The sun cast long shadows across the tranquil forest as it dipped below the horizon, painting the world in shades of orange and pink. Rizki emerged from the depths of the cave, his strength fully restored after a swift recovery. He stood at the cave's entrance, taking in the breathtaking view as the fading light bathed the surroundings in a warm, ethereal glow. Nearby, the girls engaged in lively chatter, their voices a harmonious contrast to the eerie silence of the cave.
With a determined gleam in his eyes, Rizki felt the weight of responsibility settle upon him. He knew it was time to broach a serious topic that had been weighing on his mind. "I will go to Bastion, alone," he declared, his voice carrying a solemn resolve.
Everyn, ever the inquisitive one, raised her voice, breaking the momentary silence. "Can all of us join?" she asked, her curiosity evident in her eyes. However, Rizki's response was flatly rejecting. "No," he announced firmly.
Eva, who had anticipated a different answer, was startled by his decision. Her voice wavered as she questioned, "Why?" The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, waiting for Rizki's response.
Rizki took a moment to gather his thoughts before replying. "Corrosion," he said, his voice laced with the weight of experience. "It's akin to radiation, and without proper preparation, it's a death sentence."
A heavy silence descended upon the group as Rizki continued to explain the gravity of the situation. "This time, the radiation is even more severe, enough to melt a person if they can't withstand it."
The revelation hung in the air like a dark cloud, rendering the four girls speechless. After a somber pause, Everyn found her voice. "So, that's what the Grand Master endured to reach that land?" she whispered, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and horror.
Rizki nodded solemnly, his knowledge surpassing their expectations. He had delved deep into Liora's origins, the history of the Land of Bastion, and the intricate workings of this world, all thanks to the information stored in his phone along with his determination to find the stories on each deeper. Without this knowledge, he might as well have been walking into his own demise.
Sighing deeply, he added, "I ask that you allow me to go there alone, so can I?"
Eve, her concern evident, raised her voice. "But if even the Grand Master couldn't truly survive there, what chance do you have?"
Rizki approached Eve, gently patting her head with his right hand as he reassured her, "I'm not from this world, so perhaps I have a chance."
Evelyn, the voice of reason, pointed out the uncertainty in Rizki's statement. "But 'perhaps' implies uncertainty," she said, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "Are you willing to take that risk?"
With a hint of a smile, Rizki replied, "I will take it even if its zero percent."
Moved by his determination and conviction, the girls embraced him, apologizing in unison, "Sorry for dragging you into this mess when you're just a human."
Rizki returned their hugs and spoke softly, "It's alright, girls. Remember what we promised at our wedding?"
They nodded, their heads bowed in understanding. Rizki decided to let them collect their thoughts and emotions, realizing that for them, this was a profound and challenging moment.
To Rizki, it wasn't an extraordinary request. He had faced similar situations in his past life as a school brawler, where classmates had begged for his help, and he had always come through.
For him, this was an everyday occurrence as a disciple of Liora Nightshade, the woman with the power to defeat the hero but chose to restrain herself in honor of her late husband.
Changing the subject to lighten the mood, Rizki suggested, "Shall we head back home, build a fire, and relax?"
The girls nodded, their faces brightening at the prospect of warmth and companionship. The five of them turned and made their way back to the elf village, the fading daylight casting an enchanting glow over the forest.
Returning home after their journey, Rizki felt a bit weakened by the toll of the earlier battle. He sat down gently on the ground inside their cozy house, adorned with minimalistic yet beautiful decorations.
Eva and Evelyn, ever attentive, tended to his wounds while Eve prepared food with care, and Everyn kindled a fire in the fireplace, filling the room with a soothing warmth. As they cared for him, they removed Rizki's coat and clothes, revealing scars from his days as a seasoned brawler, along with the results of training under one of the forest's strongest elves.
They re-applied a soothing salve to the wound on Rizki's left chest, causing him to relax further. With their ministrations complete, they gathered around each other, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.
The room was filled with their laughter and conversation as they shared stories about their lives, discussing home affairs, and simply enjoying each other's company. They ate together, savoring each bite, and eventually formed a circle.
Eva broke the comfortable silence, asking Rizki a question that caught him off guard, "Rizki, you decide. Who do you want to have a child with first?"
Rizki blinked in surprise and then stammered, "But won't I end up with another set of quadruplets if I'm not careful?"
Eva, her playful side emerging, issued a teasing threat. "Of course, but no cheating! You can only put your little sausage in us!" Rizki's eyes widened as he processed the implications. "I don't want sixteen kids!"
Evelyn sighed, patiently explaining, "Didn't Liora tell you that having more than two kids is a miracle for us elves? We're nearly infertile."
Rizki's eyes widened further, and he asked with a mischievous glint, "So, what if I choose all of you?"
A mischievous grin spread across the faces of the four girls. They wasted no time and playfully crowded around Rizki, their affections growing more intense. Linen by linen, their inhibitions faded, and their passion ignited, filling the room with the echoes of their love and desire.
The night passed in a blur of emotions and desires, their bond growing deeper with each passing moment.
The next morning, Rizki awoke with a start, realizing that he had broken a piece of furniture in the room in his sleep. He yelped slightly, "I broke my stick apparently," as he surveyed the room. The girls still slept soundly, the aftermath of their passionate night evident.
Careful not to wake them, Rizki gently moved them aside and made his way to the bathroom. Inside, he struggled to contain his anger and frustration, unable to comprehend the intense emotions that had overtaken him. With a furious punch, he shattered a glass, the shards scattering across the floor.
"I will settle the score with that beastman once and for all," he declared angrily. "At the Land of Bastion." His determination burned brighter than ever as he prepared for the perilous journey ahead.