Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Chapter 309: Heartbroken Hero

"W-What?" Luca blinked, completely caught off guard by the outburst.

And before he could even ask about what was going on—

"You heard me!" The vampire queen shouted as her crimson eyes blazed. "Send us back. Now!"

The dragonkin queen stepped forward, her expression equally cold, her tail lashing behind her.

"I agree with her. I hope you will heed her request and send us back."

The lamia queen nodded, her voice strained, barely controlled.

"I think it is time the meeting ended. It is time for us to go home."

The others joined in, their voices rising in a chorus of demands.

"Yes! Send us back!"

"Leave us alone!"

"We do not want to speak to you!"

"You traitor! How could you do something like that!?"

"You had such plans for us, and you still talk about trust? Are you crazy?!"

"You pervert! How could you do something like that?"

"I can’t believe they sent someone like you!"

The insults came faster and faster, each one more creative than the last.

"Pervert!"

"Bastard!"

"Sex fiend!"

"Degenerate!"

"Corrupter!"

"Defiler!"

"Womb-filler!"

"Impregnator!"

"Baby making monster!"

They called him everything but the Hero sent by the gods.

"Hold on, hold on, please!"

Luca held up his hands, trying to calm them.

"I have no idea what’s going on here! We were just talking about the future, right? We can still have our talks, right?"

"No—!"

"There’s no way we can trust someone like you!"

"We don’t want to be on your side!"

"Just leave us alone! We’ll take care of our own problems!"

"I knew I shouldn’t have come here!"

"My mother warned me, but I didn’t listen. I thought he was a good person. Who would have thought?"

"Humans are all the same. They’re all perverts. Disgusting!"

The crowd backed away, further and further, putting distance between themselves and the stage.

Some stumbled over their own feet. Others tripped over sleeping bodies. A few simply turned and ran.

The elves watched in confusion, not understanding what was happening.

Leona stepped forward, her brow furrowed, her hand outstretched.

"Wait, please—! There’s been a misunderstanding—!"

But no one listened.

Luca felt his hopes crumbling.

He had been so close. So close. Just one step away from achieving his dream.

And now, because of one message, one stupid message from the Goddess everything was falling apart!

He took a step forward in desperation.

"Please—"

The weapons rose higher.

The glares grew colder.

The lamia queen’s voice was ice.

"I suggest you stop, Hero."

She sighed, shaking her head.

"I honestly thought I could trust you. The heavens seemed to favor you."

Her eyes narrowed, her slitted pupils contracting into thin lines.

"But after finding out your true purpose—what you want to do to us, how you want to do it—there is no way the lamia race will participate."

The fairy queen stepped forward, her wings spreading slightly, her tail lashing.

"The fairy race will not participate either. We have no interest in being part of your...harem."

The beastkin leader bared her teeth, her claws extending.

"The beastkin reject you. We will find our own way!"

The ogre queen grunted, hefting her massive club.

"The ogres are out. We don’t need a pervert like you!"

The goblin queen shook her head sadly, her tiny hands trembling.

"I wanted to believe in you. I really did. But this...this is too much."

"The harpies refuse."

"The centaurs cannot accept this."

"The mermaids must decline."

"The dryands cannot trust you."

"The slime girls...maybe we’ll think about it?"

"NO!"

"Sorry, sorry! The slime girls also decline!"

One by one, every race rejected him.

Their voices were firm, their faces set. There was no arguing with them. No pleading. No begging.

Even the dark elf matriarch, who had seemed so amused, simply shrugged and said,

"Sorry, Hero. Can’t help you with this."

The vampire queen was the last to speak.

She stared at him with cold, crimson eyes. Her lips were pressed into a thin line. Her hands were clenched at her sides.

"Send us back." She said. "Now."

Luca opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off.

"This is not a request."

He closed his mouth.

He looked at the faces of the other leaders—at their fear, their distrust, their disgust.

He looked at the elves behind him, who were watching with confusion and worry.

He looked at the goddess’s light, still faintly glowing.

And he realized there was nothing he could do.

"Fine." He said quietly. "I’ll send you back."

He raised his hands. Portals began to open—one for each race, glowing with soft light.

The demi-humans didn’t wait. They rushed through, eager to escape!

"Get away before he pounces on us! That human will definitely do it!"

"As if I’d let him breed me!"

"There’s no way I’ll let him take over my body and fill me with his seed!"

"Run! Run faster! Don’t look back!"

The centaurs galloped through the portals, their hooves thundering against the grass.

The tiny pony centaur cast one last wary glance over her shoulder, her eyes wide with fear, before she jumped in.

The arachnid race scuttled through on their sharp eight legs, their multiple eyes darting in every direction.

The lamia race slithered through, their scales glistening, with the shaman queen glancing one final time at Luca before looking away, her expression unreadable.

The harpies flew through, their wings beating frantically.

The fairies zipped past, leaving trails of glittering dust.

The slime girls oozed through, their gelatinous bodies squeezing through the portals with wet, squelching sounds.

One by one, every single race was leaving.

Just as the dark elf queen was about to enter, she paused, her foot hovering over the threshold.

"Oh, I totally forgot." She turned and looked back. "Nyx, come with me! I’ll help you raise your child, even though your husband is quite perverted!"

But before she could go back, her subordinates grabbed her arms, pulling her along.

"Come along, my lady! This is too dangerous, even for us!"

They dragged her through the portal, her protests fading into the shimmering light.

The vampire queen stepped through with her subordinates, her cloak swirling around her.

But just before she disappeared, she glanced back—not to see him one last time, but to glare at him with pure, undiluted hatred in her crimson eyes.

A flush remained on her cheeks, a telltale sign of her embarrassment.

And then she was gone.

Every single race had escaped.

Actually, no. There was still one person left behind.

A young mermaid lay flopping on the grass, her tail slapping weakly against the ground.

All her companions had jumped into the portal and escaped, but she was not as strong as them.

She was younger, smaller, less experienced. She couldn’t reach the portal in front of her no matter how hard she tried.

"Please, jump my tail! Jump!" She cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Jump before that devil gets me!"

She flopped harder, her tail thrashing, but she barely moved an inch.

Because of this she broke down on the spot.

"You guys, how could you just leave me like that! You know I can’t jump as easily as you!"

She felt heartbroken, abandoned, utterly betrayed by her own kind.

Seeing this pitiful sight, Luca sighed. He got off the stage and started walking toward her.

And seeing this, the mermaid let out a loud shriek.

"No, no, please don’t! Don’t come near me! Please don’t eat me!"

Tears filled her eyes. She pressed her hands against her chest as if to protect her heart.

"Even though I’m part fish, I don’t taste as good as fish at all! I’m so slimy and gamey! My fish tail is quite salty as well!"

She waved her tail frantically, as if to demonstrate its undesirability.

"So please, don’t eat me!"

Luca felt his heart twist with a deep, aching sadness.

He had not done anything to deserve this fear.

He had only tried to help. He had only tried to bring everyone together.

But still he kept walking.

The mermaid squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the end.

She thought her life was over—that she was going to be skewered, roasted, turned into a mermaid kebab.

Instead, she felt gentle hands lifting her.

She opened her eyes.

Luca was holding her. Not roughly, not greedily, but gently—so gently, as if she were made of glass. He cradled her against his chest, her tail draped over his arm, her fins brushing against his side.

And he was showing a smile, a soft, sad, almost tender smile.

"Have a safe journey..." He said and then he tossed her into the portal.

She flew through the air, her tail spinning, her eyes wide. For just a moment, she looked back at him—and something in her expression changed.

The fear faded, replaced by something else. Something like wonder. Something like gratitude.

She realized, in that final moment, that he wasn’t as bad as she had thought.

But then the portal snapped shut, and she was gone.

The valley was empty.

Luca let out a deep sigh and walked back to the stage under the watchful eyes of the worried elves.

He climbed up, sat at the edge, and looked out at the forest.

His expression was distant, as if he were contemplating life itself.

The elves wanted to approach him, as they felt so bad for him.

After all, they had seen how much he had worked for this.

For three days, he had gone in and out of portals, bringing equipment, setting up the stage, preparing the clothing.

He had taught them to sing and dance.

He had composed all the songs himself.

He had even put makeup on them earlier.

He was the one who had worked so hard. They had simply gone along for the ride and enjoyed it.

And now, to see him lose it all when it wasn’t even his fault, they just felt terrible.

They wanted to hug him, to hold him, to make him feel better.

Luna took a step forward. Lulu followed. Leona’s hand twitched.

But Nyx raised her hand and shook her head.

The others froze, surprised.

Nyx knew that in this moment, Luca wanted time to himself.

No amount of comforting from anyone else would help. He needed to process, to reflect, to come to terms with what had happened on his own terms.

Understanding this, the other elves held themselves back.

But they didn’t stop looking at him.

Their gazes were filled with love and worry, concern and devotion.

They watched their husband, the father of their future children, and prayed that he wouldn’t lose his heart.

Even the little children were ready to support their father and were ready to wait as long as it took.

Hours, if necessary. Days, if needed.

They would stand there until the sun set and the moon rose and the stars blinked into existence, if that was what Luca required.