Across the Ocean

A long time ago in the vast world of Terramyr, during the early years of the invasion war unleashed by the Demon King, a period of relative peace still persisted across the vast majority of its regions.

"Ahhh... Well, that turned out to be a rather boring request."

Back then, amidst the tranquility of a lush forest, what at first glance appeared to be a charming young girl with white hair gathered into twin tails that accentuated her small, youthful appearance was yawning with evident disinterest.

"I suppose, after all, they're nothing more than unscrupulous bandits..."

Despite her childlike appearance, she wore a peculiar outfit: a simple traditional apron designed to prioritize maximum freedom of movement.

"...Ufff~"

That garment she wore consisted solely of a front section and a back section tied together with cords, leaving her sides, waist, and thighs completely exposed.

"And now what...?"

Furthermore, despite having the characteristic roundness of youth, the young girl possessed an overwhelming amount of flesh on her hips, causing her curves—even with her short stature—to rise beneath the apron, brimming with the voluptuousness of a mature woman. Most prominent were her enormous breasts swelling under the cloth, which were even larger than her own head and somehow mysteriously managed to stay attached to the fabric.

"This is boring."

Complaining with a furrowed brow and intense crimson eyes that denoted dissatisfaction, the little girl in appearance puffed her lips in a gesture of frustration while effortlessly resting over her shoulder a massive battleaxe that was twice her own size...

(THUMP!)

...all while carelessly kicking one of the men belonging to the bandit gang she had been tasked with subduing after accepting the job at the adventurers' guild, disinterestedly observing the crowd of unconscious figures lying scattered on the ground.

"Ahg!"

In just a few moments after her arrival, the girl had completely eradicated a feared thieves' guild hidden inside a cave, who had been taking advantage of the chaos caused by the recent demonic attacks of that era to raid commercial carriages.

"Ah, what a useless request."

However, to the crooks' misfortune, they were ultimately wiped out by a single girl—or rather, woman.

"And to think this job is only A-rank..."

Back then, during her days in the guild, the girl was feared and respected under the moniker "The War Axe" Rasha, a nickname earned through her relentless combat style of continuously swinging her huge axe until her opponents were immobilized, combined with the colossal strength of her race.

"...Peace must truly be reigning around here."

Having finished her mission, the confident girl in appearance, Rasha, brought a hand to her forehead, tenderly stroking the two sharp horns protruding from her white hair. As she brushed against the sensitive surface of her antlers, she shuddered slightly while a soft blush flushed her cheeks.

"Mmm, these men don't seem to be healing well, but there's nothing I can do about it."

In Terramyr, ogres were a strain of demi-humans born with antlers and superhuman physical faculties.

"...Well, it doesn't matter if a few die."

Thanks to that, Rasha, belonging to said race, possessed an absurd longevity, meaning that despite her adorable and childlike appearance, the reality was that the woman had already lived for several centuries.

"For now, I'll just bring back some proof that they were eradicated..."

Throughout her long life as an ogre, Rasha had utilized the skills and knowledge cultivated over centuries to fulfill hunting contracts as an adventurer.

"But if I do that, I should probably start thinking about moving."

At that time, she was recognized as a immensely powerful and experienced adventurer whose superhuman strength could have decisively influenced the multiple battlefields scattered across the world during the initial years of the demon invasion.

"Honestly... it's always so boring, and they won't give me the money unless I prove it to them... what a pain!"

Her presence during that period was vital to containing the conflict. However, in an enigmatic turn of events, she vanished without a trace after accepting that subjugation request for a bandit guild she had supposedly eradicated.

"Damn you!"

Having finished the slaughter, Rasha spun on her heels and locked eyes with one of the bandits who was still standing.

"What, was there still one left...?"

Griped by panic, the man pointed the barrel of a shotgun—stolen from the demon army during a raid—at her, holding it with trembling hands.

"Haaah..."

Yet facing the threat, Rasha's reaction was one of absolute indifference.

"Go ahead, shoot."

Sinning on the side of arrogance, she looked toward the ceiling, letting out a deep sigh while observing the thief with cold eyes.

"Do you really think my body can be hurt by something like a slingshot?"

Inclining her head slightly and holding out her hand toward her attacker—as if expecting a warm embrace—she urged the man to trigger the weapon.

"I'm bored, so I'll give you this last shot."

Laughing with superiority, she dropped her massive axe and closed her eyes, standing completely defenseless against the impact.

"Come on, it's your turn."

Because of that, the bandit stared at her in disbelief, alternating his gaze between the axe lying on the ground and the figure of the girl.

"What? Are you still not going to shoot?"

However...

"Heh, that's why you're just simple bandits... because you're cowards."

Rasha's provocation deeply irritated the thief.

"You'll regret this, brat!"

Showing his fangs at the sight of the little woman's mocking expression before him, he responded by pulling the trigger in a fury.

(BANG!)

As a result, with a deafening roar, the barrel of the weapon discharged, unleashing a burning flare toward Rasha's soft skin. True to her promise, she didn't even attempt to dodge it, showing her fangs as she laughed with total confidence in her invulnerability.

(DING~!)

Normally, the impact of ordinary pellets would never pose a problem for an ogre's formidable physiology, so the outcome should have been an unscathed and mocking Rasha.

"!?!"

However, the confident warrior made a grave mistake by forgetting a critical exception.

"Booooooooooh...❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎"

Among the ogre race, a little-known common weakness lay precisely in the extreme sensitivity of their horns. Although they were the very symbol of their proud condition, those antlers housed an overwhelming density of nerve endings, causing even a simple brush with the right friction to induce overwhelming, uncontrollable pleasure, instantly incapacitating even the most resilient body.

"Ohhh...❤︎❤︎❤︎ Ho... hih...❤︎❤︎❤︎ W-what... hh...❤︎"

Because of that, when one of the stray pellets grazed one of the horns protruding from her forehead, even without a direct hit and without leaving so much as a scratch on the horn's surface, the speed and friction of the projectile were enough to transmit a surge of stimulation so intense that it collapsed Rasha's senses instantly.

"Ho, ho, ho~!"

Thanks to that unfortunate coincidence, the once-invincible Rasha ended up captured in that cave, disappearing for years without a trace while her whereabouts remained an absolute mystery...

"Gather 'round, ladies and gentlemen!"

Thus, time passed, and years later, the scene brings us to the present.

"Hey, stop ignoring me and tell me the location."

In the depths of a bustling black market, the atmosphere hummed with activity.

"Step right up to see this top-quality product!"

The place was a dark corner of the world where stolen goods, looted artifacts, slaves, and organs were traded freely.

"Do you know where this place is or not?"

It was a thriving den fueled by the turbulent era of war unleashed by the Demon King's invasion, where everyone from brutal outlaws and mercenaries to refined nobles and the most diverse races of Terramyr mixed together.

"...Valued customer, I've been telling you for hours that I'm in the middle of working... so please give me some space."

And amidst that hotbed of lawlessness, a slave trader shouted at the top of his lungs to attract customers through a flashy display of his "merchandise."

"...Fine... Excuse me, can you read this map for me?"

Alongside the usual sales stalls, an unusually strange item was on display at this establishment.

"...I didn't mean that... Please wait until I finish the presentation, valued customer."

People of all ages gathered around the booth, watching with curiosity a large, antique vase positioned at the center of the stage.

"Could you point out where this place is located?"

The vase was of such a colossal size that even a burly person could have fit inside if they curled up; however, it completely lacked artistic or historical value.

"...Dear customer, please, I ask that you stop bothering the others."

The true essence that made the piece special lay in its contents, which would normally emit intense sounds audible even while sealed, were it not for the continuous and untimely interruptions of a mysterious figure dressed in black and hooded.

"...Fine, I'll wait. But finish this quickly."

And it was only after several warnings that the incessant requests for directions temporarily ceased.

(Keep calm, I... I'm a professional... Money is never a bad thing...)

Until finally, the vendor—visibly exhausted but motivated after receiving a generous compensation and cash bribe from the hooded figure—decided to speed up the presentation after quickly checking the money.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you this one-of-a-kind product!"

Resuming his exaggerated performance, the merchant immediately stashed the money and pulled with all his strength on a rope hanging from the establishment's ceiling.

"Muuuuuuuh...❤︎❤︎❤︎ Oboo...❤︎ Gubuuuuh...❤︎❤︎❤︎ Fun... Ngiiiiiooooooooooooooooooo...❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎"

As a result, the top pulley made a U-turn as the rope ascended, pulling out the contents hidden in the depths of the vase...

"Ahhh...❤︎❤︎❤︎ Aaah...❤︎ Ahh...❤︎ Ka, hiah...❤︎❤︎❤︎ Ahh...❤︎ Gyaah...❤︎ Aaaah...❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎ Ugh...❤︎ Ogwaaaah...❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎"

...Thanks to that, what emerged before everyone's eyes was the figure of a white-haired ogre, her body completely covered in a pink, slimy mucus that dripped continuously.

"Kyaaaaaaaa!"

Because of that, someone in the audience let out a scream of horror upon seeing the ogre's face, distorted and disfigured by a continuous mixture of violence and pleasure.

"Hey, isn't that..."

"...It can't be."

"Well, who would've thought."

Meanwhile, upon contemplating her face and physique, several members of the audience immediately recognized that the salacious mass of flesh emerging from the pot was none other than Rasha herself, "The War Axe," the legendary ogre adventurer who had mysteriously disappeared years ago.

"Alright, you showed the thing, so tell me where this is."

From the very moment she appeared suspended, Rasha's enormous breasts bounced violently as she convulsed from intense and repeated orgasms.

"...."

Her small body still retained its two signature pigtails, but her proud horns—the ones protruding from her forehead—were tightly bound to the rope the vendor was pulling.

"Tell me where it is, tell me where it is, tell me where it is, tell me where it is..."

In contrast, the man stared intently at the hooded figure, gritting his teeth in a superhuman effort to suppress his anger.

"...Listen... valued customer... COULD YOU STOP INTERFERING WITH THE SALE OF THE PRODUCT?!"

Only the rope held Rasha suspended in midair while the vendor vented all the frustration he had suppressed over the past five hours, suffocated by the ceaseless, bizarre questions for directions from that strange visitor.

"...Fine... You win... I'll buy her."

In the end, the silent duel that dragged on between both figures ended with the vendor's victory...

"FINALLY!!"

Seeing how, without the slightest hint of hesitation or doubt, the hooded figure extended a hand from beneath the shadows of her cloak and tossed a heavy leather pouch onto the counter to end the fruitless bargaining.

"So now that I'm your customer, answer my question."

The impact echoed with a dull thud that rendered the merchant speechless.

"A-Accepted... Sold to the hooded lady!"

Opening it in a hurry, the man's eyes widened at the dazzling amount of gold coins and high-value gems brimming inside; a sum that far exceeded the ogre's reserve price.

"Ask me whatever you want, my valued customer!!"

Trembling with satisfaction but still bewildered by the buyer's haste, the vendor cut the tension of the rope.

"Hah...❤︎ Ahh...❤︎ Nguh...❤︎"

Thanks to that, Rasha's slimy, trembling body fell unceremoniously to the floor, while the little ogre emitted one last, high-pitched, muffled groan.

"Where is the kingdom marked on this map?"

But "Silvia" didn't even bother to look at the defeated "War Axe" lying at her feet.

"...Valued customer, is this some kind of sick joke?"

Instead, she immediately unfolded the tattered map the elves of Ironholm had given her days ago and slammed it firmly onto the merchant's table.

"I am completely serious."

In response, the merchant adjusted his glasses, glanced at the map, and then alternated his gaze between the parchment and the figure of the hooded woman.

"...Look, I don't know how the hell you did it or what kind of magic you used, but this map corresponds to the eastern continent of Terramyr... The Demon King's territory is over there."

And immediately, with an expression of deep, indescribable confusion taking hold of his face, the man scratched the back of his neck, looking back at the map, then up at the ceiling, and finally letting out an incredulous laugh.

"You are currently in the archipelago of the western continent. To be in this place... you basically crossed the entire ocean in the exact opposite direction of what your map indicates."

The man pointed a greasy finger toward the entrance of the market, where the murmur of a foreign port and the crashing of unfamiliar waves could be heard in the distance.

"...."

As a result, beneath the shadow of her hood, "Silvia's" sharp, electric-blue eyes locked onto the map.

(...I crossed the ocean...?)

After departing Ironholm and her solitary march following the farewell with the elves, she had been convinced she was walking north in a straight line...

"?"

Silvia could only tilt her head slightly, offering a completely naive, confused, and expressionless face at the merchant's revelation. Somehow, in her attempt to march toward the front lines of battle, she had ended up on the other side of the world.