Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 349 – I Want It All

Lin Fan withdrew his hand, pulling a white silk handkerchief from his spatial storage, and made a show of wiping his fingers that weren’t actually stained with blood.

His calm, indifferent demeanor made it seem as if he had merely swatted a few flies.

The remaining centaurs collapsed to the ground, their bladders and bowels letting loose, not even daring to lift their heads to look at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan turned around, his gaze landing on the Deer-folk.

At this moment, the Deer-folk were hardly in better shape than the centaurs.

Looking at the scattered gore across the ground, quite a few Deer-folk girls with weaker constitutions had already bent over, vomiting.

Bambi trembled all over, her delicate, pretty face drained of all color.

Too strong…

This wasn’t even a contest of power on the same level.

Resistance? That was a joke.

She glanced at the young clansmen behind her, then at Lin Fan’s cold, indifferent eyes.

Bambi gritted her teeth, as if making some momentous decision.

She slowly rose, walking with heavy steps until she stood three meters before Lin Fan, then knelt heavily once more.

“Great Dragon Clan lord…”

Bambi lifted her head, tears welling in her eyes, her voice plaintive and sorrowful.

“The Deer-folk are willing to submit.”

“But… could you please show mercy and spare my people?”

She took a deep breath, placed her hands on the leaf garment covering her chest, and slowly pulled it open, revealing a perfect body brimming with vitality and allure.

“I am the only late-stage Level Six of the Deer-folk, and the most valuable… trophy here. I am willing to go with you, to be your slave, to be your mount—even if it means death… I have no complaints.”

“I only beg you—take only me, and spare the other children.”

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These words were delivered with tears and sobs, deeply moving.

The Deer-folk girls behind her immediately burst into a chorus of weeping.

“Chieftain! Don’t!”

“Chieftain, let’s fight her to the death!”

Even Lin Fan had to admit, this scene was rather touching.

A beautiful chieftain sacrificing herself for her people—if this were one of those hot-blooded manga, she’d be the perfect tragic heroine, maybe even moving the villain to fall for her in a cross-species angsty romance.

Too bad.

Standing before her was Lin Fan.

A “heartless skin-painting freak” who possessed the “Skin System” and was desperately short of high-grade materials.

Lin Fan looked at Bambi kneeling on the ground with her air of righteous sacrifice, and suddenly laughed.

“Pfft.”

That laugh sounded especially jarring in this solemn, tragic atmosphere.

Bambi froze, looking at Lin Fan through tear-filled eyes, not understanding what he was laughing at.

“Did you get something wrong?”

Lin Fan crouched down, extending a finger to gently lift Bambi’s smooth chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“You think this is some kind of trade?”

Lin Fan shook his head, his golden-violet eyes brimming with mockery.

“Little deer, you overestimate yourself.”

“In my eyes, you’re a decent piece of meat, but them—” Lin Fan pointed at the dozens of Deer-folk girls behind her, “—they’re meat too.”

“Since they’re all on my plate already, why would I throw away the smaller pieces just to take one big bite?”

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“Only children make choices.”

Lin Fan stood up, looking down at the dumbstruck Bambi, his voice cold as ice.

“I’ll take them all!”

The air was thick with a sickening stench of blood.

The body of the centaur chieftain, Kane, was still embedded in the mud.

Lin Fan stood at a vantage point, her gaze sweeping over the trembling creatures below.

She didn’t bother checking the so-called tribal strongholds. No need.

The survival rule of the Forest of Elves was simple and brutal—might makes right.

The major tribes had already thrown all their elite fighters into the fray, fighting over the Spirit Lake.

What remained in the tribes were nothing but the old, the weak, and the crippled.

What Lin Fan wanted was a fine collection, not a pile of junk.

“Well, what’s the matter? Do I need to invite you personally?”

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, tapping her chin lazily with the lace folding fan in her hand.

The centaurs and deer-folk below shuddered violently.

“N-No… We wouldn’t dare!”

A few surviving centaur sub-chieftains nearly collapsed on their front legs, almost kneeling again.

They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with despair and terror.

Kane was dead, the deputy chieftain had been crushed, and over half of the tribe’s elite warriors had fallen.

If they dared to say “no” now, by this time next year, the weeds on their graves would probably be two meters tall.

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Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction, her gaze drifting through the crowd like she was picking out items from a supermarket shelf.

“You, you, and that one with the big rear… come out.”

As Lin Fan’s finger pointed one by one, the chosen “lucky ones” stepped forward trembling.

The centaur race might have muscles where their brains should be, but their genetics were undeniably impressive.

Especially the female centaurs—that explosive, powerful physique was the complete opposite of the delicate softness of human women.

She managed to gather a full twenty of them at Level Four or above. Though female centaurs were fewer in number, their proportion of Level Four and above was far higher than the deer-folk’s.

And while over half of the deer-folk were female, only twenty-seven of them had qualified at Level Four or above.

“Forty-seven in total.”

Lin Fan did the math in her head, and the corners of her lips curled upward involuntarily.

This haul was dripping with riches.

“Listen up.”

Lin Fan looked at the remaining old, weak, and crippled, and suddenly wore an expression of pity and compassion, as if she hadn’t just casually swatted dozens of people to death moments ago.

“I know you’re all cursing me in your hearts.”

Dead silence fell over the crowd. No one dared to speak.

“Cursing me for being cruel? Cursing me for being greedy?” Lin Fan let out a mocking laugh, gesturing at the three factions around her. “Use those pig brains of yours and think.”

“If I hadn’t come today, what would have happened to you?”

“The centaurs would have slaughtered all the deer-folk men and taken the women. And the Serpent-folk Race lurking in the shadows would have taken the chance to release poison, finishing off all the weakened survivors of your mutual destruction.”

Lin Fan paused, then raised her voice sharply: “When that happened, no one here would have survived!”

Bambi knelt on the ground, her fingernails digging deep into the soil.

She didn’t want to admit it, but this demon was speaking the truth.

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If not for this wild card, today at the Spirit Lake, blood would have flowed like a river.

“Now, I’m only taking a portion of your elites.”

Lin Fan spread her arms wide, like a preacher spreading his doctrine: “In exchange, I, Long Xuan, Fifth Elder of the Dragon Clan, grant you ‘peace.'”

“From today onward, as long as you invoke my name, no one will dare touch you.”

“Isn’t this a good deal?”

A good deal my ass!

Everyone was screaming in their hearts.

The Dragon Clan?

This forest had existed for centuries, and never once had any dragon deigned to show them kindness and protect them.

On the contrary, every time the Dragon Clan appeared, they would scrape the land bare three feet deep.

Claiming it was protection, they were in truth treating them like penned livestock—this time reaping a crop of leeks, leaving the rest to be harvested next time.

That was the logic of bandits.

Yet, seeing the terrifying dragon silhouette looming faintly behind Lin Fan, everyone could only lower their heads and swallow the broken teeth mixed with blood.

“Th…thank you, Elder, for your protection!”

Sparse voices rose, filled with humiliation and helplessness.

“Such good children.”

Lin Fan smiled as she folded her fan. “Alright, the rest of you, dispose of the corpses. Don’t dirty the water source.”

With that, she turned and left without sparing another glance.

Behind her, forty-seven “elites” of various races lowered their heads, following like the walking dead.