Wasteland: I Awakened A Plant System

After successfully clearing another section of the eastern forest, Vikram returned to his tent as the sun began to set. Thanks to his recent status upgrade, the tent had been expanded significantly, now spacious, comfortable, and well-furnished, with soft furs, a larger bed, and proper seating.

His three wives had already prepared a hearty meal for him. The delicious aroma filled the air as he entered.

While eating, Vikram noticed there was an extra person in the tent today.

Sitting quietly in the corner was Liora Xavier, the same bold, naughty girl who had once openly rejected and teased him in front of the entire Mist Pack.

Seeing her, Vikram’s lips curved into a small, meaningful smile. He patted his lap gently.

Liora’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had come prepared to accept any punishment he might give her, just as her sister had warned. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked over. Following his signal, she sat down obediently on his lap.

Vikram let out a low, satisfied "Awooo," and smiled at her. "Serve me food."

Liora nodded shyly. She picked up a spoon and began feeding him carefully.

But Vikram stopped her after a few bites. "With your hand."

Liora’s face turned even redder, but she didn’t refuse. She used her fingers to pick up pieces of meat and brought them to his mouth. Vikram ate slowly, deliberately licking her fingers each time and occasionally giving them a light, teasing bite.

After the meal was finished, Liora washed her hands. Vikram kept her seated on his lap the entire time. Then, without warning, he began removing her dress, ordering her softly, "Undress me."

Liora obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she removed the rest of his clothing until she and him were completely nude.

Vikram looked at her beautiful body with appreciation. He gently rubbed her soft ear and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to experience me in werewolf form... or human form first?"

Liora hesitated for a moment before replying quietly, "Human form first... please."

Vikram nodded. He adjusted her position on his lap, aligning himself carefully. "Are you ready?"

When she gave a small nod, he slowly entered her.

He started moving gently, holding her close and treating her with surprising tenderness. Liora’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. She had expected punishment, roughness, or even revenge for how she had teased him in the past. Instead, Vikram was making love to her with care and affection.

She melted against him, soft moans escaping her lips as pleasure replaced her nervousness.

---

However, the three women watching from the side of the tent, Kara, Carol, and Evelyn, were not happy at all.

They stared at the scene with clear jealousy and frustration in their eyes.

They were all his wives. Why did they always get treated like wild animals, slapped, bitten, dominated roughly, and taken with primal intensity, while Liora was receiving such gentle, loving treatment?

The unfairness burned in their hearts as they watched Vikram hold Liora tenderly, moving inside her with slow, deep strokes.

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After releasing deep inside Liora, Vikram gently held her trembling body. As he caught his breath, he noticed the three other women, Kara, Carol, and Evelyn, staring at him with clear anger and jealousy in their eyes.

"What happened?" he asked, slightly confused.

Kara crossed her arms. "Why did you treat her so gently? Why are you different with us?"

Carol and Evelyn nodded, clearly upset.

Vikram looked at them for a moment, then smiled softly. "After practicing every day, I’ve finally learned better control over my lust and anger. From now on, you won’t have to bear me like a wild animal anymore."

The three women’s eyes widened in realization. That was why he had been so gentle with Liora.

"Then..." Kara said, her voice softening, "do it gently with us too."

Vikram nodded and tried. He made love to each of them with care and tenderness. However, after getting used to his rough, primal passion for so long, the gentle treatment felt... different. Unsatisfying.

After a while, the three women looked at each other.

They told him to do it like before.

Vikram hesitated. "Why? You felt pain when I was rough with you."

But instead of hearing his explanation, Carol suddenly slapped his chest and said firmly, "Just do as I’m ordering you, and don’t question my decision."

A strange, pleasant expression flashed across her face after slapping him, but she quickly decided she wouldn’t do it again, he was her husband, after all.

Even as she thought that, Kara and Evelyn also slapped him, one after another.

"Do as we ordered," they said.

Vikram was shocked by their sudden change in attitude, but he nodded and gave them what they wanted, the rough, dominating, animalistic treatment they had grown addicted to.

The three women moaned loudly in satisfaction as he took them hard, slapping their asses, biting their breasts, and pulling their hair and tails while thrusting deep and forcefully.

Afterward, still breathing heavily, the three looked at Liora.

"Now do the same with her," they told him.

Liora, who had been watching everything with wide eyes, panicked immediately. "Wait— No! That’s not normal sex! I can’t—"

But the three women ignored her protests. They pushed Vikram toward her, insisting he treat her the same way.

In the end, Vikram nodded. He grabbed Liora firmly and pulled her close.

From that moment, Liora felt like a helpless lamb caught in the claws of a powerful wolf.

She experienced the full force of Vikram’s primal desire, his hand slapping her round ass until it turned red, his fingers molding and biting her breasts, pulling her maroon fluffy tail hard while slamming into her from behind, and yanking her hair to arch her back as he went even deeper.

She was taken roughly, without mercy, two times that night.

By the time it was over, Liora was completely exhausted, drained, and covered in marks. She fell asleep almost instantly, curled up tiredly between the other women.

---

After ten days of relentless campaigning, Vikram successfully conquered the entire eastern part of the Mist Forest.

When the final report reached the leadership, Elder Rowan, the Mist King, and even the visiting Sand King were visibly pleased. The Mist King personally stepped forward and placed a heavy hand on Vikram’s shoulder.

"From today onward, the First and Second Hunting Teams will also fall under your command."

Vikram bowed deeply.

The Mist King continued, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "If you can completely exterminate every last zombie from the entire Mist Forest, your position as the next Alpha and future King of the Mist Pack will be fully restored."

Vikram’s eyes burned with determination. "I will not disappoint you, Grandfather."

---

Days Became Weeks. Weeks Became Months.

Mission after mission, Vikram led the combined hunting forces deeper into the forest. The scale of operations grew larger with each passing week as all three Hunting Teams now answered to him.

Each battle was different. Sometimes he synchronized with the Warrior Treekin, gaining powerful blade techniques. Other times, he called upon the Guardian Treekin for binding vines or the Fire Treekin for devastating explosive barrages. Although he could only sync with one random ability at a time, Vikram gradually mastered the art of adapting to whatever power he received.

His personal strength, leadership, and werewolf instincts continued to grow stronger with every victory.

"What are your orders?"

That sentence became the most common phrase he heard on every mission. The squad leaders and warriors no longer found it strange. Whenever Vikram was present, he naturally became the commander.

With time and constant pressure, even his once-uncontrollable anger and lust were slowly brought under firm control. A hint of sloth that had lingered in his previous self also faded away through relentless discipline.

And after one full month of intense campaigning...

Vikram finally cleared every last zombie from the entire Mist Forest.

---

That same evening, Elder Rowan entered the council hall with a proud stride.

"The first trial is complete."

The Mist King slowly looked up from his seat. A rare expression of deep pride appeared on his face as he thought about his grandson.

He had watched Vikram grow from a reckless, arrogant youth into a true leader capable of commanding the entire Mist Pack army.

"Summon every elder," the Mist King ordered, his voice resonating with authority. "And notify every hunting squad. It is time... for Vikram to become Alpha again."

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The following morning, a deep, resonant horn echoed across the Mist Pack.

Every werewolf stopped what they were doing.

This was not the horn for a routine hunt.

It was the Assembly Horn, a summons that could only be sounded when every elder, squad leader, and warrior was required to gather.

Within minutes, hundreds of werewolves filled the central square.

Vikram stood quietly among the hunting squads, his expression calm despite the countless eyes occasionally drifting toward him.

A moment later, the Mist King slowly rose from his throne.

His sharp gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on his grandson.

"I have watched Vikram for the past several months."

His voice carried effortlessly across the silent square.

"When he began this trial, he possessed nothing. No title. No authority. He was merely another warrior fighting on the battlefield."

The crowd remained silent.

The Mist King’s voice grew heavier with pride.

"And yet... through his own actions, he accomplished what no title could ever grant. He earned the trust of those who fought beside him."

His gaze shifted toward the hunting squads.

"If another zombie horde descended upon us today... Who would you choose to lead you?"

Silence lingered for only a heartbeat.

Then someone shouted from the crowd.

"Vikram!"

Another voice followed.

"I’d follow Young Master Vikram!"

Soon, more voices joined in.

"Vikram!"

"Vikram!"

"Vikram!"

The chant spread like wildfire until the entire square shook with the sound of hundreds of warriors calling his name. Even the squad leaders nodded without hesitation.

The Mist King raised a hand.

Instantly, the square fell silent once more.

A faint smile appeared on his usually stern face.

"The first trial... has been completed."

He looked directly at Vikram.

"You have proven that true leaders are not followed because of their title... they are followed because others choose to trust them."

Vikram stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Grandfather."

The Mist King continued,

"From this day onward... I restore your position as the Alpha of the Mist Pack."

A wave of excitement swept through the crowd.

Before anyone could react further, the Mist King spoke again.

"And I hereby appoint you as the Commander of every hunting squad within the Mist Pack."

This time, genuine shock spread through the square. The appointment carried even greater weight than his restored title. The Mist King wasn’t simply giving Vikram back what he had lost, he was entrusting him with the lives of every warrior in the pack.

"If you can lead this pack to greater victories... if you can reduce needless casualties... and if every warrior willingly accepts your command... then you will have truly proven yourself worthy of becoming the next Mist King."

Just then, a frantic voice shattered the atmosphere.

"Your Majesty!"

Everyone turned.

A scout sprinted into the square before dropping to one knee, breathing heavily.

"A massive zombie migration has been detected! It’s advancing toward the southern border!"

The entire crowd tensed.

"Estimated numbers?"

The Mist King’s voice remained calm.

"Over three thousand!"

The scout swallowed.

"We’ve also confirmed at least fifteen evolved zombies."

Murmurs immediately spread through the assembled warriors. Such a force hadn’t appeared in over a year.

Yet the Mist King showed no concern. Instead, he slowly turned toward Vikram.

"Commander. The Mist Pack awaits your orders."

Hundreds of warriors instinctively shifted their eyes toward him.

Not a single voice questioned the command.

Vikram stepped forward without hesitation.

"Scout. Describe the terrain."

"The horde will reach the southern canyon within two hours."

A sharp light flashed through Vikram’s eyes. He knelt and quickly sketched the surrounding terrain into the dirt with a stick.

"They outnumber us. So we don’t fight them on open ground."

He pointed toward the narrow canyon.

"We force them into a bottleneck. First and Second Squads hold the canyon entrance. Third Squad builds barricades behind the front line. Fourth and Fifth Squads hide along both cliffs. When the horde enters... attack from above."

He looked toward the reserve warriors.

"The remaining squads stay behind the canyon. If the front line weakens, reinforce immediately."

Then his expression hardened.

"Prepare every oil barrel. Sharpen every spear. Move the elders, and children deeper into the village."

He swept his gaze across every warrior present.

"And remember... no one fights alone. If any squad is surrounded, the nearest squad abandons its current target and reinforces them immediately."

The square fell into complete silence.

The squad leaders exchanged glances before nodding almost simultaneously. Every order perfectly matched the terrain. Every contingency had already been considered.

Without a single objection, they saluted.

"Understood, Commander!"

Moments later, the entire Mist Pack burst into motion, transforming from a peaceful village into a perfectly coordinated war machine.

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