“You really made the best use of railguns, huh?” Anon asked with a smile.
“Yes, master… All of this was Madam Sephie and her assistant’s idea,” No.300 spoke.
“Well, that’s one good defensive system Sephie has created,” Anon praised.
Beep
A beeping sound came from the emerald bracelet, and a red dot appeared on the screen.
“What is that?” Anon wondered as he approached the window and looked outside.
As he scanned the area, Anon suddenly noticed a cute one-horned rabbit around the bushes.
Anon clicked on the red dot on the screen.
Zzzzzzzzz
The railgun started charging up, and…
Boom
A small shot was fired from the railgun that killed the rabbit instantly.
“Cool,” Anon said, a smile appearing on his face.
“Where are these things drawing mana from?” Anon asked.
“I don’t know, master… Madam Sephie knows about that stuff,” No.300 spoke.
“So, is this it for the third floor?” Anon asked.
“No, master… Please come here,” No.300 said as she started walking toward the left wall of the room.
“Please put your hand here,” she said, gesturing toward a magic circle on the wall.
“Okay…” Anon said as he placed his hand over the magic circle.
Click
Suddenly, a shelf emerged from the wall…
The shelf was full of weapons: swords, kunais, throwing blades, three pairs of sickles, and a large railgun on the side.
“What is this? My private weapon shelf?” Anon spoke, a smile appearing on his face.
“Yes, master. I made this for you. Did you like it?” No.300 asked with a cute smile.
“Well, well, well… Since you made it, I guess you deserve a reward too,” Anon said as he kissed No.300 on her lips.
No.300 immediately looked down in embarrassment, a smile appearing on her face.
“T-Thank you, master. I will try to do more work for you from now on,” No.300 said, her face turning crimson red.
“Let’s go to the third floor,” Anon said, and they moved toward the stairs to the third floor.
As soon as Anon and No.300 reached the third floor, Anon noticed premium furniture and premium floor design, just like a noble would have.
“Nice… Now this looks like a house,” Anon said as he laid down on the bed and felt its extreme bounciness.
“Wow… What is this bed made of?” Anon asked with a surprised expression as he continued to bounce up and down on the bed.
“Master, this bed is made of the leather of five Furion tigers, and it’s filled with silk from eight-legged spiders,” No.300 explained.
“Oh, nice. So, is this it?” Anon asked No.300.
“Yes, master. Do you want us to make any changes?” No.300 asked.
“Nope, it’s all good. Oh yeah, do one thing for me. Give this to your messenger and tell him to give it to Derein,” Anon said, handing No.300 a rolled-up piece of paper.
“As you wish, master,” No.300 said, and immediately, an ogre covered in fully black clothes appeared near her.
But something was odd about that ogre. Even his eyes were covered in cloth.
“Why are you covering your eyes?” Anon asked with a confused expression.
“Ah, Your Majesty, this is a birth defect. I was born this way,” the ogre explained as he immediately knelt down.
“Even in a world full of magic, you are still blind, huh?” Anon asked.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the ogre replied.
“Come here,” Anon commanded.
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty,” the ogre hesitated for a second but then moved toward Anon, following his voice.
“Sit down,” Anon commanded.
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty,” the ogre said, sitting in front of Anon.
Tap
Anon placed his hand on the ogre’s head and used his skill.
<Body Modification>[Ogre Body Found]
[1 Disability Found]
[Eyes Disability Found, Would you like to fix it?]
‘Yes…’ Anon commanded.
[50,000 mana will be consumed.]
‘Do it,’ Anon commanded.
[Curing the disability.]
Mana started flowing from Anon’s body into the ogre’s.
After a while, the process stopped, and a screen appeared in front of Anon.
[Eye Disability has been successfully cured.]
“Remove that cloth and try opening your eyes,” Anon commanded.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the ogre said, removing the cloth from his eyes and opening them.
Suddenly, light flashed in his eyes, and he covered them with his hands. 𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝒎
“This… I-I can see,” the ogre spoke, tears streaming down his face.
He immediately grabbed Anon’s legs and started crying even louder.
“Your Majesty, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me… I can’t even repay you. Everything I own is already yours; I can’t even offer you my life because it’s also yours,” the ogre spoke.
“No problem… Just get up and deliver the message,” Anon said, smiling a little.
“Yes, Your Majesty. I will deliver it right away,” the ogre said, disappearing from his position.
“Your Majesty, you truly have a big heart. You care only about those you love and you don’t let your enemies get away. This is what makes me love you, and- oh, shit,” No.300 said with a smile, but then she realized what she had said and immediately covered her mouth.
“HOHOHO… Looks like someone just accidentally spoke the truth, huh?” Anon said with a smile as he moved toward No.300.
Thud
Suddenly, a very loud sound came from the underground city. Anon was on the third floor of the house, but he still felt vibrations from the event.
“Hmm… What was that?” Anon asked with a suspicious expression.
“Ah, that’s nothing, Your Majesty. Just some blockhead ogre males showing their strength to the females so they can choose them as their breeding partners,” No.300 explained.
“Oh, really?” Anon asked with a smile.
“Yes, every year at this time of the season, the males search for females to breed, but to get the females’ attention, they have to prove themselves by lifting weights,” No.300 explained.
“Oh, is that so? Let’s go and see who gets the most partners, then,” Anon said as he started moving toward the underground city.
“B-But… Your Majesty,” No.300 tried to stop Anon.
“Hmm…? Is there a problem?” Anon asked, looking confused.
“N-Nothing, Your Majesty… Let’s go,” No.300 said, following Anon to the underground city.
[If the master decides to lift the weights, I don’t think any ogre will get any women this year. I just hope he doesn’t wish to pick up the weights.] No.300 thought to herself, not realizing that Anon could hear her clearly.
“Hehe… Let’s go and see how much the ogres can lift,” Anon said in a low tone, a smile appearing on his face.
After a while, Anon arrived in the underground city and noticed a large crowd in the middle.
“Haaaaahhhhhh… Yes,” an ogre shouted as he lifted a rod above his head. On both sides of the rod were female ogres sitting.
“Woow… No.900 is very strong. I hope he chooses me as his partner this year.”
“Yes… No.900 is the strongest around here, I think.”
Two ogre females discussed.
“Can I try?” Anon asked from the middle of the crowd.
Suddenly, the ogres were surprised and looked at the source of the sound.
“Y-Your Majesty?”
“Everyone, on their knees,” someone shouted, and all of them knelt down.
“Stand up, all of you,” Anon commanded.
All the ogres stood up at Anon’s command.
“Can I also try to lift this?” Anon asked.
“Fuck… Master did it,” No.300 murmured in a low voice.
“Y-Yes… Why not, Your Majesty?” No.900 spoke, looking at Anon.
“So, what’s the highest record until now?” Anon asked, standing above the metallic rod.
“Your Majesty, the highest record of all time is held by No.900. He can carry up to 20 women at a time, ten on each side,” an ogre girl spoke.
“Ohhh… That’s too many women at a time, huh?” Anon said, glancing at No.900.
“Please, Your Majesty. You praise me too much. I am nothing compared to you,” the ogre said, laughing toward Anon.
“Well, that’s true. How many women ogres can this rod lift?” Anon asked.
“Well, I think about 50 on each side, Your Majesty,” No.300 spoke.
“Good, girls, get on then. Fill the rod,” Anon commanded.
An ogre woman weighed around 250 kilograms, meaning Anon was going to lift over 250 quintals of weight.
“Wow… Can the master really lift that much weight?”
“I don’t think a human can lift that much weight.”
“Yeah, I think he is just showing off to impress the girls.”
The male ogres chatted as the females began to sit on the long metallic rod.
In moments, the rod was filled with 100 ogre women: 50 on each side, leaving very little space in between.
“M-Master… I think we should go now… It’s time for your massage,” No.300 spoke as soon as Anon grabbed the metallic rod.
‘That’s too much weight for a human to lift; even the master is not that powerful…’ No.300 thought inside her brain.
“Yeah…. Right after this,” Anon said, lifting the rod above his head with just one hand.
“Woah… He did it with just one hand… How is the master so strong?”
“Shit… No.900 is nothing compared to him.”
“Wooooow…. Your Majesty, you are so powerful,” an ogre girl from the crowd shouted.
No.300’s mouth was left wide open when she saw this view. Her master lifted so much weight with just one hand. Was that even possible? No.
“I don’t think we are getting any females now,” No.900 murmured in his mind.
“Well, let’s go,” Anon said, placing the rod back on the ground.
“Your Majesty, there are two carriages stopped in front of the house… Should we let them in?” an ogre asked.
“Ohh, my dinner is here… Let them in,” Anon said.
[Sorry for late update… I was busy in some family matters. I will upload 5 chapters tomorrow.]