The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

"You bastard!"

Ronali's voice rang out like a war cry, filled with a mix of fury and fear as she watched her brother tumble through the air. She bolted towards Rony, but Luke's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back.

"Let me go, you bastard!"

She spat, thrashing against his iron grip. But it was like trying to wrestle with a tree.

Luke was the village's golden boy, pampered and trained with the best resources the tribe could offer. In terms of strength, he was leagues ahead of her.

After all, it was common knowledge that Luke was next in line to be a village elder—a position reserved for someone stronger, louder, and more obnoxious than anyone else in the tribe.

"Come on, this is a fight between men."

Luke said, smirking as he tightened his grip.

"What's a woman like you doing butting in, huh? Or wait, maybe you know something we don't. Maybe your 'brother' isn't much of a man after all. Is that it?

Do you keep his balls in your purse? Ha, ha, ha, ha!"Why would a woman want to interfere, huh? Or maybe Big Sis knows that her little brother isn't a man at all. Ha, ha, ha!

Admit it, Ronali. You've got his balls hidden somewhere, don't you?"

Luke's cronies cackled like hyenas, their laughter echoing around the courtyard, feeding Luke's ego. Each snicker and jeer made the knot in Ronali's stomach tighten.

She knew this wasn't just about winning a fight anymore. Luke was out to crush Rony's spirit, to emasculate him in front of the whole tribe, reducing him to nothing more than a joke.

And she knew Luke well enough to realize that breaking Rony's spirit wasn't just a side effect—it was the goal. If Rony crumbled, Luke would have him right where he wanted him: defenseless, defeated, and easy to control.

She couldn't even reach Rony, whose face was smeared with blood, crimson rivulets streaming from a gash above his eye.

But despite the pounding he'd taken, there was fire in his gaze, smoldering embers locked onto Luke with a murderous intensity. Everyone knew it was a hopeless look, the glare of a cornered kitten hissing at a lion.

Rony wasn't strong or influential enough to take on Luke and his powerful family. One wrong move, and he'd jeopardize not just his life but the safety of his entire family.

But Luke had gone too far, questioning his manhood, his honor. If Rony backed down now, he'd be proving Luke right, and that was a fate worse than any beating.

"Krggg…"

Rony bit down so hard he could taste the metallic tang of blood on his tongue.

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His left eye was ballooning up like a cartoon character who'd taken an anvil to the face, and the pain was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, each pulse a sledgehammer to his skull.

But pain was what made you a man. Pain was the teacher, the one who taught you just how brutal the world could be. And there was no way in hell he was letting his sister fall into the hands of a bastard like Luke.

"Rony, no…"

Ronali's voice was a mix of fear and desperation, cutting through the air like a blade.

He could hear the mocking laughter of Luke and his gang behind her, the sound echoing in his ears, fueling the fire in his gut. They were laughing at him, at his pride, his manhood.

He couldn't give up now. With every ounce of willpower he had, Rony pushed himself to his feet, swaying like a sapling in a storm.

A seven-year-old standing up after getting a full-grown man's slap? That was something.

But for Rony, standing wasn't enough. He wasn't going to stop until Luke's smug grin was wiped clean off his face.

"Your little bro needs to know his place, dear. I'll show him exactly where that is, and you're gonna watch every second."

Luke sneered, his face twisted with a sadistic grin. Ronali's heart pounded in her chest. As much as she admired her brother's courage, this wasn't the time for him to play hero. She was the older sister; it was her job to protect him.

Luke released Ronali's wrist, his fingers sliding away like a snake. He took a step toward Rony, who still glared at him, barely able to stand but defiant as ever.

Rony didn't give a damn about consequences anymore; he just wanted to kick this nasty bastard's ass.

"Luke, my dear future husband…"

Luke froze mid-step, his cocky grin spreading wider as he heard Ronali's sweet voice. His eyes sparkled with triumph. Finally! He'd been waiting for this moment for so long, and now Ronali was calling him her future husband!

This was the dream—wait, what the hell was she up to?

He turned around, eyebrows raised, and saw Ronali smiling at him like an angel.

"It's about tim—aaargggg!"

Before Luke could finish basking in his imagined victory, Ronali's leg shot up like a viper striking. Her knee connected with his family jewels with a bone-crunching thud.

Luke's scream was a symphony of pain and shock as he doubled over, his hands instinctively cupping his throbbing groin.

Ronali stood over him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you? When you mess with a tiger, you get the claws."

Ronali couldn't help but grin as Luke hit the ground, clutching his jewels and howling like a banshee. No way in hell was she going to let this scumbag hurt her little brother. Not while she was breathing.

Laughter and gasps rippled through the crowd like an electric current.

The onlookers tried to stifle their chuckles, knowing full well the deranged young man could ruin their lives for sport if he felt like it.

"You... you bitch!"

Luke spat, face twisted in pain and fury. His cronies rushed to his side, yanking him to his feet like the pathetic puppets they were.

Ignoring them, Ronali darted over to her brother, whose face was a mess of bruises and blood.

Despite his beaten state, he managed a bitter smile, clearly wishing he'd been the one to deliver that satisfying kick.

"Are you okay, Rony?"

Ronali asked, her voice trembling as she knelt beside him. Her heart ached seeing him so small and vulnerable. If only she had a healing skill or potion, she could make this right.

"I'm fine, oneechan," Rony mumbled, wincing. "You shouldn't have done that, though. Luke's really pissed now."

Ronali's face hardened.

"How much longer can we keep living like this? It's only a matter of time before he decides it's time for marriage, and then... we're done for. We have to do something, Rony."

Fear flickered in her eyes. Luke was powerful, with money to burn and a whole village willing to back him up.

Standing against him was like a mouse trying to fight a lion—suicidal, really. But what choice did they have? She couldn't just let him ruin their lives.

"If only he was here..."

Rony muttered under his breath, his eyes darting nervously to Luke, who was now hopping up and down like a deranged kangaroo, trying to soothe his aching family jewels.

Luke's face was a mask of rage, his curses low and venomous as he glared daggers at Ronali and Rony. The storm was about to hit, and it wasn't going to be pretty.

"He?" Ronali scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You mean that pervert? What's he gonna do, huh? Run his mouth until Luke begs for mercy?

You think he's stronger than your oneechan, huh?"

She grinned and flexed her arm, showcasing the least intimidating bicep in history. She knew it wouldn't scare anyone, but it was enough to coax a small, nervous smile from Rony.

She knew what was coming. She'd be dragged to the Elder Hall, the same place where her father had been mocked and humiliated. Then the Elders would sit in judgment, and her parents would have to beg for mercy, grovel on their knees.

And as compensation, Luke would demand her hand in marriage, and her father, with no other choice, would have to agree. The script was already written, and they were all just actors in a cruel play.

"Oneechan, he's strong. Really strong."

"Yeah, strong for a pervert, that is."

Ronali chuckled, ruffling his hair.

"Listen, you need to run. I'll handle this."

"No, oneechan—"

Rony started, but Ronali cut him off with a firm shove, sending him stumbling back.

"Run, Rony!"

She shouted, her voice urgent.

But before Rony could take a single step, Luke and his cronies closed in, forming a tight circle around them like wolves cornering their prey.

"No, no, no, honey. He's not running away now."

Luke sneered, a smug grin stretching across his face.

"He's going to learn what it means to be in a position of power. He'll understand what it's like to wield it."

He gripped Ronali's hands tighter, his fingers digging into her skin. Roni tried to pull the bastard away, muscles straining with effort, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

"Let her go."

Roni snarled, eyes burning holes through the young man's skull.

Luke just chuckled.

"Look at your sister, boy. She's accepted her fate. She knows what's coming, what's unavoidable. You should give up, too.

She'll answer to the elders for her crime soon enough."

'So it really is as I though.'

Ronali fumed, catching Luke's words. Marriage—she'd known this day was coming, but she hadn't accounted for one unpredictable variable, one wild card who was about to make his presence known and remind everyone why he was the top contender.

"Come on, tea time's over. Let's go discuss adult matters."

Luke said, turning back as he began to walk.

But before he could take even a single step, something unexpected happened—something that made the entire crowd forget their fear and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Something so humiliating that Luke wished the ground would swallow him whole.