CHAPTER 375: HE WAS MY LORD FIRST!

Anonymous: What is happening in Lotera city? I was just kicked out.

Damon only sent this single message as anonymous and then let the internet heroes do their work. Thankfully, his message did not get drowned out, and someone picked it up.

CinderFlame92: Bro, my party just got booted too! We were grinding near the western wall, and boom, the system message says "Restricted Zone." Wtf is going on?

PeanutLord: LOL you guys are screwed. That’s def a faction war event. Don’t even bother going back unless you’ve got a death wish.

FairyKiller: No way, I heard it’s a boss spawn. Something huge. Like, world-boss huge. People are already calling it "The Siege of Lotera."

The chat blew up further, threads spiraling in every direction, conspiracies about hidden lore, players whining about being locked out, opportunists trying to sell overpriced maps of Lotera’s outskirts.

Bloodfang87: lmao imagine being kicked out of your own city. rip Lotera.

VampBabe22: If the Blood God shows up there, it’s game over for everyone.

AngryGoblin: SHUT UP ABOUT THE BLOOD GOD, not everything is about him!!

Damon smirked faintly, watching the hysteria spread. One little nudge, one tiny spark, and the players themselves did the rest. Panic, speculation, and propaganda all rolled into one chaotic wave. Exactly as he wanted.

After all, someone needed to capture how shit was going to go down. He needed the front row seat to all that horror and misery that was about to be unleashed. He would hate to miss such a good show.

Watching Damon grin like a villain, Erin walked over closer. "Something interesting, my Lord?" She asked.

Damon chuckled. "Right. Why not? You should also enjoy this show with me." Damon was in a good mood, so he made his system interface temporarily public.

The screen hanging before Damon shimmered, and with a flick of his hand, he expanded it into a wide, translucent display. Lines of chat scrolled in real time, faster than most eyes could follow, but Damon’s gaze tracked everything with casual amusement.

Erin tilted her head, lips curling in a curious smile as she leaned closer. "World chat? What is that? What are you watching, my lord?"

Damon’s grin widened. "Not just watching. Stirring the pot." He tapped a finger against the armrest of his throne as more frantic messages poured in.

StoneBreaker: I JUST SAW NPC GUARDS EVACUATING CIVILIANS. WTF?? THIS IS HUGE.

MapScammer101: Selling Lotera siege map! Limited copies, only 500 gold each!! First come, first serve!

DeathByCookies: Don’t buy from him, it’s fake! Report this scammer!!

ArcaneFanboy: Word is Legion of Justice is already inside. They’ve locked the gates behind them.

ShadowHunter98: Legion of Justice is gonna get slaughtered lol. If the Blood God shows, they won’t last five minutes.

AngryGoblin: SHUT UP ABOUT THE BLOOD GOD, not everything is about him!!

AngryKobold: Why are you guys bringing up Blood God again and again? He is just a has-been. The bitch is not even on the charts anymore. Take a good look and stop sucking his balls. If I ever see that mofo, I will personally ruin myself, damn it.

AngryDragon: Blood God sucks!

AngryMermaid: Blood God can’t get it up!

Erin’s face turned icy as she watched the bunch of messages. Her jaw tightened, her soft smile vanishing into a sharp line as the insults piled up on the screen. She clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms.

"They dare... to speak of you like this?" Her voice was low, trembling not with fear, but with rage. "Pathetic worms, hiding behind their little words. If they were here, I would—"

Damon chuckled, holding up a hand to silence her. "Relax, Erin. They are clearly just trolls. No need to pay attention to these idiots. Just look closely at the bigger picture."

Even after the trolls attempted to change the topic, Lotera once again bounced back to the spotlight, and everyone started to talk about it. Erin still seemed to be in a bad mood, so Damon pulled her closer to him. "Relax, okay."

Erin’s mood instantly became better as she used this opportunity to plop herself right on Damon’s lap as if she was trying to get a better view of the system interface.

Damon’s face twitched, but he did not say anything. They had done a lot worse. Sitting on the lap was... At least this time, she was wearing clothes, and her bare ass was not dry humping him.

Both of them continued to watch the chat silently when all of a sudden, a new character made a loud entrance. "My Lord!!! I have missed you!!!"

Ellora ran towards Damon at top speed with all of her assets boldly shaking and jiggling.

Damon’s face twitched again, harder this time. He had just gotten Erin settled enough that she wasn’t grinding him into the throne, and now here came the second troublemaker.

"My Lord!!!" Ellora practically threw herself the last few feet, launching into an embrace like a missile aimed straight at Damon’s chest. Unfortunately, she was stopped by a certain lady snake at the last minute.

Ellora’s two big melons crashed right into a draconic serpentine claw. Ellora erected a blood barrier at the last minute. Otherwise, the damned claw would have dug a hole straight through her chest!

"Watch where you’re throwing yourself, little girl. My Lord’s lap is already occupied." Erin completely ignored the confused look on Ellora’s face as she retracted her claw back into her arm.

Ellora steadied herself, cheeks flushed from both the collision and Erin’s cutting words. She puffed out her chest indignantly, glaring daggers at the woman perched so smugly on Damon’s throne.

"And who are you to tell me that? He was my Lord first! My Lord and I share a bond you could never understand!"

Erin’s blue-green eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a frosty smile that held more venom than any serpent’s bite. "First? Hah. You think arriving early earns you permanence? A dog might be loyal to its master, but that doesn’t mean it belongs at the table."