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

Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...

As the monsters approached the qilin's energy wall, many began swelling painfully upon contact, mirroring the orcs' earlier transformation. Shouting warnings to the racial alliance reinforcements, the protagonist watched as more beasts charged forward, ensnared and distorting within the barrier, unable to escape. Sensing a resonant link with the qilin that amplified their shared power—hinting at a common source with his divine energy—he ordered an increase in intensity, triggering explosions that obliterated clusters of the foes and cleared space amid the onslaught. Though the surviving monsters pressed on relentlessly, he pondered the energy's evolutionary effects on them, tied to a mysterious god, before refocusing on the defense.

Under the qilin's watchful handling, the monsters' numbers dwindled rapidly in no time at all.

Even as fresh waves of reinforcements poured in for the monsters, they found themselves utterly helpless against the tide.

Monster minds operated on such basic instincts, making deception straightforward. That's precisely why they mindlessly hurled themselves against the energy barrier erected by the qilin.

They displayed no hint of alternative strategies, simply barreling forward toward their desired prize.

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

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

Grasping the ongoing events proved challenging for them.

After all, this spectacle lay far outside their prior experiences.

Observing these monsters exploding in such bizarre fashion felt utterly peculiar.

Moreover, without identifying the force responsible for detonating the monsters, they remained unsure of their next move. A desire to assist tugged at them, yet caution held them back from any risky interference.

Thus, they could only stand there in stunned silence, witnessing the monsters rush headlong to their doom.

Words failed to capture the sheer oddity of the sight before them.

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

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

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

Its immense power notwithstanding, sustaining this effort clearly exhausted it, and it couldn't maintain the pace indefinitely. This made perfect sense, given the qilin's recent birth.

With proper growth time, I held no doubts about its ability to eradicate every last monster here.

Yet in its current nascent state, handling them solo seemed beyond its reach.

The qilin picked up on the resolve in my tone, leaving it with little option but to withdraw.

The monsters had twisted and deformed to degrees where most barely retained their former prowess. Debased to such extremes, summoning even a fraction of their original might would count as a wonder.

For the racial alliance's arriving troops, dispatching these wretched beasts posed no real challenge.

Consequently, they wasted no time diving into the fray against the monsters.

I paid the battle no further mind, confident in their capability to wrap it up. My focus shifted entirely to the qilin standing nearby.

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

The qilin offered zero resistance, nestling easily into my embrace. Its compliant manner suggested it had anticipated this gesture from me.

It mirrored the behavior of a young child reuniting with a guardian.

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

No, that failed to explain the qilin's attachment to me.

The true source lay in the profound innate link I still sensed pulsing between us.

Words escaped me to fully articulate it, yet I perceived the full spectrum of emotions emanating from the qilin.

After a brief pause, I inquired, "What are you?"

"I’m a god’s messenger."

This reply threw me for a loop, as it diverged sharply from what I'd anticipated.

Reflecting on it, though, the claim rang true. The qilin hailed from beyond this realm, and in my previous existence, qilins ranked among mythical creatures.

This world's legendary beasts all served as envoys of the divine, so labeling this qilin similarly carried no surprise.

Assuming its role as a god's messenger, especially wielding that divine energy...

Only one deity seemed a fitting origin for such a qilin.

Did this imply the qilin had been destined to cross my path, courtesy of the very god who forged this world?

The deeper my contemplation ran, the more it appeared our meeting formed part of an intricate design. It felt like I moved as a mere pawn across the vast hand of the God of Creation...

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

The qilin's statement yanked me abruptly from my reverie, twisting my expression into one of bewilderment. After all, moments ago it had declared itself a god's messenger, and now it denied ties to any deity.

This contradiction baffled me completely...

"I am your messenger."

Shock and deeper confusion gripped me upon hearing those words.

A bewildered expression settled on my features as I stared at the qilin, which returned my gaze with serene composure, devoid of emotional turbulence. Our bond confirmed this for me.

Yet the qilin's unflappable demeanor only amplified my bewilderment.

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

Or more accurately, it wielded a primal form preceding divine energy.

That odd intermediary realm between mana and divine power had struck me as peculiar from the start.

But how could it claim the title of god's messenger while binding itself to me?

I wasn’t a god.