KLRXO Stories - Chapter 5: A Rough Night’s Sleep with Mom

Experiencing a dreadful tragedy, Nightingale never expected anything good from life. No matter what he did or where he found himself, this feeling only became more profound and apparent. However, he could have never anticipated getting infected by the Tower of Worms and awakening as an Esper, the supposed unnatural individuals bestowed with Mythical powers.Just like that, his mundane routine was now filled with more excitement and danger, the genre of his life changed forever.

I am Blake, and I run a small stall in Foosha Village, working part-time as an interdimensional broker.One day, the Marine Hero, Garp, complained that I'm scammer and tried to flip over my stall.In retaliation, I threw him straight into an otherworldly dungeon!Ding![Client Selected: Monkey D. Garp!][Dungeon Generating… Dungeon World: Naruto!][Mission Objective: Survive the Third Raikage’s assault, or defeat him!]Garp: “Stinking brat! What kind of ghost place did you send me to!”Blake: (Crossing my legs) “A one million Berry VR experience. It's a steal!”[Ding! Dungeon cleared! Clear Evaluation: S+!][Congratulations, you obtained SSS-Rank Reward: Eight-Tails Perfect Jinchuriki!][Congratulations, you obtained S-Rank Reward: Lightning Release Chakra Mode!]Feeling the lightning and Tailed Beast chakra surging through my body, I laughed aloud.Who should I toss in next? Whitebeard? Or perhaps the Five Elders?(Hold on, letting others fight to the death while I reap the rewards... isn't this system a little too awesome?!)---[Note: This is an unofficial translation. All rights to the original work belong to its rightful owner.]> Patreon.com/NegativeTranslations

“Alpha Troy! Over here!” I yelled, raising my hand for help. I was under attack by a monster while saving my mates.The four of them heard me cry out as the creature clawed me and slammed me against the wall.“Help me!” I gasped, but their attention shifted when a soft cry came from the other side.It was Oriana, the gentle princess and a warrior, a combination most men lusted after.But not my mates.They were in my troupe, my friends, my lovers. We shared a bed, a bond. I knew they would save me.“Ohhh! I’m going to die,” she whimpered again, though she could have stood up easily. The monster’s focus was on me.“Yorick!” I screamed, reaching for another of my mates, struggling to escape, my leg tangled in silver chains.My mates looked at me and then at her—and I saw it. The shine of love in their eyes.In a heartbeat, they ran to her. My heart slowed. Tears welled up.Oriana had warned me: when it came down to it, they would choose her. She told me they only used me to pass time in the dorm room because I agreed for gangbang while other she-wolves did not.And now, right before my eyes, they were leaping into battle—for her.“We’ll come back for you, don’t worry,” Haiden shouted, as if that erased the betrayal.At that moment, the monster turned back to me. And I knew there would be no saving me.So I prayed they’d live long enough to regret their choice.---Clementine had spent her life as the insufferable daughter of an alpha—tough, rebellious, and uninterested in love, especially in a world where male wolves were allowed multiple mates. Tired of her attitude, her stepmother forced her into an academy built to train fighters against deadly monsters.On her first day, Clementine was shocked to find her roommates were the worst people from her past:-Alpha Yorick, her bitter ex-boyfriend-Alpha Troy, her ex–best friend who believed she betrayed him-Alpha Haiden, the bully who had made her life hell-And Alpha Ian, her former cellmate who thought she manipulated him into punishmentThey all seemed to want revenge.But when they fought side by side on the battlefield, something strange happened–Clementine felt a mate bond with all of them.At first, things turned steamy. Hatred became desire. Tension turned into passion.But then, Clementine saw the truth: when it came down to it, they would always choose someone else over her.To them, she had only ever been a distraction, a toy to share and throw away.