From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties!-Chapter 246: Orgy Preparations? [FIXED!]

Byung blinked hard, the world still spinning from the teleport. One second he was standing in the torn-up earth near the tunnels, dust choking the air, Seraphel’s lightning crackling behind him. The next second he was here—right in the middle of the settlement square.

The familiar smell hit him first: wood smoke from the cooking fires, fresh-cut grass from the training fields, the faint metallic tang of goblin-forged iron. The low wooden buildings with their slanted roofs, the wide dirt paths worn smooth by hundreds of feet, the small market stalls still open even though the sun was low. Everything looked the same, yet somehow brighter, warmer, more real than he remembered.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed this place until right now. His chest tightened with something that felt dangerously close to homesickness. He had been gone, trapped in tunnels, fighting shadows, facing things that should not exist, and he hadn’t let himself think about coming back. But standing here, surrounded by the quiet buzz of daily life suddenly frozen in shock, relief washed over him so hard his knees almost buckled.

Everyone was staring. Goblins and orcs alike stood in a loose circle around him and Velara. Tools dropped from hands. The smaller goblins peeked from behind the legs of the orcs.

Faces showed confusion, then recognition, then wide-eyed joy mixed with worry because they had no idea what was going on.

Byung looked down. Velara lay crumpled on the ground beside him, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Her dark skin looked paler than usual, blonde hair tangled with dirt. She had grabbed him and pulled them both here—somehow—and now she was out cold.

He dropped to one knee beside her. "Velara?" he said softly. No answer but her breathing was steady so she would be fine.

He pressed two fingers to the side of her neck. Her pulse was steady, strong, even if slow. Not dying. Just drained. The teleport had taken everything she had but Byung wondered why she would put herself in this state for him when she could escape.

He thought she had ran away when she didn’t follow him and if she was in the prison, she must be bad, or wasn’t that the case?

Before he could say anything else, a storm of voices crashed into his head.

[[He’s back—Byung’s back—thank the ancestors—]]

[[What happened to him—looks hurt—]]

[[There’s an elf—why is there an elf here—]]

[[She’s hurt—did she attack him—]]

[[He’s bleeding—someone get water—]]

[[Is he okay—Byung—Byung—]]

Hundreds of thoughts, all at once, overlapping, loud, raw. Not spoken words—actual thoughts, clear as if everyone had shouted them straight into his skull. Pain exploded behind his eyes. His head felt like it was splitting open.

Byung clutched his temples with both hands and let out a raw, guttural scream.

The crowd jerked back as one. Gasps. A young goblin started crying, tools clattered to the dirt.

"Back! Everyone back!" Naruz’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. The tall orc woman pushed forward, her braided hair swinging, eyes wide with both relief and fear.

"Give him space—now!" She commanded.

People obeyed instantly. Goblins and orcs shuffled backward, creating a wider circle. Naruz knelt beside Byung, one hand hovering near his shoulder but not touching. She looked at Velara, then back at him. Fear gripped her face when her gaze landed on the unconscious dark elf.

"Byung," she whispered. "What... what is that? An elf? Here?"

Everyone else was thinking the same thing. Byung could still hear the whispers in his head, quieter now but still there.

[[Elf—never seen one up close—dangerous—]]

[[Why would she bring him here—]]

[[Is she a prisoner—]]

[[She looks dead—]]

Byung forced himself to breathe slow. He focused—hard—pushing the voices away like shoving a door closed. Bit by bit, the noise dimmed until it was only a faint murmur at the edge of his mind. Manageable. Barely.

"I’m... I’m fine," he rasped, lowering his hands. "It’s just... too many thoughts at once. I can handle it now."

Naruz exhaled shakily. "You scared us. We heard you were missing—then nothing. And now you just... appear. With her." Naruz ignored the part where he said too many thoughts.

Before Byung could answer, a smaller shape barreled through the crowd as the crowd parted to give way for him. |It was Murkfang.

The small goblin didn’t slow. He dropped to his knees in front of Byung and wrapped both arms around him in a crushing hug. Byung was taller and stronger than him so his crushing embrace wasn’t so crushing.

"You’re alive," Murkfang rumbled into Byung’s shoulder. His voice cracked. "I thought... I thought you fell. I thought you were dead. Gone."

Byung patted the goblin’s back awkwardly. "I’m here. I’m okay."

Murkfang pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes wet. "Don’t do that again. Ever."

A ripple went through the crowd. One by one, goblins and orcs dropped to one knee. Heads bowed. Hands on hearts or hilts. Even the youngest ones followed, small fists pressed to chests.

Byung stared. He was their king, the one who would lead them in the war to come.

He wasn’t just Byung, the strange goblin who talked too much and fought too hard to survive another day in this world. Right now, to them, he was more than a King. He was the reason for their very existence. Proof that their lives had more meaning than what they had grown accustomed to.

An orc healer hurried forward with a stretcher. She glanced nervously at Velara because while having not met them before, they knew how dangerous elves were.

"Exhaustion," Byung said quickly. "She used too much magic getting us here. She just needs rest. Be gentle."

They nodded and carefully lifted her. As they carried her toward the healer’s longhouse, Byung watched until she disappeared inside.

But everyone heard she had access to magic, they couldn’t believe magic was real and hearing it from his lips confirmed what was once considered a myth.

He turned back to the crowd. "Thank you," he said, voice rough. "For waiting. For believing I would come back."

Naruz stood up slowly. "We never stopped believing."

"But... where’s everyone else? Maui and Grishka?" Byung quesitoned, he knew they would have been among the first to welcome him.

Byung’s stomach dropped. He looked around again—really looked. The square was full, but not full enough. No green eyed orc woman striding forward with her usual confidence. No towering, mute Chieftess with red eyes scanning for threats. No Shava standing stiff and guilty in the background.

"They went to confront Borg once and for all," she admitted.

"Things... escalated. There is a lot of things we need to talk about, there is something big happening. AnI know you are all confused about the elves."

Murmurs rippled again as they heard everything Byung had said.

Naruz’s jaw tightened. "An elf. Here. In our settlement."

"She didn’t come to fight us," Byung said. "Not yet. She came for me—or for whatever I brought back. But Velara saved my life before anything worse happened."

Murkfang growled low. "If more come..."

"Then we’ll face them," Byung said. "Together. Like always."

He looked at the faces around him—goblins with wide eyes, orcs with clenched fists. They were scared. They were tired. But they were his people.

And he was finally home.

Byung took a slow breath. The voices in his head were almost silent now—just a soft background hum. He could deal with that later. Right now there were bigger problems.

"Get word to everyone," he told Naruz. "Double the patrols. If Maui and the others aren’t back by nightfall, we send search parties. And someone check on Velara every hour. She saved my life today. We owe her."

Naruz nodded sharply. "Done."

Byung looked toward the infirmatory one last time, then at the horizon where the tunnels lay hidden under torn earth. Somewhere out there, Seraphel was facing the thing in Kragg. The dwarf was still free. Kraghul was still dying slowly.

But here—right here—was something worth fighting for.

He was back but he needed to increase their numbers drastically, he needed more and from the look of things, Grigmor was proof that these goblins could evolve once they ingest his blood.

But first things first as he chuckled to himself and looked to the sky.

"I guess I am going to have to arrange an orgy," Byung thought to himself.