Villain in a Fantasy World; I Level Up by Conquering Villainesses-Chapter 112: Subjugation

Staring down at the vigorous young Wolfkin who was crying like a baby, Julian felt utter disgust but at the same time, he realized that he needed to do something drastic to change his mentality.

’I need him... what should I do?’ His brain whirred.

3 dominant options floated in his head.

’I can either decide to deceive him and tell Pandora to brainwash him to turn him into a loyal and fearless warrior, or I can console him, pet, and rub his ego to see if he’ll change with time, or I can forcefully make him a man’.

The last option was risky in the fact that pushing Theodore too far could break his mentality completely and turn him into a broken vessel that can no longer be fixed, but at the same time it was the option that Julian trusted best.

Afterall, spare the rod and spoil the child.

Julian didn’t want a spoiled and pampered warrior even with all of Theodore’s talents. He wanted a manly warrior that he could rely on to take his back and protect him when it truly mattered.

He made his choice. ’I’ll make him a man’.

’And if he becomes a ruined product in the process, I’ll accept it without regrets and make Pandora turn him into a mindless and loyal warrior regardless’.

The moment he made his choice, Julian’s qi flared violently.

Dominion Aura!

BZZZZ!

An aura of bloodlust suddenly emanated from the body of the towering Demon Mage like a tsunami, pressing on the Wolfkin like inverted gravity as Theodore reacted immediately with a look of raw horror on his face.

The look on the face of the Wolfkin felt like he was staring at death itself, and his first instinctive reaction was to cry.

When life gets hard, cry.

When things go wrong, cry.

But just as he opened his mouth to cry...

BAM!

Julian’s left hand clenched around the Wolfkin’s jaw with crushing force, slamming it back shut as he squatted in front of the pitiful Wolfkin with a murderous look on his face.

"Pathetic". He said in a cold and emotionless voice.

With the Demon’s hand wrapped tightly around his jaw, slamming it shut, Theodore could not cry even if he wanted to as he just stared at the glowing crimson eyes of the Demon with a look of pure terror.

Julian snorted and repeated again. "Pathetic".

"Is this all you amount to, you crying bum?"

"You were kidnapped and turned into a pawn in a suicide mission. You were used as cannon fodder, a disposable tool. You don’t even know the current fate of your family, and your first instinct is to cry?"

"Useless and utterly pathetic".

"Is this all you amount to?" He growled in a deep guttural voice. "Is this what your mother spent 9 months gestating to push into this world?"

"Utterly pathetic!"

"When life hits you, your first instinct is to cry? That’s the way of a coward, you spineless b*tch!"

Smack!

Julian slapped him hard on the face, leaving a vivid red imprint on his cheek as he glared at the Wolfkin with murderous intensity. "You’re a man!" He snarled. "And you should act and react like a man".

"When life hits you, you don’t cry, you face it like a man!"

"If someone screws you over, you screw them back! You don’t cry, you hear me?" He snarled into his face.

"When someone punches you, punch him back!"

"When someone kicks your sister or your mother, you murder them!"

"That’s what it means to be a man, that’s what it means to be a protector".

"When your life and your family is threatened, you don’t sit down and cry. You stand up even while dying to protect your family!"

"You retaliate, you fight!"

"You pick up your War Axe and fight to the death, you hear me?"

By now, Theodore was no longer crying as he simply stared at the Demon in a daze. He was now painfully lucid and awake.

Julian finally let go of his jaw as he clattered to the ground, but he no longer cried as he just stared at the Demon.

Julian stood up and straightened, looking down at the Wolfkin.

The Wolfkin’s reaction to his initial push gave him the go ahead to continue. "Theodore," Julian called in a deep voice. "Are you willing to succumb to your fate and die a dog’s death while the fate of your family is uncertain?"

"Are you willing to let your enemies walk and go scot-free after screwing you over for no cause?"

"The choice is up to you," he raised his chin high arrogantly. "I give you 2 choices: 1, you can join me and let me groom you into a warrior that can fight for himself and defend his family, and also take revenge on those who subjugated your mind and turned you into a pawn".

"2, say it to my face that you’re a spineless coward and that I should let you go out there where those who turned you into a pawn will surely kill you".

Julian’s crimson eyes gleamed. "Choose, make your choice".

"Do you want to rise and become a true warrior or you want to live and die a dog’s death?"

"..."

For more than a minute, silence reigned in this corridor as Theodore simply stared at the Demon.

Pandora was also quiet.

After another minute of silence, Theodore finally sat upright and wiped his snort and tears, then in a timid voice he asked. "C-can you really groom me and turn me into a powerful warrior?"

Julian looked down at him arrogantly and declared. "I am Zaratul. When I say something, I do it".

Theodore hesitated as he gently touched the painful red mark of the slap that was on his cheek before looking at the Demon again.

"Can I... can I really get my revenge?"

Julian revealed a mildly annoyed and impatient look, but that was only to intimidate Theodore as he finally said. "I will eradicate the Demoness Sect. I already said it, I will do it".

"Nothing can stop me".

Theodore hesitated some more as his gaze alternated between the Succubus that left him feeling terrified and the Demon that seemed even more frightening.

Despite the fact that he grew up and lived in the remote Town all his life as a farmer, just like every other person in Gomorra, he had heard of the infamous villain, Zaratul.

For the past few days in Dreadmoor, he knew where he was and he knew who he was serving.

He was self-aware but unknown to him, a part of his consciousness was manipulated and this was why he didn’t react to a lot of things before.

He was a puppet before.

But now, he already understood his situation perfectly, he also knew that Zaratul was not lying.

Theodore still felt scared, he still wanted to cry, but at the same time the Demon Lord’s speech got to him. Even in his cowardice, he could not help but want to jump at the opportunity to gain power and get his revenge.

’What if he is right?’

’I may not get an opportunity like this anymore’.

’Zaratul may be evil but he’s one of the strongest beings in this world, why would he lie to a useless bum like me?’

That was the thought that changed everything for him. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Theodore wiped his tears one last time, then he pushed himself up to his feet and stood in front of the towering Demon Lord.

Then he bowed low. "Lord Zaratul".

He paid his respects to his Lord.

DING!

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