Mind Demon's Path of Domination

Mark stretched and yawned as he left the hut where he had’d his first time with Yasna. She followed him out, now wearing a clean set of beast skin robes and fresh. Coincidentally enough, the hut he had entered had been her own house.

The hamster was still on his head.

It had been his Dungeon when he had been having a blast with Yasna. If it wasn’t around, he would have been incinerated by the Will of the Savage World.

He briefly scanned the facilities of the hut—it was the average standard of housing in this world. It was cramped, mud-floored, and there was not even an attached bathroom. He had asked Yasna—they apparently had one some distance away and she had to walk every morning towards it.

"Indeed, this world is not too advanced," he said, cupping his jaws.

Dona was waiting for him outside, sitting on a pile of firewood as she ate something that looked like sweet buns. There were tens of unconscious men surrounding her.

"What did they do?" he asked.

"They were waiting to ambush you when you come out, setting up traps and all." Dona took another sweet bun from her bucket and pushed it into her mouth. She sniffed and looked at Yasna.

Yasna stared back unflinchingly.

"You smell like me, so she is staring at you," Mark said and took a sweet bun for himself. "Don’t worry, my Dona isn’t a violent girl."

Dona snorted. "I can be violent if I don’t like her."

Mark smiled. "And if you give her sweets, she will like you."

To that, Dona didn’t say anything. She had searched the entire village and she had only gotten a bucket full of sweet buns. There was some sweet soup around but it tasted too trashy compared to the food she had gotten in the Hunter World.

She craved some real food.

Mark expanded his Soul Sense across the entire village and began to absorb the people here one by one into his World Space. Yasna stared as one person after the other—conscious and unconscious—vanished.

They weren’t just some unknown people, she was familiar with each face. Everyone was someone she knew, someone of her clan.

Mark smiled. He had seen some people with genuine worry in their faces, too, when he scooped up Yasna and entered her hut. Even now, some of them were heaving sighs of relief when they saw him coming out with an unharmed Yasna.

"Mark, are they really safe?" she asked anxiously.

"Don’t worry about that," Dona said, "Are there more sweet things here?"

Yasna stared at Mark even more anxiously.

"Don’t worry, they are just put into a different world. I will send you there, too." Mark mused. "And if possible, you should calm all the villagers. There are people from another village there, too. Get all of them under control. Tell them you are my woman and none of them would dare to disobey you."

Yasna rubbed her nose. Another world? She had to get people under control?

She turned to look at the red-skinned demoness who was looking at her with squinted eyes. Was this woman as strong as Mark, too? Dona, huh?

So, demons weren’t nameless monsters as she had thought. At least, not all of them. They had faces, names, and lives. Well, whatever. Now, they will also be part of her life. Luckily, the man who had taken her purity had a human charm to his body and didn’t look like some monster.

She clutched her own shoulders. Her life was changing. It was like that day when the tiger attacked her in the woods when she was little. When she had survived the ferocious attack and killed the tiger that scarred her, she had felt the same feeling she felt today.

From this moment on, her life wouldn’t be like anything she had experienced before.

This was that familiar feeling of change.

"So what am I to do next?" she asked.

Truly, she was exhausted. Any woman would be after having their first time, and one as unexpected as her own was even more tiring. As exciting as it was.

Mark looked into the horizon. "You should go rest now. I am headed for the city of savages and will be busy from now on. As I said, get the villagers under control and don’t let them panic. I will check it in a while."

After a second, Yasna nodded.

Mark sent her into his World Space. Not into some hut, but into the house he had made for Yuri some days ago using Alchemic Shapeshifting. There was a comfortable bed-like setup there. Yasna fell directly on it and the brave woman dozed off before she knew it.

"She didn’t tell me about sweets." Dona pouted.

Mark scooped her up into a princess carry and she clutched her mud-made bucket filled with sweet buns.

"Let’s not play around anymore," he said. "Let’s give these savages... a visit."

Dream Wings.

Wings slowly moved out of his back and cast a long shadow around the area. His wings were big, in fact, too big. As a Middle Demon, he had a wingspan of 20 meters. If he let those huge wings out completely, he would move out of the safe zone around Dona and the hamster.

The dungeons around them only expanded for 5 meters.

He spread the wings just wide enough and flew at his full speed. The landscape blurred past him and he felt Dona clutch her buns, eating one after the other quickly. She didn’t want to reach the enemy’s base before she had her fill.

The sound of the sound barrier being broken echoed as Mark’s speed surged even further.

Dona growled as some of her buns turned into ash. Luckily for the hamster, Mark had thrown it into his World Space just before he flew. Soon, Mark came to a sudden halt and looked down. He hadn’t reached the city but he had seen his target.

Floating in the air, he looked down. Five men stood below him, long-limbed, dark-skinned, and wearing a tribal mask. They had a tall body and seemed bursting with strength.

All five of them had a different ability and they seemed like a perfect team. They were merely Tier 1—Silver Savages—but Mark’s face grew gloomy as he stared at them. Indeed, his mission wasn’t going to be so simple.

His violet screen shimmered as he gauged them. But one thing took most of his attention.

[Trait]

[Mask of the Savage]

[As long as their Masks are not broken, they can revive themselves even if they get beheaded.]

[All abilities are enhanced by a Minor Tier.]

All of these Savages were Tier 1 Pinnacle creatures and normally, they shouldn’t even be able to harm Mark’s Defensive Magic Aura. But their masks gave them a Minor Tier boost to all their abilities.

That meant that a Tier 1 Low level savage’s attack could hurt a Tier 1 Medium creature. And a Pinnacle Tier 1 savage can affect a Tier 2 Low-level creature. And as his soul sense moved through them, he realized that these Masks were not an accessory.

The mask was, indeed, their face.

It was part of their body!

The masked men looked up at him and Dona and one of them howled. "Two Demons outside a dungeon. KILL!"

One of them materialized a spear out of nowhere. It was the savage’s ability, and if he got hit by that, Mark knew his Defensive Magic Aura would be broken. It was a powerful Tier 2 Low-level attack even if the savage was a mere Tier 1!

And that was enough to destroy a Middle Demon’s Defensive Magic Aura!

The savage threw the spear at immense speed and even Mark had trouble following it with his gaze but he fell through the sky downwards and avoided it without much effort. He had to kill them anyway and it wouldn’t be impossible.

Other demons wouldn’t be able to leave their dungeons, but he can!

The savage smirked.

The spear disappeared and appeared next to Mark. Mark’s face changed but before the spear could hit him, a defensive field of fire covered both him and Dona. The spear was burned to ashes before it could hit Mark.

Tier 2 Low-Level Demonic Trick—Fire Shield!

Mark stared down coldly. The spear that had moved past him had just... teleported beside him. Had Dona not blocked it, his Aura would have been broken.

"A nice trick," he said.

There was no other savage too close at the moment, but Mark still felt incredibly wary. He had been a bit too arrogant and rushed when he had examined them. Since they were Tier 1, he had underestimated them; believing that they wouldn’t be able to escape or harm him no matter what.

But since they were equivalent to Tier 2 Low level creatures instead of Tier 1 Pinnacle, if all five of them worked together against him, some of them had a chance of escaping.

If he still underestimated them, that is.

And if they escaped, they would let other savages know that a demon existed who could walk out of dungeons. And that would be trouble.

These five were not impossible to handle but if there was a Tier 2 Pinnacle savage around, Mark knew, he would be in big trouble. After all, a Tier 2 Pinnacle savage should theoretically... be able to harm a Tier 3 Low-Level Upper Demon.

He would be in big trouble against someone that strong.

This world’s citizens, they were far more deadly than the Hunters had ever been.