Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2014: I am a god’s messenger

Under the qilin's watchful handling, the monster horde thinned out swiftly.

Even as fresh monster backups rushed in, they found themselves utterly helpless against the tide.

Monster instincts remained basic, making them simple to deceive, so they mindlessly hurled themselves against the energy barrier the qilin had erected.

They charged forward blindly, driven solely by the urge to seize what lay ahead, without a hint of alternative strategy.

Meanwhile, the racial alliance's support forces finally made their entrance.

Upon arrival, puzzled expressions crossed their faces as they observed the chaotic scene playing out before them.

Comprehending the ongoing spectacle proved challenging for them.

After all, none of them had witnessed anything quite like this in the past.

Observing these monsters exploding in such a bizarre manner was truly an odd sight.

Moreover, uncertainty gripped them about their next move, as the unknown force detonating the monsters left them hesitant; they wanted to assist yet feared interfering wrongly.

Thus, they stood frozen, merely gazing as the monsters rushed headlong to their doom.

Words failed to capture the sheer astonishment of what unfolded in their view.

After some time passed, I turned to the qilin and instructed, "Take a break, let the others handle the rest."

The qilin appeared reluctant to stop, yet I recognized the toll it was enduring.

Our shared link allowed me to gauge precisely how much strength the qilin still possessed.

Its immense power was evident, but sustaining this effort clearly exhausted it, and it couldn't maintain the pace much longer—especially since this qilin was freshly born not long ago.

With proper growth time, I wouldn't fret over its ability to eradicate every last monster here.

However, in its current nascent state, handling everything solo seemed beyond its reach.

The qilin detected the resolve in my tone through our bond, leaving it with little option but to withdraw.

By now, the monsters had twisted into grotesque forms, far weaker than their original states; deformed to such extremes, it would be astonishing if they could muster even a fraction of their former might.

For the racial alliance's newcomers, dispatching these altered beasts was straightforward work.

As a result, they plunged into battle against the monsters without delay.

I paid no mind to the fray, confident in their capability to manage it, and instead directed my full focus toward the qilin nearby.

Noting the qilin's gaze fixed on me, I extended my arms to lift it from the earth.

The qilin offered no opposition, slipping easily into my embrace as if it had anticipated this very moment.

Its demeanor mirrored that of a young child reuniting with a guardian.

Could qilins possess an imprinting drive, latching onto the first being they encounter as a parental figure?

Yet, this wasn't the true cause of the qilin's attachment to me.

Rather, it stemmed from the profound innate connection I still sensed pulsing between us.

I struggled to put it into words, but the qilin's array of emotions flowed clearly through me.

Following a brief quiet spell, I inquired, "What are you?"

"I’m a god’s messenger."

This reply threw me off balance, far from what I'd anticipated hearing.

Reflecting on it, though, the idea fit well; this qilin hailed from beyond this realm, and in my previous existence, qilins ranked among mythical creatures.

The mythical beings of this plane all served as envoys of the divine, so it stood to reason that this qilin shared that role.

That said, if this qilin truly acted as a god’s messenger, wielding that potent divine energy...

Only one deity seemed a likely source for such a servant.

Did this imply the qilin was destined to cross my path, arranged by the very god who forged this world?

The deeper my contemplation went, the more it felt like every event aligned flawlessly to draw us together, as though I were merely a puppet in the grasp of that God of Creation...

"I’m not a messenger for any of the gods."

The qilin's statement yanked me from my reverie, leaving a bewildered expression on my features—especially after it had just claimed to be a god’s messenger, only to deny ties to any deity now.

This contradiction baffled me completely...

"I am your messenger."

Shock and greater confusion surged through me at these words.

A bewildered glance crossed my face as I stared at the qilin, which met my eyes with serene composure, its feelings unruffled—I knew this via our link.

Yet, its unflinching calm only deepened my bewilderment.

Undeniably, the qilin wielded an essence akin to divine energy.

Or perhaps it harnessed a primal form that preceded divine power itself.

In truth, it operated in that enigmatic space bridging mana and divine force, which struck me as peculiar.

But how could it proclaim itself a god’s messenger while binding to me?

I wasn’t a god.