The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 974 - 148 - Bigger Plan (2)

The ogre I had captured during the chaos in the slave market was now confined deep beneath Leonamon, in a place most people would never dare to enter. The cell was buried in the lowest level of the underground, where light barely reached and the air felt thick that it was almost suffocating. The only illumination came from the faint blue glow of the mana seals carved into the walls.

She was bound there, her massive body chained against the steel wall. The cold iron shackles clamped tightly around her wrists and ankles, each one linked to heavy chains thicker than a man’s arm. They were forged from reinforced steel, and they were strong enough to hold even the most violent of beasts. If she wanted to break free, she’d need power beyond reason. Even then, she wouldn’t be escaping that room. The entire cell was designed to hold creatures like her—ones too strong for ordinary prisons.

Doctor Natasha had been the one to confirm that her size wasn’t natural. Apparently, her massive body was the result of a skill she’d activated. Normally, ogres were big, yes, but not this colossal. Natasha had explained that this one had her ability constantly running, which amplified her size, strength, and physical power beyond normal limits. They’d tried to use a power dampener on her, but it barely made a difference. The thing overloaded within minutes. Her energy output was simply too much. To suppress her, we’d need something far stronger than what we currently had.

For now, all we could do was keep her bound and wait.

"Ho..."

A low, guttural growl echoed from the darkness. Her heavy eyelids opened, revealing golden eyes glowing faintly under the dim light.

"Husband!"

The moment she saw me, her voice boomed through the cell. She pulled violently on her restraints, chains snapping taut with a metallic clang

that echoed through the chamber. The sound made the walls tremble slightly, dust falling from the ceiling. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t move any closer.

Wait—did she just call me husband?

I blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Yeah, I definitely heard that right. But well, I guess it makes sense. I’d heard rumors how ogre women sometimes chose their husband through combat, surrendering themselves to the one who defeated them. To them, strength was everything. Maybe that’s why she was acting this way.

"W-What is this? Why can’t I... move?" she growled, muscles flexing as she tried to break free. The veins on her arms bulged, her chains rattling violently, but those restraints weren’t ordinary. No matter how much she struggled, they wouldn’t budge.

"Calm down," I said, stepping forward slowly. "I was the one who put you there."

Her glowing eyes narrowed. "Why... did husband put me in here?"

"Because right now, you’re dangerous," I told her, my tone calm but firm. "Until we can make sure you won’t hurt anyone—or me—you’ll stay locked up. But don’t worry. Once things have settled, I’ll release you. And when that happens, we can finally be together. Then, we can make as many children as you like."

Her expression softened slightly, though confusion still lingered in her gaze. Honestly, the idea of having sex with someone her size was absurd. If Natasha was right and her massive form came from her active ability, then maybe—maybe—she could revert to normal size. If that was true, then... who knew? Maybe it was possible. I hadn’t exactly planned on fucking an ogre, but fate had a funny way of throwing curveballs.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, meeting her gaze. "Can you turn off your ability? Deactivate it, if only for a moment."

If she was reasonable enough to listen, maybe I could convince her to shrink down without the need for force.

"But it is said," she replied in a soft, almost hesitant tone, "that an ogre is beautiful when she is big, strong, and powerful. Don’t you like this form?"

Her words carried genuine curiosity, not arrogance. For ogres, strength was beauty. I supposed their idea of what was attractive was entirely different from humans.

"I do like how you look," I said honestly, "but I think we’d match better if we were around the same size, don’t you think? Besides," I added, "I could use your help with something important. Would you help me?"

"Help you?" she asked, tilting her head slightly, her eyes softening. "If husband wishes it, then I will do anything. Even if it means giving you as many children as you want."

She said it with such seriousness it almost caught me off guard. "I am confident I will bear strong children. Since both of us are strong, it is only natural our children will be even stronger."

There was a glimmer of pride in her voice—an almost instinctive drive to breed strength into the next generation. I glanced at her status again, my eyes narrowing slightly. Her skill, Feral, just as Natasha said, seemed to unleash her beast side—enhancing strength, size, and power. It was impressive. Dangerous, but impressive. A skill like that could come in handy in the future.

"Well then," I said, stepping closer to her cage, my voice low, "if you really want to help me, there’s something you can do right now. If you deactivate your skill and return to your normal size, the chains won’t be able to hold you. They’re too large to stay on once you shrink down. Then, you can come to me."

Her gaze flickered with hesitation. For a moment, she stayed still, as if weighing whether she should trust me. But then, slowly, her enormous frame began to shift.

Her body started to shrink—the sound of chains loosening echoed through the chamber. The tension in the air thickened as her muscles slimmed down, her monstrous physique softening into a more defined, feminine form. Her limbs grew slender, her posture shifting from that of a beast to that of a woman. The heavy chains slipped off her wrists and clattered onto the floor.

"If husband wishes it... then I will," she murmured.

When she finally stepped into the dim light, I froze for a moment.

She was... beautiful. Shockingly beautiful. Her green skin glistened faintly under the soft glow, her curves pronounced and inviting. Her breasts were large, full, and firm, rising and falling with each breath. Her hips were wide and perfectly shaped, her body exuding raw, sensual power. Her face was no longer savage or monstrous—it was soft, almost delicate, with long dark hair cascading past her shoulders. Even her golden eyes had lost their ferocity, now glowing gently with warmth and shy affection.

"...How is it, Husband?" she asked in a small, hesitant voice. "Do you like my appearance?"