The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!-Chapter 139. I Built an Undead Army Before Breakfast and Still Made It Back for Coffee

Chapter 139: 139. I Built an Undead Army Before Breakfast and Still Made It Back for Coffee

He walked in without hiding, because that wasn’t the point of this training.

He saw the closest goblin wake up, see the masked figure, and scream. The colony acted like all goblin colonies do: they attacked right away and in a disorganized way, with every creature that could move rushing toward the intruder with the single-mindedness that makes them dangerous in large numbers but funny on their own.

"What a disgusting piece of shit..."

Rex put up one hand.

The telekinesis spread out in a wide, controlled pulse. It wasn’t the precise work he usually did; it was a broad-area application that picked up everything within twenty meters and held it in place.

Thirty goblins rose into the air at the same time; their weapons are useless against it, and their arms and legs are flailing in the air that no longer has a hold on them. They came in all sizes, from knee-high kids to heavier adults who were the closest thing to leaders in a colony this small.

They hung there in the dark like a very unimpressive mobile, wriggling and screaming in four different ways.

Rex walked through them to get to the middle of the clearing.

He used telekinesis to make them crash into each other, which worked well and didn’t use too much force. It was like he needed them dead but didn’t want the mess of a battlefield.

It took about a minute and a half. The noise was loud, but the clearing was far enough away from the city walls that it didn’t matter.

Then he stood in the middle of thirty corpses and felt the necrotic frequency activate on its own, the skill of reaching out with the automatic recognition of something that had found exactly what it was designed for.

Rex said the activation command at the frequency the system had given him. The command emerged from him in a register lower than normal speech; it was not quite a sound that typical ears would recognize as a word, but rather something that resonated in the sternum and propagated outward.

The effect was immediate.

The first goblin moved. Then the second. Then seven goblins moved at once, followed by the rest in a wave that swept through the clearing.

Each corpse began to work again thanks to the necrotic energy that flowed through Rex’s connection to them. Despite not breathing, bleeding, or showing any signs of life, the corpses continued to move, stand, and turn towards him with the detached attention of machines awaiting commands.

Thirty goblins stood in a circle around him in the dark before dawn, waiting for his next order.

Rex looked at them. "It fucking worked... and it’s even better than I thought."

"Stand by," he thought, sending the command through the mental channel that the skill had opened. "Don’t move until I tell you to."

They stopped.

He told them to stay and went east to find the wolf pack he foresaw. And then he chased them right away.

The wolves were faster, better organized, and harder to kill than the goblins, and it took longer to do so. But the outcome was the same: twelve dire wolves stood in the frost-covered meadow where he had found them, staring at him with the same empty look as the goblins.

He added a small orc camp with seven orcs inside and then a nest of something bigger that he couldn’t identify by species but that had been alone in a quarry and had put up enough of a fight that he found it intriguing. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Rex laughed when he finally looked at what he had built in an hour and a half. He was standing in the quiet scrubland outside Aethelgard before dawn, with forty-nine constructs in different places waiting for his signal.

It was the same laugh he had when he bought Infinite Regeneration, the kind that came out of him before he could stop it, real and honest. It echoed through the empty scrubland and scared something in the bushes into running away.

He thought, "Forty-nine soldiers," and then he stopped laughing.

"That’s all for tonight, and... I just raised it because I had two hours and wanted to see if it worked."

"Just think about how this will look in a month.

He stood there for a moment longer, feeling the mental link to each of his creations. He had a quiet awareness of the locations of his creations, which were spread across his range like a map overlaying his natural senses.

He thought, "Dismissed," and put each of them back to sleep.

The necrotic energy left behind only corpses that resembled their original forms, indicating that he had what he needed to ensure his plans were fulfilled.

"With all these armies as pawns... I could at least take down one of the reincarnators, but... I won’t use them." Rex said while looking at his palm. "Those monsters from the dungeon... yeah... I will awaken them into something more powerful than ever!"

He teleported back to the inn; changed back into Rex Rexilion; put the mask away; and went downstairs to see what breakfast was ready.

...

Rex stretched both his arms to start the day like usual, and then he saw Marceline was behind the service counter in the dining room, setting up for the morning with the focused efficiency of someone who had been doing this for a long time and knew how to do it.

When Rex walked in, she looked up, and her face did something complicated that turned into a warm look that she didn’t try to hide.

"Ninety percent natural in a morning-after scenario," Rex thought to himself. "Better than I thought."

He said, "Morning."

"G-good morning," she said back. "I was surprised when I didn’t see you next to me, but it seems like you went back to your room..."

"So... I was wondering if you would really be awake."

Rex said, "I’m always up early to start a good morning indeed," and that was true.

She was already putting together a plate by the time he sat down. She did it automatically, like someone who was still trying to figure out how to show a new feeling through the actions she already knew.

Rex watched her work without saying anything about how important it was for the inn’s owner to serve her breakfast. He knew that pointing out things that were already working was a beneficial way to make them stop.

Two minutes later, Mara came out of the kitchen with coffee and the look of someone who had slept well and was really enjoying the morning.

"Good morning, Rex," Mara smiles. "I know you want the coffee I usually make, right?"

"You bet I am."

She placed the coffee in front of Rex, glanced at Marceline, then back at Rex, and finally sat down across from him, exuding the calm pleasure of someone who had orchestrated a plan and was now witnessing it unfold perfectly.

She told Rex to "eat," as if he needed to hear it.

"That was my plan," Rex said.

"Faster," Mara said. "You’ll be late on your dungeon raid."

"Yeah, yeah, relax... I’m trying to enjoy it."

Marceline sat down next to him with her own cup, and for the next twenty minutes, the three of them sat at a small table in the morning dining room of the Silver Rest. To anyone who walked in, it would have looked like three people having a quiet breakfast.

Rex ate and let Mara and Marceline talk about whatever they wanted. He also monitored the progress of the conversation using the part of his mind that was always calculating.

The relationship between Mara and Marceline had changed. Before last night, they had a favorable working relationship as employer and employee.

There was now something else, a shared understanding that lay beneath everything they said. It was the kind of shared context that changed the meaning of even the simplest sentences.

’It seems like they get along pretty well...’

’Their dynamics are insane anyway, and I wanted more.’