Three days...

That’s how long Roy has journeyed through the vast desert. The deeper Roy walked into the northern expanse of the Hudeii Desert, the more the landscape changed.

The rolling crimson sand dunes flattened out, replaced by jagged, sun-bleached canyons and jagged black volcanic rocks that shimmered with intense, distorting heat waves.

To an ordinary mortal, this place was a death sentence. To Roy, who had never stayed outside of his room for long, he had no way of understanding the peril of being isolated in such a land.

His sleek golden hair caught the wind, and his plain black T-shirt didn’t have a single drop of sweat on it.

He’s a god after all, False God he may be.

But he’s in a realm where mere mortals cannot comprehend.

’A hundred and fourteen Faith Points,’ Roy thought, his eyes tracking a translucent blue interface hovering before his eyes. ’I accumulated this much after the Great Luna Pack followed me,’ he smiled.

’Alpha Eurenia really did a great job convincing those wolf men to pray to me," Roy grinned, ’It’s a decent starting bank, but if I want to hit that ten-thousand follower milestone before the True Gods find me, I can’t rely on Eurenia’s pack.’

’I need variety,’ he sighed deeply, "Sixty-five Faith Points were gotten from soul-conversion while forty-nine Faith Points came from my new followers."

"It seems I received 10 Faith Points from Eurenia’s prayer because she was my first follower."

"The fact that I haven’t leveled up since confirms it," he growled, "I believe my status window has been updated but I’m not in a position to check it out right now."

"With the Great Luna Pack on the move. I’ll check them out later, my Faith Points should come in..." Roy was about to complete his statement when suddenly, his divine perception picked up a faint, metallic rhythm vibrating through the canyon walls.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Mixed with the metallic sounds was a harsh, guttural laughter that sounded like grinding stones, followed by a sharp, pained cry.

It was high-pitched, feminine, and laced with agony.

Roy’s eyes narrowed into dangerous crimson slits. "Living targets," he mumbled.

Using his Transformation authority, his body blurred, shifting into a swift, silent desert sun-fly. He shot up the side of a black canyon wall, positioning himself on a high ridge to look down into the gorge below.

What he saw made his tactical mind instantly begin calculating equations.

"These are..." his brows furrowed. A massive, nomadic caravan was migrating through the canyon. The travelers weren’t humans, nor were they wolf-kin.

They were Lizardmen.

Towering over 1.9 meters tall, their bodies were covered in thick, dusty-red reptilian scales that acted as natural armor against the desert heat.

They were known as the Crimson-Skinned Lizardmen.

They possessed long, muscular tails that lashed against the rocks, and heavy crocodilian jaws lined with serrated teeth.

They were heavily armed with crude iron scimitars and bone spears, moving a massive herd of multi-legged desert beasts laden with supplies.

Unlike the Lizardmen, these four-legged emerald-scaled Drakes were creatures with little to no intelligence.

Only relying on their bestial senses and survival instincts. They were the Lizardmen’s means of transportation.

Horses for them to ride and carry their heavy supplies.

But it was what was happening at the center of the caravan that drew Roy’s undivided attention.

Tied by her wrists to the back of a jagged iron cage on one of the desert beasts was a captive. She was a beast-kin, but completely different from Eurenia’s predatory lineage.

She belonged to the Rabbit-kin.

Despite being covered in dark desert dust, dried blood, and bruises, her appearance was strikingly alluring.

She possessed long, fluffy white rabbit ears that were currently drooping in pain, and a remarkably voluptuous, curvaceous frame that her tattered, revealing rags could barely conceal.

Her soft, succulent enormous boobs bounced each time she was pushed forward. Her long, slender legs were bound by heavy iron chains, dragging behind the drakes as she was forced to keep pace with the caravan.

"Move faster, rabbit slave!" a massive Lizardman soldier bellowed, his voice a gravelly hiss.

He swung a thick, spiked leather whip.

CRACK!

The whip tore across her exposed back, leaving a burning red welt. The Rabbit-woman let out a breathless, choked gasp, her knees buckling as she collapsed onto the scorching gravel.

The drakes kept moving, ruthlessly dragging her body across the jagged stones.

"Please...." she whimpered, her voice cracked and dry from dehydration, her crimson, doe-like eyes filled with tears of pure despair, "No more... I can’t..."

"Haha! Look at the weakling!" another Lizardman laughed, kicking a cloud of hot sand directly into her face. "The Rabbit tribes are nothing but breeding stock and emergency meat. If you die before we reach the northern oasis, we’ll rape your corpse and roast you tonight!"

Up on the ridge, the sun-fly vanished.

Roy materialized back into his human form, standing perfectly still at the edge of the cliff, "Even in this game, life still remains cruel, huh?"

He looked down at the scene, entirely detached from the cruelty, but deeply invested in her seductive appearance.

Just like Alpha Eurenia, this Rabbit-woman was quite sexually appealing to Roy’s eyes. Her smooth porcelain skin caused his eyes to glisten.

Her beauty was unmatched, even greater than Eurenia. She was shorter, thinner due to being starved by these Lizardmen.

But even with the harsh treatment, it was impossible to hide her exquisite beauty; Roy’s eyes weren’t overwhelmed by lust, all he cared about was her talent and how useful she would be to him.

Even if he tried, he couldn’t feel pity for her. A god doesn’t purpose neither sympathy nor empathy towards mortals.

Only selfish desires!

’Wolf-kin are known for their battle strength and quick wits but Rabbit-kin are quite nimble and she looks young,’ Roy sighed, ’Perhaps she could be useful to me, I may have played this game, but I still don’t know how these mortals live.’

’Eurenia was an absolute powerhouse for a front line, but a faction needs a shadow. A high-potential Rabbit-kin is the perfect blueprint for a stealth scout or an assassin corps.’

Roy’s eyes flickered, "I’ve made up my mind. I’ll set her free."

He glanced at the hundred-odd Lizardmen below. They were strong, durable, and numerous.

’It should be fine since there are no cultivators amongst them’ he smiled.

"And as for these overgrown geckos.... my domain isn’t the God of Wolves. It’s the Ruler of Beast. It’s time to teach these reptiles who actually sits at the top of the food chain."

Roy didn’t hide. He didn’t use stealth.

He casually stepped off the edge of the thirty-foot cliff, dropping straight into the center of the canyon path, landing flawlessly right in front of the leading Lizardman troops with a heavy thud that kicked up a plume of dust.

"Who goes there?!" the lead Lizardman barked, his hand instantly flying to his scimitar as the caravan ground to a sudden halt.

The entire tribe looked up, blinking their slitted reptilian eyes in sheer confusion.

Standing before them was a lone, handsome young man with golden hair, dressed in bizarre, flawless black clothes that didn’t belong to this world.

He looked entirely unarmed, defenseless, and casual.

"A human?" the warrior sneered, his massive jaw splitting into a mocking grin. "A lost human wandering into the Northern canyons? Today is our lucky day! More meat for the pot!"

The surrounding Lizardmen burst into raucous, guttural laughter, raising their spears.

Behind them, tied to the cage, the tattered Rabbit-woman painfully raised her head.

Through her blurred, tear-filled vision, she stared at the lone golden-haired man. Her heart sank. ’Why... why did a human come here? He’s going to be killed because of me...’

Roy didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t even draw a weapon.

He simply stood there, his hands loosely tucked into his pockets, looking at the laughing warrior with an expression of pure, chilling boredom.

"You guys talk a lot for a bunch of oversized lizards," Roy said, his voice smooth, gentle, and perfectly audible across the entire canyon.

The Warrior’s laughter died instantly. His face contorted into pure rage. "Die, arrogant dog!"

The Warrior lunged forward, his massive two-meter frame throwing a heavy shadow over Roy as his iron scimitar swung down, aiming to split Roy’s skull in half.

Roy’s eyes flickered, the golden-crimson light of his true divinity erupting in his pupils.

[Activating Divine Authority: Mindcraft!]

"Kneel!" Roy whispered.