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[] Chapter 7 :- Goddess's Jealousy []

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"Bitch! Start the show already! Or gimme my valis!!"

"Hell yeah!!!!"

"Tame that mf!!!"

Monsterphilia had officially begun, and the crowd exploded with energy, their voices echoing across the massive amphitheater.

Kreeeeek Graghhh

A monstrous bellow erupted as one of the beasts was released from its restraints, crashing into the arena's dusty floor, its sheer weight kicking up debris with each thundering step.

The monster was a Battle Boar, a massive, towering figure of muscle, fur, and tusks standing over two meters tall. In front of the raging beast stood a young tamer, a short-haired woman wearing a uniform of the Ganesha Familia, a whip dangling from her hand.

With agility and precision, she rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the boar’s first reckless charge, her body moving as smoothly as water. Her skill drew more than a few appreciative cheers from the rowdy crowd.

"Let's go!!! Dommy mommy, tame that bad boy!!!"

"Ayo, she is smooth, even with those big tiddies!"

"Damn, that gravity though!"

The crowd's enthusiasm surged, half of it due to her daring maneuvers, the other half spurred by the... More 'bouncy' aspects of her appearance.... That's wild.

As she deftly avoided another charge, the stadium reverberated with a mixture of admiration and lewd commentary.

Fifty thousand spectators filled the Amphiteatrum, turning the venue into a vortex of excitement and tension. The stadium, located in Eastern Orario, was packed to the brim, every seat occupied by eager faces waiting for the spectacle to unfold.

Dhamp bhamp

The Battle Boar, brought to Orario from the Dungeon for this very event, slammed its hooves into the ground with enough force to leave cracks on the stone floor.

Its snorts echoed, furious and primal, as it targeted the lone tamer standing in the arena, her small frame a stark contrast to the hulking creature bearing down on her.

The tamer showed no fear, her grip on the whip firm, her posture steady. The boar charged again, and with a swift, calculated movement, she sidestepped the attack, letting its momentum carry it past her, earning a fresh wave of cheers from the crowd.

"Shit, that monster must’ve felt that disrespect!" Shouted one of the spectator, as the boar's wild eyes flared in rage.

The scene resembled a bullfight—only instead of a bull, it was a Dungeon-born monster. And rather than a matador armed with spears, this young woman wielded nothing but her whip and incredible reflexes. Her job wasn’t to kill the beast, but to tame it, to dominate the creature through sheer will and finesse. Each dodge, every subtle movement, only fueled the excitement of the audience.

Ghyaaaa!? bhyaaaa!?

The boar's enraged roars were amplified through magic stone microphones set up around the arena. Even those seated in the highest rows could feel the intensity of the fight, the deafening cries of the beast echoing in their chests. The crowd’s frenzy reached new heights with every near-miss, their roars of approval blending with the monster’s wild bellows.

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