Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village-Chapter 156: I’m Willing To Trade My Virginity For This Gun!

Chapter 156: I’m Willing To Trade My Virginity For This Gun!

Hearing that he wanted to show them another gun, the elves exchanged uncertain glances.

They were excited a moment ago, curious about the weapons, eager to see more of what Luca’s world had created.

But after witnessing the devastating power of the the pistol—after seeing how such a small thing could tear through wood—they didn’t know how to feel anymore.

Excitement warred with fear.

Curiosity battled with dread.

Luca, seemingly oblivious to their internal conflict, stepped toward one of the remaining unopened cases.

This one was different from the others—sturdier, with reinforced corners and a complex locking mechanism.

He knelt beside it, muttering under his breath as he worked the locks.

"At least one of these idiots remembered to set a password..."

Click.

The case sprang open.

Luca reached inside and lifted out a weapon unlike anything they’d seen before.

It wasn’t as large as the Tommy gun, but it had a certain presence—a sleek, narrow body with a long cylindrical barrel and a wooden stock.

It looked almost elegant in its simplicity.

He held it up for everyone to see.

"This is a shotgun. Specifically, a seismic charge shotgun."

The elves leaned forward, curious despite themselves.

"A seismic shotgun?" Luna repeated. "What does that do?"

Luca’s expression grew serious—too serious. He pointed the weapon at the ground.

"You see, this gun doesn’t fire normal bullets. It fires specialized seismic fragments."

He spoke slowly, as if explaining something terribly important.

"When these fragments hit the earth, they combine with the soil and actually begin to resonate with the planet’s natural frequencies."

He paused for effect.

"The moment they do—"

He gestured broadly.

"—they create earthquakes."

Gasps of horror rippled through the crowd.

"An earthquake?!"

"That’s impossible!"

"The ground would shake! Everything would collapse!"

"Exactly." Luca nodded gravely. "The earth would tremble. Trees would fall. Cracks would open in the ground, swallowing everything above. Buildings would crumble."

"The entire forest would be devastated in seconds."

He hoisted the shotgun onto his shoulder, looking around at their terrified faces.

"So." He said casually. "Do you want to see a demonstration?"

The reaction was immediate and unanimous.

"NO!"

"PLEASE NO!"

"Anything but that!"

"Throw that gun away! Throw it into the sun!"

"That’s even more dangerous than anything you’ve shown us!"

"Such a weapon shouldn’t exist in any world!"

Even Nyx, bloodthirsty Nyx who had been ready to march on the human continent moments ago, took a step back.

Her eyes were hesitant, her usual smirk completely absent.

"That’s...That’s too much, Hero." She murmured. "Even I don’t want to see that."

Luca looked at their panicked faces—at the mothers clutching their children, at the warriors pressing back against the trees, at the little ones hiding behind anyone they could find.

And then he burst out laughing.

"Hahahahaha!"

He doubled over, slapping his knee, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, your FACES!" He wheezed, struggling to catch his breath. "Priceless! Absolutely priceless!"

The elves stared at him, confusion replacing terror.

Luca straightened up, wiping his eyes, still chuckling.

"I’m joking you lot! There’s no such thing as a seismic shotgun!"

He shook his head, grinning.

"Even with all humanity’s advancements in my world, we haven’t figured out how to create earthquakes with a handheld weapon."

"That’s ridiculous!"

Relief flooded through the crowd like a wave—but so did a different emotion. Exasperation. Mild anger at being tricked.

But mostly relief. Overwhelming, bone-melting relief.

"You...you joked about that?!"

"Hero, that’s not funny!"

"I almost had a heart attack!"

"My poor heart can’t take this!"

Even Leona, usually so composed, let out a long breath and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Luca grinned unrepentantly. "Hey, I had to lighten the mood somehow. You all looked so serious!"

Luna, recovering from her terror, stepped forward with her arms crossed.

"Okay, fine, you had your joke. Now actually tell us—what does a shotgun do? And how is it different from the other guns besides the way it looks?"

Luca’s grin widened.

"An excellent question. I’ll show you."

He carried the shotgun over to where remnants of the wall still stood. Several sections remained upright, including one that had somehow survived the previous demonstrations relatively intact.

It was the section with Luna’s portrait.

The drawing was slightly damaged—a few bullet holes from the Tommy gun demonstration had clipped the edges—but overall, Luna’s likeness was still clearly visible.

There she was, captured in chalk and paint, smiling out at the world.

"You see this, Luna?" Luca pointed at it. "Your portrait. Still standing."

Luna nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.

It was nice that her drawing had survived when so many others hadn’t.

But that thought didn’t last long as Luca said,

"Well, watch what a pistol bullet does to it."

He drew the pistol, aimed at the portrait’s forehead, and fired.

BANG!

A neat, circular hole appeared right between the drawing’s eyes.

Luna jumped, then glared at him.

"Hey! Why did you shoot me?! There was no need to shoot me specifically in the head!"

Luca shrugged apologetically.

"Sorry, but most of the other portraits are destroyed. Yours is one of the few still standing. I had no choice."

Luna touched her own forehead unconsciously, shuddering at the thought of what that hole would mean on a real person.

"See that?"

Luca meanwhile pointed at the hole.

"That’s what a typical pistol bullet does. Small entry wound. Clean. Precise. If it hits something vital—brain, heart, spine—it kills. But the damage is contained."

He then explained briefly about caliber, about how larger bullets would create bigger holes, about how different guns caused different kinds of damage.

Luna listened, but kept touching her forehead nervously.

Then Luca stepped back several paces, switching the shotgun in his hands.

"Now. Watch what a shotgun does."

He raised the shotgun, aiming it directly at Luna’s portrait again.

The elves tensed. Some covered their ears. Others leaned forward, curious despite themselves.

What would happen?

Would the hole be bigger? Smaller?

Would it be different somehow?

And just then—Luca pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

The sound was unlike anything they’d heard before—deeper, more resonant than the pistol or even the Tommy gun.

A shockwave rippled through the air, and several elves stumbled backward from the sheer pressure of it.

When they blinked and opened their eyes, they gasped.

Luna’s portrait—specifically, Luna’s head—was gone.

Completely. Utterly. Obliterated.

Where a face had been moments ago, there was now just...nothing.

A ragged hole where wood and paint had simply ceased to exist.

"What...What happened?!"

"It just...disappeared!"

"Where did it go?!"

Luca, seeing their confusion, aimed the shotgun lower.

BOOM!

The upper chest of Luna’s portrait dissolved into splinters.

BOOM!

The lower abdomen vanished.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two more shots, and the legs scattered into fragments.

In seconds, the entire portrait—the drawing that had survived pistol rounds and rifle bursts—was completely destroyed.

Not just damaged. Not just punctured.

It was erased.

The elves stared in horrified fascination.

"It didn’t just make one hole..."

"It made hundreds of holes!"

"I saw it—the shot scattered! It spread out!"

"One bullet turned into so many pieces!"

"That’s terrifying!"

"It didn’t just hit one spot—it covered the whole area!"

Luna stood frozen, her hand still pressed to her forehead, her face pale as moonlight.

"That could have been me." She whispered. "If I was standing there...if that was really me..."

She shuddered violently.

Lulu wrapped an arm around her sister’s shoulders, pulling her close.

"Hey, hey, it’s okay. It wasn’t you. It was just a drawing. Just wood and paint."

But even Lulu’s voice was shaky.

Luca set the shotgun down and turned to face them.

His expression was serious now—the joking attitude from earlier completely gone.

"That..." He said quietly. "...is what a shotgun does."

"Instead of firing one bullet, it fires a shell filled with multiple pellets—dozens of them. They spread out as they travel, covering a wider area. At close range, it doesn’t just wound. It obliterates."

He gestured at the scattered remains of Luna’s portrait.

"This is why shotguns are devastating in close quarters. It’s why they’re used for hunting birds—because the spread makes it easier to hit moving targets."

"And this is why, in the wrong hands, they’re absolutely horrific."

Everyone nodded gravely, their faces etched with the horror of imagination.

They could picture it all too clearly—the spray of pellets, the devastating impact, bodies torn apart in ways that arrows could never achieve.

The shotgun was more violent, more brutal than any weapon they had seen yet.

But of course, one person in the crowd was not scared.

Not even a little.

Nyx’s eyes were gleaming with an almost manic excitement, her breathing slightly faster, her entire body language screaming something between hunger and ecstasy.

To her, the shotgun wasn’t a weapon of horror—it was a thing of beauty.

A tool of exquisite destruction.

She licked her lips slowly, almost sensually, before speaking in a hushed, breathy voice.

"Hero..." Her tone was reverent. "So if that gun were to be shot at someone...they wouldn’t just be killed by a single bullet piercing through them like an arrow. Instead..."

She paused, savoring the thought.

"It would be like an entire bomb went off inside their body. They would explode into pieces. Many, many bloody pieces. Everywhere."

Her eyes grew distant, imagining the scene.

"And the blood would spray out—gush out—splattering everything behind them. Painting the ground red. Decorating the trees."

Every parent in the vicinity immediately clamped their hands over their children’s ears.

Others shook their heads vigorously, trying to banish the images her words conjured.

Luca gave an awkward smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I mean...yes, that’s...that’s probably what would happen."

The confirmation was all Nyx needed.

She raced toward Luca, closing the distance in a blur of motion. Her eyes were wild with desire, her hands reaching for the shotgun like a lover reaching for their beloved.

"Hero! Please! You have to give this gun to me!"

The crowd gasped.

Nyx continued, her words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

"I don’t care about the compound bows! I don’t care about the recurve bows! Give those to someone else—anyone else! But this—"

She grasped at the shotgun, her fingers almost touching its stock.

"This gun—you have to give it to me!"

But Luca was not having any of it and instead lifted the shotgun out of her reach, raising an eyebrow.

"You realize you’re literally the last person in this entire village I would give this to, right?"

Nyx’s expression faltered.

"I mean, I’d much rather give it to Luna or Lulu than you."

Both sisters, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, immediately shouted in unison.

"HEY!"

But Nyx was undeterred. She pressed herself against Luca, her eyes going liquid with pleading.

"Please, Hero, pleeeease. I want it so much. It would go perfectly in my torture she—"

She caught herself, almost slipping.

"—I mean my normal shed. I really, really need it for..shed purposes."

"And if you give it to me..."

She decided to go all out and pressed even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered,

"...I’ll let you take my virginity tonight."

Luca’s eyes widened.

"I know I’ve been holding back." Nyx continued, her voice a sultry whisper. "But if you give me that gun, it’s all yours. Every part of me. And if you want..."

Her smile turned lewd.

"You can take the virginity of my ’back door’ too. If you know what I mean."

Luca’s mind stalled for a moment.

His gaze flickered to the shotgun.

Then to Nyx.

Then back to the shotgun.

The temptation was real—visceral, physical, almost overwhelming.

But then he thought about it. Really thought about it.

Nyx. With a shotgun. Free to do whatever she wanted.

He shook his head firmly.

"No. Absolutely not."

Nyx’s expression fell. "But Hero—"

"No means no, Nyx." He firmly said. "I know for sure that if I were to give it to you, you’d sneak out of this village, go straight to the human continent, and test the ’brutality’ of that shotgun on the first soldier you met."

"I’m not taking that risk."

Nyx’s eyes narrowed. She clicked her tongue in irritation, a sound of pure frustration.

"Ugh. You’re being so stingy."

She crossed her arms, turned on her heel, and stalked off in a huff—though she made sure to glance back at the shotgun longingly every few steps.

Luca watched her go, then shook his head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Anyway..." He turned back to the crowd, holding up one finger. "Now, I have one more gun I want to show you all."

Luna, who was traumatised by seeing her face blasted into smithereens paled.

"Just how many guns do you have, Luca?! It seems like you just keep pulling out more and more! Your world is terrifying!"

Luca chuckled as he honestly said,

"To be fair, my world has thousands upon thousands of different guns. Different types, different calibers, different sizes, different purposes."

"And what I’ve shown you so far?"

He gestured at the table.

"These are the old ones. Antiques. Relics. Which means that there are far more powerful versions out there right now."

The elves exchanged glances of dawning horror.

This was the world Luca came from?

A place with thousands of these weapons?

No wonder he was so strong, so capable.

Only someone truly powerful could survive in such a dangerous world.

Luca held up a hand.

"But don’t worry—I’m not going to show you too many more today. Just one more type."

He looked around the crowd.

"For this, I’m going to need some volunteers. A few of you."

Luna immediately perked up.

"Are you going to let us shoot the gun?!"

Luca laughed.

"Oh, no, no, nothing like that. Something else entirely. I need about four or five volunteers."

Before he could even finish speaking, Lulu had already sprinted forward, arm raised.

"ME! ME! PICK ME!"

Luna followed close behind, elbowing her sister slightly.

"I’m volunteering too!"

Selma stepped forward, curious. Alia joined her. Ivy bounced up eagerly.

Several other young elves, caught up in the excitement, also moved forward until Luca was facing a small crowd of eager faces.

He counted them and rubbed his chin.

"Seven? Well, more than I asked for, but it’ll work."

He gestured for them to follow and led them to the area where the destroyed wall lay scattered.

Bending down, he picked up several pieces of broken wood—each about the size of a large melon, or a small child’s head.

He handed one to each volunteer.

"Here’s what I want you to do." He demonstrated, lifting a piece of wood above his head. "I want you to hold these pieces right above your heads. And no matter what happens, no matter what you hear or feel, do not put them down."

Luna looked at the chunk of wood in her hands, confused.

"That’s it? That’s all you want us to do?"

"That’s not all." Luca shook his head. "I want you to think of something while you’re holding those."

He looked at each of them seriously.

"Imagine that your village is under attack."

"Someone has come to harm your families, your friends, everyone you love. And you’re trying to escape—but you can’t leave without carrying your loved ones to safety."

He pointed at the wood.

"Those pieces of wood? They’re not wood anymore. They’re your mothers. Your sisters. Your children. The people you would die to protect."

The volunteers’ expressions shifted. The wood suddenly felt heavier.

"And with ’family members’ over your head, I want you to run."

Luca said, pointing at a clear path through the clearing—a long stretch free of trees and obstacles.

"Run as far and as fast as you can. Don’t look back. Don’t stop. Just run, carrying your loved ones to safety."

Luna blinked, processing his words.

"That’s...that’s all? You just want us to run?"

Luca nodded. "Yep. That’s all. Just run."

He looked at them seriously.

"Now, if any of you don’t feel brave enough for this, if you don’t trust yourselves to follow instructions no matter what, it’s fine to back out now. No shame in it."

Not a single volunteer moved.

After everything Luca had shown them—after all his demonstrations, his lessons, his care—they trusted him completely.

If he asked them to run to edge of the world, they would run.

Luna took a deep breath, lifted her piece of wood above her head, and looked at the others.

"Ready?"

Nods all around.

"Then let’s go!"

They burst forward, sprinting across the open grass.

Wooden chunks held high above their heads, legs pumping, hair streaming behind them.

They ran like their families depended on it—because in their minds, that’s exactly what they were doing.

Luca watched them for a moment, a small smile playing at his lips.

Then he turned to look at the stack of cases behind him.

"Can someone grab that black box over there?" He pointed. "The long one on the ground. Longer than the others."

"I have a ’specific gun’ in there I’m gonna need to shoot the ’little birdies’ running away."