I Shall Cuck Everyone

345  Wedding Aftermath

"So... What do you think about my Mom?" Zamira asks, tapping her foot on the floor of the bedroom. After leaving the wedding hall, we went straight to her room since it was the designated room for us after the marriage ritual.

Old man Duke had promised to build my own private chamber for me according to the details I gave him, fufu.

Hearing Zamira's question, I shrug my shoulders slightly, taking a sip of blood from the glass cup in my hand.

"Nothing special though. My memories of her are quite vague, but her face still remains the same. I have to admit; she is hot," I answer truthfully, taking a sip again.

"Are you crazy, Jake?! For fuck sake- she's your grandma! How will you use the fucking word 'hot' to describe her?" Zamira fires at me, veins appearing on her neck.

Sigh... Here we go again.

"For fuck sake, you asked me what I think about her and I answered truthfully. Do you want me to lie to you?" I ask, tilting my head slightly, taunting Zamira while enjoying the blood sips. For some reason, the taste of the blood I am taking right now hits differently.

"SKEEESSHH!" Zamira  hisses in anger. "You are driving me nuts, Jake,' Zamira tells me, putting her hand on her face while shaking her head wearily.

"Well... You are driving yourself nuts because I don't know what I did wrong. I only voiced my opinion. Do you think I give a fuck about a narcissistic grandma that left without a fucking good reason? If she left because one of her children died, then what about the other children?"  I ask Zamira.

Hearing my words, Zamira turns her face on the floor as if in deep thoughts.

"That makes sense. I have always thought about it. She cut off ties with us and left for no good reason, claiming she left because Sid died. That sounds sketchy. She doesn't even allow us to know where she stays. Then that means..." Zamira mutters, her eyes widening in shock as she looks at me.

"Yeah, it's what you think. She's hiding something," I drop the bomb, letting out a small puff sound from my mouth.

"But why...?" Zamira asks, still confused.

"Maybe you should find out," I advise.

"Mom is too cautious. The person who left home for an unknown place without leaving any traces. All attempts to find her were futile. What we don't know is if she hid away on their planet or another planet. If it's another planet, then she must have a portable teleporter," Zamira explains.

"That makes sense. If I had time, I would have decided to find out what Grandma was hiding. Alas, I have a lot on my plate," I say with a sigh, lying down on the bed, next to Zamira.

"Jake, I want to ask just a simple question."

"Go on and ask me."

"What do you want to do now that our marriage ritual has been completed?" Zamira queries, her eyes staring at me with nothing but affection.

I glance at the ceiling- leaking out a soft sigh.

"I think you've asked me this question before," I complain.

"I did, but you didn't give a satisfied answer," Zamira insists.

"If that is the case... Then I shall answer your question. To be honest, I don't really know what the future holds. It holds a lot of possibilities. Forget the fact that I am the protoss of a race that is among many other races, I am not the best," I say, shutting my eyes.

Then I continue, "They're monstrous and powerful people out there that would make me run for my money. They're simply too powerfu-"

"The gods?" Zamira cuts in.

"The gods you say? Pfft," I let out a chuckle. "The gods are merely pawns and an association of stupid divine entities that claim to restore the balance of the universe. I have never been afraid of gods. But I am afraid of their tactics in manipulating others," I say, pausing my words for Zamira to comprehend what I am trying to tell her.

"So- you mean there are more powerful god slayers than you and most gods out there?" Zamira mutters, trying to connect the dots.

"Correct. The fear of the unknown bothers me. Even if I can somewhat escape from any threat, I fear them using my loved ones as bargaining chips. Other god slayers can be hired or paid to form a pact with the gods to bring another god slayer down, that just shows how messed up and shameless the gods are, haha," I say with a small laughter. But Zamira looks extremely worried.

"I-I always thought you were simply too powerful that's why you are always carefree. But to think that you harbor these thoughts knowing fully well that they are going to come for you," Zamira utters, clenching her fists.

"They hire god slayers to kill other gods slayers. And those god slayers they hired would be killed by them or by another group of god slayers they hired again. But you know what sets me apart from others and makes me look down on them like they are nothing?"

"No. I have no idea"

"It's because I am proud. I believe I am the very embodiment of nature, born by the wrath of the universe after a great universal war took place where countless lives were lost. I was created as the bane of every single being in the universe, but well, the gods as usual changed the whole story," I reveal, shrugging my shoulders.

"Tomorrow, I will head to Skull Valley. I have some business to take care of over there. It seems I still have the map you have me," I tell Zamira. She nods her head in agreement even though looking troubled.

"Let's go one more round, please," Zamira pleads, pulling me closer.

"You seem desperate for my dick. Perhaps, you are getting addicted to it, fufu."

"Fuck you!"

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