flesh and organs of the monsters.

Clang!

Blades met each other, one black, one silver. The blade of Eien sliced through the bones and limbs of the skeletons while Alexander ripped apart the zombie bodies.

The two powerful enemies clashed repeatedly until they were locked in a stalemate, staring intently at each other, unwilling to make the next move.

"I see... so it's you..."

"Heh, finally, we meet again."

The two exchanged words for a brief moment before returning to their battle.

Skeletons and zombies fought relentlessly against  Alexander, their power, speed and intelligence all much greater the moment that skeleton in the robe appeared, yet the mad didn't make any moves, only watching from a short distance.

Sometimes his eyes look above as if afraid of something.

"Tch!"

With a wave of his hand, a dozen zombies rushed out from the crowd, attacking Alexander from all sides as he attempted to defend himself.

"You can't use your full strength yet!"

"Shut up!"

Alexander used his superior agility to evade the attack, ignoring the skeleton's words. His body was still weak after losing so much blood, but he refused to lose to these shitty mutants.

Alexander was furious, wanting to end this battle and crush the man's skull.

Those girls who worked so hard were extremely important to him in his life now! Yet even now, those that were there that day and almost surrendered suffer from regret and apologise on the bed crying in his arms.

'Bastards... Make my cute Vesta cry!'

'God may forgive you, but the Ghoul King sure won't!'

His eyes turned red as he glared at the Skeleton Lord, ready to tear him apart.

'Fuck you! Die!'

"Die!"

"Hmm?"

As Alexander lunged forward, his mind filled with anger, the Skeleton Lord just stood there, waiting for the impact of Alexander's claws to connect.

BOOM!

However, the blow did not reach the skeleton, landing in the ground, causing a large hole beneath him as his body flew away.

"What? How!?"

The Skeleton Lord was stunned, surprised by the unexpected turn of events.

'Was I too careless?'

A smile appeared on his bony face as he laughed.

"So that's what happened..."

He waved his hands, and the zombies began to surround Alexander, closing the gap between them and encircling him completely.

A thin zombie with an extremely emaciated figure held down Alexander's arm, its face looked human, and its body was almost identical, without any rotten flesh or blood; with lifeless black eyes, she tightened her grasp on his wrist before a crack sounded.

Crack!

The bone cracked loudly, white dust rising as a slight pain assaulted his entire body.

"Ahhh!"

The zombie pulled harder, forcing the bone to break in half before tearing off his hand; blood began to pour from the wound, filling her mouth and face—the zombie didn't avoid it due to the man before her already being defeated.

"Arggh.... you bastards!" 

"No!"

Alexander tried to struggle, but the zombies surrounding him had pinned him down, stopping him from escaping.

"Don't worry. We will put you out of your misery soon enough."

The Skeleton Lord said as he pulled a bladed sword from his robe.

"Hmph... You think you can defeat me!? Do you think you can kill me so easily!?" Alex roared as hundreds of bloody spikes pierced from the ground killing countless zombies.

Then a moment later, the blood spikes began to suck them dry, helping Alexander rapidly repair his body before the entire ground erupted with the spikes around him, repeatedly randomly.

"Who knows... But you have to die either way. This world isn't kind enough to allow people like you to live forever."

The skeleton walked towards Alexander, lifting the blade and preparing to deliver the final blow.

"Hahahaha!" Alexander screamed out with laughter, his right hand grasping Eien tightly while his left hand slowly regenerated as his head began to throb.

Once again, the overuse of his magic was causing his nose to bleed, and he was suffering the same pain as someone with a Stage 4 brain tumour, but he bit his tongue until it was almost torn in half to avoid falling again.

As the skeleton approached him, now only 3 metres apart, a huge bolt of lightning struck from the sky, but it was golden and holy, sealing both the skeleton and Alexander in a small arena, like the one used in the forsaken village for bets...

Alex never thought his mother would step in, but now there was only one ghoul and corpse inside.

The zombies and mutants that touched the barrier were instantly vapourised. In contrast, the female zombie stood idly, her body on the inside of the boundary, her eyes now slightly red and watching only Alexander's movements, her body seeming to resist a certain impulse and desire.

'Thanks, mother... this bastard has an old grudge against me.... so what if he's Stage 6...'

'A stage 6 necromancer is garbage in combat without their minions!'

"Hmph, thank you for waiting. Now you can die in peace."

The skeleton lord raised the blade high, ready to strike.

"Oh yea, I want to ask you something first," Alexander said, the corners of his lips curled into a grin.

"What?" The skeleton replied, confused.

"Is it fun living as a man without a cock? Rather... are you a professional Eunuch?"

"Wha-"

The skeleton lord was at a loss for words, unable to understand what the man was saying.

"It doesn't matter... Your death will be very painful!!"

Alexander swung Eien horizontally, aiming at the skeleton's chest, but a sharp pain assaulted his neck before he could finish his swing.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

"Urgghh..."

With a thud, the blade fell from his hand, and the skeleton lord smiled, raising his sword again.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'll be happy to tell you when you're dead."

The skeleton lord raised his sword, ready to stab Alexander in the neck again, enjoying the look of his prey on the ground bleeding from the four holes he managed to poke with his Bone Touch spell.

The zombie woman standing outside the barrier moved, suddenly grabbing the skeleton's arm and biting into his skull.

"O-ow! Stop it! What are you doing!?"

"Arghhh!"

The skeleton lord punched the zombie in the stomach, causing her to spit out the bone in her mouth while blood gushed from the wounds on his skull.

"How dare you defy me!"

Taking advantage of the Skeleton Lord's distraction, Alexander rushed forward and used his left hand, now a blood claw, because it hadn't fully regenerated, completely cracking the bone on the back of his skull, revealing the blue, glowing light within.

"Arrgh! You little flesh bag!" The Lord screamed.

Alexander grabbed the skeleton's shoulder with his claws, ripping the robe apart, before he stabbed at the skeleton's ribcage with his other hand, snapping several of the bones before yanking it back out.

"Huff... hahaha... you think you can defeat me!?"

"Of course," Alexander answered, his voice soft.

"I've got two brains... And I've had plenty of experience battling monsters more powerful than myself."

"Ugh... no..."

The skeleton lord's body began to glow, and the zombie woman watched intently, her eyes still red and filled with a strange empty curiosity while looking at the blood on her hands, then the blood on Alexander's chest.

The same blood turned the snow below her red. Noticing this, she knelt and began to devour the red snow.

"I'm the real deal... so you can't compare to me. That's all there is to it!"

Alexander lifted the skeleton's broken bones and crushed them into dust before lunging at the monster.

His body torn apart by a strange magic that would create skeletal hands and weapons near his body before slashing, poking and tearing at his body before he could react.

So he gave up reacting! Tightening her body and pushing forward was the choice she made!

Bang!

"Gahhhhh!"

Alexander continued to smash at the skeleton until his entire body was a bloody mess, and even the skeleton's face was covered in blood and bone fragments.

"Phew..."

"H-how.... are you still.... alive!?" The Skeleton Lord's broken face spoke with a trembling voice from the broken teeth and jaw.

"Mmmm... I am just extremely vigorous. Gotta please 20 girls a day after all."

"W-what?"

No one could blame the Skeleton for feeling this way—Alexanders' body was more blood and wounds than his skin, huge chunks where the blades and sharp fingers had penetrated and sliced his body, and his right eye was red and black after suffering too much damage. In contrast, his right arm was barely an arm, now merely bones...

"Y-you will die... filthy meatba--"

When Alexander was going to end the Skeleton Lord's life, a huge stone suddenly smashed down on its head mid-sentence.

The bones became dust, and the blue flame was doused...

While a strange, cute girl with red eyes stood watching Alexander tilting her head as she licked a small rock coated in his blood.

"What's going on...?"