An Extra's POV

Chapter 639  Rey's Takeover [Pt 1]

"AAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGG!!!"

They jointly moaned as their weakened knees found their way to the surface that they stepped on. No longer could they form coherent words, or offer any scowl of resistance to the man who stood before them.

An invisible force was making them submit; and they did so with full satisfaction.

Gratiana, who was already kneeling, bowed her head as she felt herself reaching the pleasure that was denied her earlier.

She thanked the benevolent one who was still beside her as she felt herself climax.

She wasn't the only one, though.

One after the other, the Elves made absurd sounds, filling the sacred hall with noises that should never be associated with it. They all shivered, and in only a few more moments… they all began to experience the same high that Gratiana experienced. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Y-you…" The High Elder was the only one who was still sane after all that pleasure, and while her face was beet red and her heart raced like crazy, she still managed to utter words.

However, all of that changed when Rey took a single step forward.

"Uguooooo!" She let out strange noises and collapsed with everyone else.

As the oldest in the room, she had been in the Oracle's presence more times than every other Elf. However, it had been so long since she was called to their sanctuary that she had forgotten how it felt.

But now, all of it came to her like a fresh memory.

It almost felt like the very first time—the high and the pleasure at once—and that was more than enough to make her lose the final vestiges of her composure.

"Uuuuurghh…."

The Elves all passed out on the ground, soaked in both sweat and some sticky liquid they released moments before passing out.

"Haa… seems I overdid it." Rey muttered to himself as he laid eyes on the women who lay at his feet. 'I never expected things to turn out this way when I first arrived in this Continent, but… I can't really complain about the effect I have on them.'

He also wasn't mind-controlling them, so this had to be ethical.

"But damn… what a mess."

As he uttered these words, Esme and Kara knocked and entered using the front door. Usually, it would be locked, but Rey already sensed their presence and unlocked it before they even knocked.

Once they entered inside, they instantly stopped dead in their tracks and gawked at the several Esteemed Elders who were fully smitten by Rey's presence.

"T-this… is too much…" Kara covered her face as she blushed, her voice coming out in small squeaks.

"Agreed." Esme was far more composed than Kara, but it was clear that she wasn't without tension as well. After recovering from the sight, however, they ventured further into the hall and faced Rey—who just stood there awkwardly.

"So what now? Got any idea what the plan will be from this point on?" Upon hearing Esme's question, Rey resumed his smile and put both hands on his pockets. He cast a side glance at the fallen Elves and spoke.

"I think I'll just take over this Community. There's no point in trying to hold myself back any longer, especially since this opportunity has presented itself."

If he became their leader, they would have to give him everything he desired, which would in turn aid him in arriving at his goals faster.

"I could make the Elves my allies. I could get a constant stream of resources for my business. In fact, the refinery being built will be pretty much guaranteed." Rey saw Kara's face light up the moment he said this.

However, these two were only secondary to the most important goal he had at the moment.

'I need to see the Oracle.'

The fastest way he could think of in achieving that was by becoming an Oracle in a sense. If he did so, leading the Elves the way he saw fit, it would be inevitable that he got the attention of the Oracle.

'If this Oracle exists, and is real among the Elves… it's only a matter of time before we meet.'

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[The Next Day]

The morning sun hung in the air, shining its brilliant ray on the colorful and lush lands of the Elven Community. Silence usually started the mornings of the Elves—a certain serenity that had become a ritual.

On this particular day, however, such decorum was not observed.

Several footsteps echoed within the community as they all trailed behind a certain man. All of the hundreds of thousands of Elves within the community were walking behind him—though keeping a considerable distance from him—as he walked behind the Esteemed Elders who were guiding him somewhere.

A look of reverence and admiration filled their faces as the procession continued in full swing. Murmurs danced across the ears of the several Elves as they leaked out hushed whispers about the man who walked before them.

They knew who he was—and where he was going.

Rey Skylar was no mere human, so none of them shot him a look of contempt. The first time they laid eyes on him, they had made that fatal mistake.

But no more.

Their eyes were now open, and they could see him for the amazing being that he was.

'This went easier than I expected…' Rey, being the center of all this attention, thought to himself as he kept his gaze forward and maintained his steady steps.

'Controlling the Esteemed Elders is one thing, but everyone else? Do I really smell that good to these people?'

Earlier that day, an announcement had been made to the Elves about Rey's status, and by spreading his scent to the Elves, he was able to display his authority over them. 'They all practically worship me at this point.' He laughed to himself, noticing the looks of admiration he received from all angles.

While he still felt somewhat guilty for using such a method, he didn't think much of it. He was very desperate, and he would do whatever it took to achieve his goals.

'I'll just try to get things over with as soon as I can.'