Blood, its always blood.

Damon was staring into the struggling eyes of the Chief before him. He was unable to move within his spell's grasp. That shit eating grin slowly devolved into a distinctly frightening grimace, a bloodthirsty air shining through in droves.

Damon’s hand dropped, clasping the skull of the Giant Chief, lifting his immense body with ease, and reaching his other hand to the right leg of his victim.

Still staring directly into the eyes of the Giant, Damon began to pull.

And pull.

And pull.

And with bassy screams, came the bursting of the leg he was pulling, completely disconnected from its intended location.

Damon threw the bifurcated leg to the side with such an immense ****, when following its arc, it removed the head of a Giant, unbeknownst to him, as it slumped over.

The group of Giants, who through countless battles and trilans and conquests, had developed a near unbreakable thirst for blood.

But before this sheer might? Their natural instincts told them the consequences of any actions against the being before them.

Only **** awaited.

So they watched on, in the closest thing they had to abject horror.

All the while, Damon went on ripping the limbs from the Giant within his grasp. An arm was gone, both legs were ripped at different segments, losing blood at immense speeds, which was promptly absorbed by the Boundless Barrel, absentmindedly.

Feeling happy with his performance, Damon brought the pained form of the Giant to face him, before beginning to wrench the torso from their neck.

And in that, he found no resistance, ending the life of the tortured Giant, and as he held the separated head in his hands, he held it up to his blood armor, which then promptly absorbed it, placing it ceremoniously upon his right pauldron.

As Damon dropped the remnants of the Chief, he pointed to the crowd of Giants, the same blood thirsty grimace upon his face, and shouted, “Kneel!” As the command resounded through the cavern, a quaking came quickly after, as the crowd of Giants kneeled as quickly as their bodies would allow.

A few were not so quick to acquiesce though, leaving Damon to form a mighty blood axe from his wrist and slamming it through the skulls of the offenders, “Already have a trophy, don’t need their heads.”

After the bloodshed, the axe was absorbed once again, as the four bodies collapsed to the ground, headless and lifeless, as Damon laughed a grim, though hearty, laugh.

The remaining Giants were left shivering in their proverbial boots, utter dread in each and every heart.

As Damon was considering his options, he opened a portal into the lowest level of his home, and as he was looking at the bare interior, he demolished the connecting walls of the rooms, expanding the capacity for the Giants.

With his Omnikinesis, Damon began transporting all the assets of the Giants through the portal as he directed them through as well.

And after nearly five hours, he finished the relocation of four hundred Giants and their stuff, pocketing the gold, a total of 525,990 Gold coins. (Converted to $5,250,990)

After finishing the relocation, and summoning an Ice Elemental for the room, he teleported to the throne room and sat upon his throne, finding the pair he’d left, to be sleeping upon his throne, Ember forming a comfortable bed for Dirpe to sleep upon.

As he sat there, he was slightly bored.

What should he do?

He was sitting upon his throne, stoically staring at a wall in a state of languor.

Slowly, as he drifted off to a restful snooze, he was abruptly interrupted, as a blaring sound burst his ears, a mysterious notification coming with it.

Any more information? Nothing? Well, everything he’d gotten so far had been exceptionally good, so he wasn’t too worried, but what would it be?

Excited, Damon hit yes, and was met with a feminine, though robotic, voice. ‘Hello [Damon Steel], welcome to the Isekai Odyssey Expansion.’

Damon was struck dumb. Isekai? Wasn’t he already isekaied? What was being expanded? And with that question, another popup appeared.

Seeing the menu pop up, Damon was confused at the function, so he absentmindedly clicked on the first quest.

And with that, an ethereal glow began to propagate around his form, slowly awakening the ladies from their rest, but they could only watch on, as the blinding light absorbed Damon completely.

…

As he was absorbed by the light, Damon slowly acclimated to his new surroundings. They weren’t familiar, but that wasn’t much to go on, as he wasn’t too familiar with the terrain of the new world, anyways.

As his gaze was wandering, he received a notification for his Quest.

Still being vague? Too bad.

Damon was in the middle of a vast plane, barren of trees, only hosting a tall grass, though it didn’t reach past his feet.

Damon contemplated for a bit, before using Omnikinesis to tear five hundred perfect spheres from the ground, and upon casting Create Greater Construct, animating each and every one of them, and promptly sent them all flying in every direction imaginable.

Damon closed his eyes, and using Partial Omniscience through his constructs, he surveyed the world as quickly as he could.

Which was quite quick, as after a mere thirty minutes, he had discovered over thirty kingdoms, and of course, the kingdom of the Corrupted Demon, the fallen hero from this world.

How much did this world vary from the other one? Would he be stronger than the other heroes he’d faced? Damon was pondering passively, before teleporting into the castle of the hero.

Slowly, he made his way through the structure, finding each and every corner drab and deteriorating.

Damon teleported once again, this time landing before the throne of his target. Was it this easy? “Rewards here I come.” He was all but celebrating already, before the person before him spoke.