The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 227: (Guro Warning!) Bonus : The Parvaneh’s Price of Purity: Before We Embark On Our Next Journey…

Chapter 227: (Guro Warning!) Bonus Chapter 23: The Parvaneh’s Price of Purity: Before We Embark On Our Next Journey...

"Your Majesty, I agree with you; taking human trash as our sexual partners is just plain barbaric. Let us rape them, then feed their flesh to the human-eating plants back at Fairylynch."

"Please, understand the definition of barbaric before you open your mouth...! Oh? There’s something moving there." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Three fairies, with their wings fluttering softly, flew slowly over the recently raided village.

Smoke still rose in thin columns from ruined homes, with bodies laid scattered in the streets like broken dolls. The air stank of blood, rot, and ash.

***

"Please, I sensed my eye react to a great amount of bloodshed. And I have a lot of work to do, can you go to the village for me and see what went wrong? You are the only one closest to me now."

"You swear to play with me when I’m done? And attend all my tea parties?"

"Not ALL of them, you silly fairy...! But I will attend a few. And I will also play with you when you return..."

"Hmmm. Deal then. I’ll take Tera and Tesa with me... But, tell me, why do you bother with that human village so much?"

"What are you saying, Titania? Humans are cute and adorable. And the ones who worship you, even if just one eye, are the most important!"

***

Thus, Titania and her cohorts came to the Western continent... but came a little too late.

The village was already a graveyard under a heavy, colorless sky.

Thin columns of smoke drifted upward from blackened house frames that had once been homes; charred beams jutted like broken bones.

Bodies lay scattered across dirt paths and in doorways:

Men frozen mid-scream...

Women sadly curled protectively over children who would never wake again, with elders slumped against walls with these vacant stares.

The air hung thick with the sour-sweet stench of rot and iron, and charred wood.

Long black thorns, looking unnatural and barbed, glistening with dried blood, pierced through skulls and torsos, holding corpses upright in macabre arrangements along the main thoroughfare like grisly signposts.

"Ugh... Seraphina won’t like this at all..."

The words drifted on the wind, quiet and heavy with dread.

The scene below told two separate stories of death.

One batch had happened days earlier: older bodies already beginning to bloat and darken, skin tight over bone, flies buzzing in thick clouds.

The other seemed far more recent; the blood still glossy in places, not yet fully dried to brown crust, a few wounds still weeping sluggishly.

What happened was this:

After the bandits had slaughtered every living soul and spent some days reveling in the carnage—dancing drunkenly among the corpses, looting what little remained, and defiling the dead—Coal approached the pure girl once more.

Poor Parvaneh sat alone in the blood-soaked square, knees drawn tight to her chest, rocking in slow, mechanical rhythm.

Since the invasion, she hadn’t eaten and hadn’t slept, hadn’t spoken beyond the endless, whispered loop: "My fault... My fault... My fault..."

"This is the real world! Eat or be eaten..." Coal crouched in front of her, extending a hand with a wide, unmistakably friendly grin. "You surprisingly took the death of your father, mother, and siblings well. You must have a strong heart. So... will you join our group?"

The rest of the bandits—lounging on looted blankets, sharpening blades, or passing around stolen wine—nodded casually and smiled, raising cups in lazy approval.

Coal’s father, the bandit leader, added gruffly, "Every friend of Coal is a friend of ours. Come with us, and we’ll be your new family. I never knew your father much... But I didn’t not mind becoming yours."

It was warm... It was quite warm...

It appeared Coal had eventually seen the pure girl as a true friend.

She had succeeded in breaking through that wall of deviance, and that success felt warm in her heart; like sunlight finally piercing endless storm clouds.

"Join your family, you say?" Parvaneh whispered, voice cracked and paper-thin from days without food. Her eyes were dull and sunken. "You mean... you want me to be part of you... forever?"

Coal grinned wider, gripping the pure girl’s thin shoulders with surprising gentleness.

"Yep! We can play together forever and be sisters too! Won’t that be amazing? You would like that, won’t you?"

"...I... did not want father and mother to die... I wanted to watch my brother grow up too... So much of my plans..."

Parvaneh gazed into the cheerful, hopeful eyes of Coal, then slowly turned her head to survey the ruined village once more—the impaled bodies swaying gently in the breeze, the smoldering homes, the unnatural silence where children’s laughter used to ring.

"Please... give me a moment to prepare," she said after a single tear slipped from her dead eyes and carved a clean path through the soot on her cheek. "I have something important to give you all before we embark on our next journey."

"...Alright," Coal shrugged, standing. "But hurry up before some knights get here. We don’t want that kind of trouble."

The pure girl walked slowly and timidly into the treasury, footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty stone chamber.

She took off her bloodstained robe, letting it fall to the floor like discarded skin.

Naked, shivering despite the lingering heat of the scorching blue round organ there, she moved toward the Eye of Seraphina...

The great crystal-blue orb that still glowed with serene indifference on its pedestal, golden slit pupil fixed forward as though watching everything unfold without judgment.

She rested her petite body against the massive eye; her cheek pressed to its cool, unyielding surface.

It burned.

Her flesh hissed and vaporized slowly where it touched, her skin blistering black, muscle charring to ash, her bone beginning to show through in stark white flashes.

Pain seared along every nerve ending, white-hot and merciless, but she did not scream.

She only pressed closer and deeper, letting the agony consume her.

However... The burning stopped abruptly.

The blue glow began to recede, fading inward like a tide pulling back from shore, until the golden slit pupil dilated wide, almost swallowing the blue entirely.

"Give me power to... slaughter my enemies..."

[...Your body is untrained... You will die in a few months... That is, if luck shines on you...]

"G-Give me power... to slaughter my enemies..." she repeated, tears streaming from her dead eyes down an expressionless face.

[The power inside just this eye is still immense... even for a powerful human it woul—]

"Give me power... sniff... to s... slaughter my... enemies... sniff, sniff... P-Please... I h-have to atone...sniff... Please..."

[...Very well...]