Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 155: Justice? Heh, I Just Want Blood On My Hands

The elves shook their heads in confusion.

They were expecting him to deny their request and impose guns on them like some sort of military tyrant. Or atleast argue back.

But instead, he was acting as if he had no intention of even giving them a single gun in the first place which baffled.

Luca their strange gazes and continued, his voice carrying the very same confusion they had.

"No seriously. When did I ever say I was going to teach you to fire guns so you could go to war?"

"When did I ever say I’d lead you to invade the human continent using my portals?"

He spread his hands, gesturing vaguely.

"When did I say ANY of that?"

Silence.

Complete, absolute silence.

Elves looked at each other, mouths opening and closing as they searched their memories.

He hadn’t. He really hadn’t.

Luca had shown them the gun’s power.

He’d warned them about human advancement.

He’d urged them to change, to grow, to stop being passive.

But at no point had he actually said, "Here, take these guns and go kill humans."

And unable to hold back anymore, Luca exploded.

"What the hell you guys?! I never said that I was going to lend you any guns! But you all just—"

He sputtered, genuinely frustrated now.

"—you just made up an entire scenario in your heads!"

"And not just any basic scene...But war! Massacre! Genocide!"

He shook his head in utter disbelief before continuing to say in exasperation,

"And now you’re all standing here having deep philosophical debates about guns and chaos and destruction, acting like I was about to arm you to the teeth and send you on a crusade!"

"So, seriously? What the hell is going on here?!"

And in response, no one said anything and instead avoided his gaze with sheepish looks on their faces.

"That..."

"Well, um..."

"I just thought..."

Seeing that no one could speak more then a few words, he simply sighed while rubbing his eyes until finally looking back at them with a tired gaze.

"Let me be absolutely clear with all of you: I never had any intention of giving you guns. Not now, not ever."

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Nyx’s mouth dropped open.

"Wait—you weren’t?"

"Of course not!"

Luca glared at her—who was the reason this mess started and then turned to look Leona, whose expression had shifted to surprise as he said,

"Everything Leona said? About guns destabilizing the world, about humans replicating them, about the chaos they’d cause? Well let me tell you that..."

"...she was exactly right."

Gasps went around.

"That’s why I brought this gun." Luca continued. "To show you what you’re up against. To make you understand that the humans are on a path that could lead to weapons like this."

"To scare you into realizing you need to change, to grow, to stop being passive."

"But actually giving you guns? Introducing them to this world?"

He shook his head firmly with a mocking look on his face.

"That would cause exactly the kind of chaos Leona described. Maybe worse. This world isn’t ready for weapons like this. It might not be ready for centuries."

"And honestly?"

He glanced up, almost unconsciously, as if looking at something none of them could see.

"I don’t even think I could if I wanted to. The Goddess who brought me here? She wouldn’t be happy about me spreading weapons of mass destruction across her world."

"Compound bows? Recurve bows? Those are fine." He scoffed like it was no big deal. "They’ve existed here before in various forms. But guns?"

He shook his head.

"That would completely destabilize the balance of this world. The heavens would not approve. Or rather I’m trying not to anger her at the moment."

He chuckled before turning back to them, crossing his arms.

"The only reason I brought guns at all was to show you what the future could hold. And also—"

He shot a pointed look at Luna.

"—because someone here really wanted to see what guns looked like."

Luna’s face went red. "I—that’s—I was just curious!"

Luca snorted. "Curious. Right."

He looked back at the crowd, his expression shifting to something between exasperation and amusement.

"So no. No guns. No invasions. No massacres. No genocides. None of that was ever on the table. You all just..." He waved vaguely. "...ran with it. Got a little too creative with your imaginations."

"Especially you, Nyx..."

His gaze landed on Nyx, sharpening.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Every time I looked at you, you were off in your own little world, thinking about blood and guts and murder!"

Nyx’s response was a slow, unrepentant smile.

"You can’t blame me, Hero." She shrugged elegantly. "You show someone like me such a beautiful weapon—something capable of so much glorious destruction and then tell me not to use it?"

"Of course my mind went to war. It’s only natural."

Luca stared at her in dismay as he asked,

"So you weren’t thinking about justice or revenge or protecting the village?"

Nyx tilted her head, smile widening.

"Oh, I thought about those too. But mostly?"

Her eyes gleamed.

"Mostly I just really, really want to shoot some people and watch some blood spill."

The elves collectively groaned.

Hands slapped against foreheads.

Eyes rolled skyward.

Several elves muttered under their breath about being led astray by a bloodthirsty maniac.

"We almost started planning an invasion..." One elf muttered. "...because Nyx wanted to kill people for fun?"

"I can’t believe I was actually considering it." Another whispered, shaking her head.

"She’s supposed to be our leader! Our role model!"

"What is wrong with her?"

Nyx, utterly unbothered by the criticism, simply continued smiling.

If anything, she seemed rather pleased with herself.

Even Leona—still recovering from her embarrassment about begging Luca not to do something he never planned to do—couldn’t help but shake her head at her sister.

But that was when Leona noticed that Luca was looking at her with something like respect.

"And for what it’s worth, Leona..." He said with a approving gaze. "...your concerns were valid."

"Your reasoning was sound. If I had been planning to introduce guns, your arguments would have changed my mind."

Leona blinked, caught off guard by the praise.

"You’re a good leader, Leona." Luca smiled. "Even if you don’t think you are anymore."

Something flickered in Leona’s eyes—surprise, gratitude, and a hint of deep fluster and heat.

But before she could respond, Nyx’s voice cut through again.

"So...if we can’t have guns, can we at least keep the cool camouflage compound bows?"

Luca laughed despite himself. "Yes, Nyx. You can keep the cool camouflage compound bows."

Nyx smirked triumphantly.

And somewhere in the crowd, Fefe tugged on her mother’s sleeve and asked,

"Mama, why does Big Sis Nyx want to kill people? Isn’t killing bad?"

Her mother sighed deeply.

"Yes, sweetheart. Killing is bad. Your Auntie Nyx is just...special."

Fefe nodded sagely, as if this explained everything.

Luca then looked around at the assembled elves, taking in their expressions—

—the fear, the fascination, the lingering bloodthirst in some eyes—

—and let out a reluctant chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

"You know. I was originally planning to show off a few more guns today." He admitted. "Demonstrate the full range of what humanity in my world has created. Really drive home how far technology has progressed."

"But now?" He paused, shaking his head. "I’m wondering if that’s such a good idea."

"I mean, it’s pretty obvious that some of you are...let’s say, quite bloodthirsty. In just a few words from Nyx, half the village was ready to march on the human continent and start a war."

He said in a sarcastic tone which made everyone embarrassed since they knew there was no lie in what he said.

"If I show you more weapons..." He continued. "...I’m pretty sure you’d ambush me, steal them, and go start that war on your own."

"So, that’s why I think I’m going to end to today and just stick with teaching you how to shoot a bow."

Groans of protest erupted immediately.

"No! No, Hero, that’s not true!"

"We’re not bloodthirsty! We’re just...curious!"

"You can’t do that! You can’t tease us like this!"

Another elf stepped forward, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"I mean, yes, the guns are scary, but they’re also...kind of cool?" She looked embarrassed admitting it. "I want to see more. Please?"

"Yeah, me too!"

Luna raised her hand eagerly.

"I want to see more things from your world, Luca! Not just guns—everything! The technology, the cities, the...the everything!"

"Me too!" Lulu bounced on her heels, hand shooting up. "I want to see more guns! I want to shoot one if I can!"

Luna immediately whirled on her sister.

"Absolutely not. There is no way anyone is letting you near a gun. Ever."

Lulu pouted. "That’s not fair!"

But it was Nyx who made the most decisive move.

She glided forward, closing the distance between herself and Luca with the fluid grace of a predator.

Before he could react, she pressed herself against him—her body soft and warm, her breasts pushing firmly against his arm.

Her eyes, half-lidded and sultry, gazed up at him with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"Come on, Hero." She purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Please don’t do this to me."

She traced a finger slowly down his chest.

"You already edged me by showing that beautiful gun and then telling me I can’t use it. And now you’re saying you have more guns you want to show, but you won’t?"

She pouted, lower lip jutting out in a perfect imitation of innocence undercut by sheer seduction.

"That’s just cruel."

Her lips then brushed against his ear as she tip-toed and whispered

"And if you show off those guns...I’ll take care of your own ’gun ’tonight. Give it a really good time. Let you shoot it all out."

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her gaze smoldering.

"So please, Hero. Show us those beautiful weapons."

Luca swallowed hard.

His brain, which had been functioning perfectly well moments ago, seemed to have stopped.

A very distinct, very insistent part of him was already agreeing to anything Nyx wanted.

He coughed, clearing his throat, and somehow managed to form words.

"Well...I mean...since everyone wants to see them so badly..."

He glanced at the eager faces, at Nyx’s smirk, at Luna and Lulu bouncing with excitement.

"And since it’s for educational purposes...I suppose I could show a few more."

The elves cheered—

"Let’s goo!"

"We get to see more demon weapons?"

"I wonder how the others look like!"

—completely oblivious to the real reason Luca had changed his mind.

Nyx herself smiled like a cat who’d caught a very large canary.

"Alright, alright." Luca straightened up, regaining his composure. "Everyone get back behind me."

"Let me show you what my world is really capable of."

The elves scrambled into position behind him, excited whispers rippling through the crowd.

Even Leona moved to join them, telling herself she was only there to supervise, not because she was genuinely curious about the guns.

Nyx, of course, positioned herself front and center, her earlier promise hanging in the air like smoke.

Luca picked up the rifle he’d used before—the Tommy gun—and held it up for everyone to see.

"This is an automatic rifle." He announced. "Specifically, an older model from the early to mid twentieth century in my world. I won’t go into all the technical details—some information is better kept to myself—but I’ll show you what it can do."

He pointed at the trigger.

"When I pull this—the trigger—it releases something called a bullet. Think of it like a tiny, incredibly fast arrow. But unlike a bow, which fires one arrow at a time, this gun fires them in bursts."

He turned toward a nearby tree—a thick, sturdy tree that had stood for decades.

"Watch."

The elves, remembering the previous demonstration, immediately clamped their hands over their ears.

Those in the trees did the same, peeking through their fingers with wide eyes.

And under the excited gazes—Luca pulled the trigger.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!

The sound was slightly different from before—a deeper, more aggressive roar. But the destruction was even more impressive.

The tree didn’t just get hit.

It got eaten.

Chunks of bark and wood sprayed into the air as bullets tore through the trunk.

The tree shuddered and shook, holes appearing in rapid succession, each shot digging deeper, tearing more away.

Within seconds, what had been a solid oak was now a shredded, splintered mess.

Luca released the trigger.

Smoke curled from the barrel.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air.

And the tree—the poor, unfortunate tree looked like it had been attacked by a swarm of angry beavers on stimulants.

The elves stared, wide-eyed.

"That’s...That’s incredible." Someone whispered.

"And terrifying."

"The sound alone—it’s like a dragon breathing fire!"

"Multiple arrows firing in seconds...no wonder Leona said guns shouldn’t exist."

One elf admitted.

"She was right. She’s truly still our Matriarch at heart, always looking out for us."

Leona, standing at the edge of the group, heard the words.

A flush crept up her cheeks, and despite herself, she felt a warm glow of pride.

They were listening. They understood. They were calling her Matriarch again, even if indirectly.

She quickly masked it with her usual cold expression, but not before Nyx noticed and shot her a knowing smirk.

Luca turned back to the crowd, gesturing at the fallen tree.

"This is what that rifle can do. And here’s the thing—this model is considered primitive by my world’s standards. An antique. A relic."

He let that sink in.

"The guns used in modern wars are even more dangerous. They fire faster, shoot farther, are more accurate, and are lighter to carry."

Gasps of shock.

"There are worse ones?!"

"How can anything be worse than that?!"

"That tree didn’t stand a chance!"

Luca grinned at their expressions.

"You think that’s scary? Let me show you another gun that’s scary in a completely different way."

He placed the Tommy gun on a nearby flat surface, then reached into his portal.

When his hand emerged, it held something that made the elves lean forward in confusion.

It was small. Much smaller than the rifle. In fact, it looked almost like a toy—a miniature version of the guns he’d shown them.

"This..." Luca said, holding it up. "...is a pistol. A semi-automatic pistol."

The elves squinted, confused.

"That’s a gun?!"

"It’s so tiny!"

"It looks like a toy!"

"There’s no way something that small could do any damage!"

Luca smiled—the smile of someone about to prove a room full of skeptics wrong.

"You don’t believe me?" He shrugged. "Let me demonstrate."

He turned toward what remained of the wall—the scattered planks and posts that had once held their beautiful portraits.

Several sections still stood, including one with a surviving drawing—a crude but recognizable elf figure.

The elves immediately covered their ears.

Luca aimed.

Then—

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Each shot was distinct, not the continuous roar of the tommy gun, but the impact was unmistakable.

Bullets punched through the wooden planks, leaving clean, perfect holes.

And Luca was accurate.

Each shot found its mark on the surviving elf drawing.

The first hit the head.

The second, the chest.

The third, the heart.

The fourth and fifth clustered around where vital organs would be.

When the firing stopped, the drawing was riddled with holes—each one placed exactly where it would kill a living target.

"It...It did the same damage." One said in wonder and disbelief.

"Even though it’s so small!"

"It shot right through the heart!"

"That little thing could kill just as easily as the big one!"

Luca holstered the pistol—or rather, slipped it into his pocket, demonstrating its portability.

"This is the terrifying thing about guns." He said quietly. "They come in all sizes. And this one? You could hide it in your clothes. Walk through a crowd with it. No one would know."

He pulled it back out, holding it up.

"And yet it can kill just as effectively as the larger rifles. At close range? Maybe more effectively, because it’s easier to aim and maneuver."

He looked at the horrified faces.

"This is what my world has become. Weapons small enough to hide, powerful enough to kill, common enough that almost anyone can get one."

"This is the future that awaits this world if it’s not careful."

The elves stared at the pistol with new eyes—no longer dismissive, but deeply, genuinely afraid.

Nyx’s earlier bloodlust seemed to have cooled, replaced by something more thoughtful. Even she could see the implications.

Luca tucked the pistol away and turned to face them fully.

"Now..."

He said slowly, a hint of mischief creeping into his voice.

"...do you guys want to see a shotgun?"