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Chapter 400: A Game of Cat and Mouse
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
Tiers of the Warrior class and their characteristics:
In order to be a One-star Warrior, not only does the person need to be trained in their chosen weapon, they need to have Aura Perception as well. Aura Perception is the internal ability to sense Fighter’s Aura. Just by possessing Aura Perception, one’s body is strengthened to some extent.
In order to qualify as a Two-star Warrior, one has to be able to utilise their Aura Perception to activate the Fighter’s Aura within themselves. By doing so, they are able to exhibit physical prowess surpassing that of a normal human being.
A Three-star Warrior has to be able to temporarily manifest his Fighter’s Aura in a simple layer around one’s body. Such a manifestation increases the Warrior’s defence temporarily to the point where anyone below the level of Three-star wouldn’t be able to even harm this Warrior.
A Four-star Warrior is not only able to manifest his Fighter’s Aura, but to project it as an attack as well. Such an attack could reach up to several meters in range and is one of the main ways a Warrior can attack from a distance.
A Five-star Warrior’s signature ability is to wrap his weapon in Fighter’s Aura, increasing its power in the process.
A Six-star Warrior is one who is able to manifest his Fighter’s Aura as a shield. When condensed into a shield, the Warrior’s Fighter’s Aura is able to provide an astonishing level of defensive power, even rivalling the heavy weaponry of the Dwarves.
A Seven-star Warrior’s defining characteristic is his Aura Protection. By focusing his will, a Seven-star Warrior is able to manifest his Fighter’s Aura into an automatic defensive layer around his entire body. This layer is basically an upgraded version of the Aura Shield used by a Six-star. It is able to provide an all-around defense and is one of the strongest means a Seven-star can employ to defend himself.
An Eight-star Warrior experiences what is known as Aura Awakening that enhances the Warrior with certain special properties. For example, they might be able to focus their Fighter’s Aura into an Earth defensive ability known as Stoneskin. Or perhaps they can fire off Windblades with a swing of their weapons.
Finally, in order to qualify as a Nine-star, one has to be able to activate a Territory. Such Warriors are also known as Saint-class, the equivalent of an Overlord amongst Devils.
—The Tiers of the Warrior Class and their Respective Abilities
In the blink of an eye, my Mana Feathers trap was set. The four Dark Elves were completely surrounded by them but I dared not activate them for now. I lowered their mana signature to the lowest possible level and, having done that, I stopped firing off my Mana Feathers as well. Hopefully, they would mistake this as me running out of mana -that was my battle plan.
As expected, the Dark Elven Warriors fell for it. In their minds, they probably thought that such a wide area-of-effect spell would definitely consume an enormous amount of mana. If I wasn’t able to defeat them with this single spell, there would surely be a period of weakness. My feint only served to confirm this suspicion.
Too bad, it’s all just a ruse!
The Dark Elves had no ability to fly so they could only toss throwing knives my way. I easily dodged these projectiles with a flap of my wings, nullifying the threat these eight throwing knives posed in an instant. Even so, there was still a lingering sense of danger at the back of my head.
Hold on. What was that silvery light behind those throwing knives? A thread… At the same time as those throwing knives flew past me, they brought a faint thread-like substance before me that vaguely resembled a spider’s silk.
Amazingly, those eight throwing knives all landed at the same spot, and upon clashing with each other, actually did a one-eighty to circle around me rapidly, binding me tight!
With my wings bound up, I could no longer control my flight and began falling…
“Be careful, do not hurt her!” The Dark Elven clan leader anxiously called out to her four elite warriors, clearly worried by my uncontrolled freefall. These Warriors promptly took down their protective barrier -most likely because they no longer saw me as a threat- and rushed to catch me before I landed.
Yet that was exactly what I wanted them to do. My Mana Feathers had been lying in wait all this while just for this exact moment!
Rising Feathers!
The multitude of dormant Mana Feathers immediately began to stir. Like a speeding bullet, they took to the air and rushed for the encircled Dark Elven Warriors, catching them right when they let their guard down…
Because of the sheer speed of these projectiles, and because they were also preoccupied with saving me, they couldn’t enact their protective spells even if they wanted to. When I activated these feathers, I made sure to show some mercy towards them. However, the sheer number would still be enough to render them helpless. I definitely wasn’t planning to make an enemy out of these Dark Elves by killing four of their elite warriors right in their very nest -I would be the one to suffer if that were to happen.
Unfortunately, this well-laid plan was doomed to failure, because I had underestimated these opponents of mine.
My Mana Feathers continued bearing in on these female warriors, but they seemed to pay them no heed at all. The moment they crashed into their targets, they were immediately blocked by a strange barrier seemingly made of Aura. Just like that, the four of them made it to me unharmed, one of them even catching me in the process and raising me up into the air, like how one would show off a cat.
Impossible… I have the mana pool of a Six-star, and the damage of my Rising Feathers isn’t something to be scoffed at either. I won’t say that they can definitely kill a Six-star, but they should at least be able to severely injure a Five-star, especially when they weren’t prepared for it. So why are they completely unharmed?!
“They are all Seven-star Magisters, an attack of that level isn’t going to work on them.” The clan leader crossed her legs, stroked her chin and looked at me bemusedly. She then lightly smiled before continuing, “after all, Seven-star Warriors have the ability to cast Aura Protection. Normal attacks wouldn’t even harm them.”
Aura Protection…so the Dark Elves I’ve been fighting with were all Seven-star elites. No wonder they didn’t even bother reacting to my Rising Feathers… But that doesn’t make any sense at all, didn’t they just erect that mana dome just now? If those feathers can’t hurt them, they shouldn’t have to cast that dome either.
Just as I thought that, the clan leader promptly answered, “They didn’t know how strong your feathers were previously. And you are a Fallen Angel, after all. We should at least show you some level of respect.” My thoughts must have been clearly written on my face…
Respect… Fine, you win this round. But don’t think that I’m giving up just yet.
The clan leader received me gently from her subordinate but had no intention at all of loosening the thread binding. She plopped me down on her lap and began stroking my face like a plaything, eyes a little glazed over. “Such a beautiful little thing, I just want to marry you, then…”
“Then what? To be honest, how about we just skip the marriage? I can’t even bear a child with you…swinging for the same team is fine and dandy… but we will never have a child, so how about you just let me go…”
For the first time in my entire life, I was extremely thankful for my pee pee being on vacation. Rather than be captured by a bunch of Dark Elves, I would much rather die… Hold on, didn’t she just say that she hasn’t gotten married yet? So could she still be a…
“Oh, don’t worry about that.” The clan leader gently stroked my brows. “Us Dark Elves have a secret art passed down to us by the goddess Lolthe that allows females to have a child with each other.”
“…” What the potato? That’s possible too? I know I’m uninformed and all, but really…
“It’s true.” The clan leader eyed me from top to toe like a hunter eyeing her prey, then gently spat out what had to be the most bloodthirsty thing I had ever heard. “As long as I devour you, I can use that secret art to bear your child.”
!@##%#…is that even legal?
Hearing her say that, I could literally feel the soul leaving my body right now.
Seeing as I was shaken by that revelation, the clan leader quickly said, “Don’t worry, I can’t bear to eat you, at least not before I have my way with you.”
“…and when would that be?” At times like this, stalling would probably be for the best.
However, she didn’t answer me directly, instead continuing to play this game of cat-and-mouse with me. “Who knows.”
That’s it! I’ve had it with this woman!
In order to break free from this evil lady, I immediately lit my body on fire with my Nether Flames. As expected, my Nether Flames was something even she couldn’t handle directly. The moment she came into contact with a single mote of flame, she immediately pushed me away. Unfortunately for her, it was already too late. Her body had come into contact with my own.
Not only did the Nether Flames start to burn that Dark Elf, the threads binding me began to burn as well. A second after she pushed me over, I flapped my wings to stabilise myself quickly, then quickly beat a hasty retreat before she could capture me again.
“Nether Flames?!” Not at all interested in my retreat, the clan leader looked down at the Nether Flames burning her body and paused in shock. She did not expect a Four-star like me to actually be able to handle such a fearsome power.
Yet just when I thought that she was going to be burnt to a crisp, the clan leader casually waved her hands and the flames were instantly put out. In fact, it seemed like even her clothes were damaged by the flames…
“They are indeed Nether Flames, it’s just too bad that your level is too low for them to show their true power.” She gave me an interested look. “Dear, how about you just quietly come along, I promise I won’t eat you.”
“How about you just shove it.”
“Shove it?” While she might not have understood what those words were supposed to mean together, but she had this strange feeling that she had just been insulted. Her face immediately darkened. “If I can capture you once, I can capture you twice. Stop being so naughty and just come along quietly.”
“You want to capture me again? I’m afraid it won’t be so easy this time.”
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Devil Evolution Catalogue Chapter 399
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Chapter 399: A Proposal? I Refuse!
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
My name is Three-timing Bast— No, my name is Mo Ke, and I have just been summoned from Purgatory to a new, foreign environment.
The darkness before me stretched upwards a good hundred meters or so into a rocky cave ceiling that somehow made me feel more claustrophobic due to the sheer eeriness it gave off. In front of me was a stalagmite structure that was embedded with purple crystals which emitted a soft glow in all directions. As the light slowly spread out throughout the cave, it just gave the area a more haunted feel than if it had just been pitch blackness.
Right in front of me were a bunch of humanoids with red eyes, silvery white hair and skin as white as a ghost. Seeing their pointy ears and eyes filled with an ominous abundance of desire, I knew I had landed myself in a rather extraordinary situation…
“Purple wings!”
Exclaimed a female seated on top of a distant bejewelled throne. She wore a revealing black long dress that barely covered her ample bosom. Her elegant features shone with a dainty whiteness that seemed to give her skin a translucent, almost ethereal quality to it. Her silvery hair was tied up behind her head, while her red eyes shone like the reddest of rubies. No matter how one looked, this icy beauty was no ordinary person.
Her eyes were wide with obvious shock, but they also held an unmistakable passion within them, the kind of passion that threatened to swallow me within a second if I was not careful…
“Ummm… if you don’t mind me asking…where am I exactly? Who is my summoner?”
Most of the time, a summoning ritual had a designated summoner, like that Occultist who summoned me forcefully roughly two years ago. Strangely, I couldn’t feel who the current summoner was. Or perhaps there wasn’t a designated summoner to begin with?
“Don’t worry, my dear little brother, you’re already at the level of an Overlord. Unless the person who summoned you is a Demigod, they can’t force a summoning pact on you.”
I had to say, it was at times like this that I really felt I could depend on Ferti’nier. The moment that question popped into my head, she was already there with an answer waiting.
‘Well, since you opened your mouth to tell me this, I assume you know who these ghostly pale humanoids are then.’
“Little brother, have you heard of the Dark Elves?”
‘Dark Elves… that’s right! I remember now. Roscar once told me that Dark Elves were of this character… and here I was thinking that they all had charcoal black hair. But didn’t he also say that they were all extremely evil, cruel, chaotic, vindictive, selfish… essentially any negative adjective you could think of could be applied to them aptly.’
‘But how did I end up in Dark Elf territory and what should I do next? They won’t just have their way with me and then kill me, right?’
Unfortunately, that last question went unanswered. After answering that first question, Ferti’nier went completely silent, no matter how many times I tried to call for her.
Blast it… she’s back to popcorn mode again. I swear, can’t she just be a little more reliable…looks like it’s up to me again.
“Summoner? That would be me then.” The icy queen of a Dark Elf sauntered down from her throne and right up to me. With a gentle flick of her long, slender fingers, she hooked my lower chin upwards and brazenly appraised me. I could instantly see the coldness from her eyes fade in that moment. Instead, they burned with an intense fire that almost made me melt on the spot.
“It’s you?” I titled my head away to avoid her burning gaze then shyly smiled. “I don’t feel any sort of pact between us…”
“That’s because I haven’t signed a pact with you. Before that, however…”
She seductively winked at me, then leaned in so close I could feel the heat of her breath on me…
“I’m sorry, but we just met. Isn’t it a little hasty for that…”
“Hahaha… you’re so boring.”
The Dark Elven beauty was not to be deterred by my words. She continued leaning in ever closer in a bid to enact what would surely bring a brilliant red blush to my cheeks. Seeing that the situation was only going to get worse by the second, I immediately slided backwards a decent distance away.
“How about we get down to proper business instead?” Having evaded her brazen embrace, I warily eyed her and maintained a safe distance from her. “What did you summon me for?”
“Of course, it’s to ask for your help with a certain matter.” She stuck her tongue out, licked her pale lips then sent me a flying kiss. “But that’s before I met you. Now that I have, I think we have something much more important to do first…”
“Something much more important?”
Hearing that, my eyebrows instinctively twitched. She’s clearly planning something inappropriate right now -just look at her acting like a harlot towards me! The problem is I don’t want to have anything between us, not to mention that I can’t right now…
“That’s right. I suddenly have this urge to get married… and the target is you.” At that, she coyly blushed. “It’s all your fault for being so beautiful, even I can’t help but be moved.”
“Marrrriaaggee… cough… I refuse!” I’m not such a casual person at all, never ever. And all that talk about marriage? I think I’ll pass, I’m not so thirsty that I will just hump the first humanoid female I see.
“Why do you reject me… this body of mine hasn’t even experienced its first marriage yet…” Hearing me reject her so vehemently must have had an immense impact on her as the next moment I could see tears beginning to form in her eyes. “Don’t you like me?”
I looked at her once more, my head throbbing a little from the sheer irony of this situation. She was beautiful. So beautiful that any man would go soft in the legs upon seeing her. Too bad, I didn’t go soft for her. And while I might not get hard for her… No, no, no… and while I might have any way to get hard for her right now… I could still safely say that I would never choose a Dark Elf.
I would rather marry a Devil than marry a Dark Elf. In terms of cunniness, the two were a match for each other. But at the very least, I was counted as a noble blood amongst the Devils, meaning they either submitted to me or tried to take me by force. Not that anyone had ever succeeded up till now. Those that tried were already dead.
The Dark Elves were different. They were cruel and merciless. My bloodlines counted for nothing amongst them. What was loyalty even? Something edible?
There was no way I would ever marry a Dark Elf. Especially that particular Dark Elf. I might as well carve the word stupid on my face if I were to do that. And not just the usual kind of stupid either.
“Lady, we just met, alright? Isn’t it a little too fast for marriage or what not?! Besides, I’m not interested in you, so if there’s nothing else, I’m off.”
“You want to leave? That won’t do, I’ve already made up my mind about this.”
Seeing her so dead set on me from the very beginning, a thought suddenly occurred to me. Something that I had completely taken for granted till now. “About that… what do you think my gender is?”
“Even though you’re a girl, a very cute girl, but love is noble. Love can conquer everything: race, age and even gender! No one can stop love, not even you!:
“…” I get it now, she’s swinging for the same team as well.
“So let’s get married, gorgeous.”
“No!”
Since words were clearly not going to work, that only left fighting as an option. Even though I still couldn’t figure out how strong this lady was, I couldn’t feel the pressure of an Overlord from her. There was the possibility that she was hiding her strength, but even so, she shouldn’t be an Overlord. As long as I employed the Devil King Idol, I should still be able to carve a path out.
“You won’t listen to reason, then don’t blame me for being rough.” The beautiful Dark Elf didn’t immediately launch herself at me after saying that. Instead, she returned to her throne then turned to the four female Dark Elves on her left and right. “Be gentle with my baby.”
“Understood, clan leader.”
The four still-as-a-statue Dark Elves immediately launched into action upon receiving the order. They acted in perfect unison and with alarming speed that only grew faster by the second till they finally reached me. They were armed with all manner of weaponry: daggers, long swords, shields, etc. But they chose not to use any of them; they were probably afraid of harming me if they did so.
I had to admit though, these Dark Elves were all very beautiful. These four warriors were all blessed with the perfect curves for a female. Even their tight leather armors weren’t enough to keep down the mountains that were their bosoms… especially when they jiggled…blast it… the physics is too strong for my eyes…
Faced with the oppressive might of these four elites, I made the swift decision to take to the air immediately. As I did so, I did not forget to rain down a blanket of feathers at them. These mana feathers rained down on them like arrows, causing them to even panic a little, most likely because they had never faced such an all-encompassing attack before.
Yet I didn’t think that such an attack was enough to take care of all of them. Even if it left them startled for a second, these four elites were definitely at the top of their class for their Star level. In just the blink of an eye, they came up with the perfect way to counter this wide-area spell. The four of them came close to each other, back against the other, then extended their arms outwards forming a perfect half-dome that shielded them in an instant.
This spell of mine was great for its overwhelming numbers, but if there was a weakness to be had, it would be that its strength wasn’t high. Even a simple mana barrier could block a feather’s attack. That was why the moment that dome was erected, my mana feathers were basically useless.
But that was within my expectations as well. After all, these four warriors were all standing besides that clan leader of theirs. That meant they weren’t just your ordinary Dark Elves. I calmly redirected the mana feathers to avoid ramming into the dome, preventing them from being wasted on such a fruitless endeavour. By doing so, the mana feathers began to fall outside of the dome, slowly forming a ring of feathers around these unsuspecting Dark Elves…
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Devil Evolution Catalogue Chapter 398
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Chapter 398: Epilogue (Final)
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
As walking blood banks for Vampires, Blood Ghouls were often selected from amongst ordinary humans because they were easier to raise.
Nearly all Blood Ghouls could be found amongst the various missing persons’ list from every city. The value of a Blood Ghoul depended on an array of factors not limited to appearance, blood quality, health, purity and etc. Purity referred to whether the subject was a virgin or not.
Under normal circumstances, a young man or woman with a healthy body would usually possess blood of a high quality, especially when they were virgins. Beautiful female virgins in particular were seen as a delicacy by the Vampires, even more so if they were strong as well. For those reasons above, the majority of Blood Ghouls tended to be relatively beautiful teenage girls.
Blood Ghouls could be separated into three tiers. First, an Inferior Blood Ghoul meant that his blood quality was bad. Most of the time, such a Blood Ghoul would be left to die after his first offering. Even if such a Blood Ghoul somehow managed to survive the first offering, it would be difficult for them to survive the second because of recovery issues.
B-grade Blood Ghouls fared slightly better. Their blood quality tended to be of a higher quality, which meant that they usually received some form of reward after their first offering. This reward mostly came in the form of recovery medicines that allowed them to replenish their blood and health in preparation for the next offering.
Finally, there were the A-grade Blood Ghouls. Blood Ghouls of this tier boasted the highest quality blood and were usually picked from the most beautiful of boys or girls. Such Blood Ghouls were often treated as Vampires-to-be. If their master ever wanted an offspring, they would be the first candidates for such a position.
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Looking at that disgusting Blood Ghoul preparing to charge at a still adorably oblivious Nenenth who was waving happily at her, was it any wonder that Nicole was practically on her toes right now with worry. Yet all she could do from here was yell loudly, “Neneth, be careful!”
“Eh?” Nenenth paused for a second. Shouldn’t her sister be happy to see her right now? Why was she asking her to be careful? This adorably dense girl wasn’t like a normal person in how her brain worked. The moment her one-track mind realised that Nicole was here, she had completely forgotten about the fact that she was still in an exam…
“Look, sister Nicole, Neneth has become strong as well!~~” She still couldn’t figure out why her sister told her to be careful, but that clearly wasn’t going to stop her from being her adorably stupid self. She continued waving her left hand at Nicole, but with her right, she began spinning her door-sized sword around in a flourish. “Look. Neneth is so strong now!~~”
Just as she began spinning her sword around, that Blood Ghoul just so happened to charge right at her and… tragedy happened. That B-grade Blood Ghoul was sent flying away like a poor cockroach. With not much space in the ring to begin with, the cockroach-turned-cannonball smashed into the walls of the arena, leaving a human-shaped hole in the wall…
“Hmmm? Did I hit something just now?” Neneth gave her right hand a confused look. Not noticing any apparent crack or scratch on it, her brows couldn’t help but furrow in confusion. “Perhaps Neneth was too overwhelmed by happiness and began hallucinating?”
“…” Faced with a level of denseness that had exceeded logic, even the frigid goddess that she was couldn’t help but get a headache as she thought to herself, how old is this child even…
Even Aques Lumen couldn’t help but chuckle a little as he said, “I told you so, didn’t I? In terms of strength alone, she’s definitely at the top of her class. As for her weaknesses…”
“They couldn’t be any clearer.” Nicole rubbed her temples a little at that point. “The only thing about her that can graduate is her strength. But if that’s the case, she shouldn’t be a Demon Hunter.”
“It’s not that simple. Yes, she might be strong. But that isn’t enough for me to let her graduate…”
He left his sentence hanging at that point because the fight below was still ongoing.
Even though that Blood Ghoul had been accidentally smacked to death by her sword, that didn’t mean that the test was over either.
“Sister Nicole. Neneth can finally meet you… Neneth misses you so badly…”
Neneth happily walked in the directions of Nicole, still oblivious to the fact that she was taking an exam right now. Yet she had barely taken a few steps when she kicked a mysterious object that almost caused her to trip. Thankfully, her reflexes were above average as well. With a quick grip of both hands on her giant sword and a stab, she halted her momentum right in the nick of time.
But what did I just trip on just now? And what was that weird sensation when I stabbed my sword into the ground? Meh. Doesn’t matter. Nothing’s more important than sister Nicole!
“Tehee~~”
Neneth broke into a silly grin then continued skipping along, giant sword resting above her head, its tip conspicuously dripping with an unknown black substance that she was somehow still oblivious to.
“See that?” Aques Lumen maintained a smile on his face as he turned towards Nicole.
“Mhm.” Nicole nodded her head then answered in a soft voice, “On her path was a Shadow Ghost lying in wait to ambush her. Because of its natural talent for hiding, most people wouldn’t notice it. It was just about to deal her a lethal blow, but when it reached out to do so, she suddenly lost her balance and nearly fell… resulting in her using her giant sword to prop herself up, piercing that Shadow Ghost’s head in the process…”
Having said that, even Nicole couldn’t find the words to describe the situation any further. How much of a coincidence was this?!
A moment of silence for the poor Shadow Ghost who lost his life due to bad luck.
“For a Demon Hunter, merely being strong isn’t enough. Other than martial prowess, a Demon Hunter has to be proficient in other fields as well, because there are opponents that strength alone cannot handle. That is why we exclude students who are strong but aren’t too bright from the beginning… but Neneth is different. Yes, she’s not too bright. Yes, her strength is her only redeeming point and shouldn’t ordinarily qualify as a Demon Hunter. But she has a talent that the vast majority do not have!” Aques Lumen then paused and smiled knowingly at Nicole. “The talent of dumb luck!”
“Dumb luck?”
“That’s right, dumb luck. There are those who would also consider her the favored child of Lady Luck…” As he said that, Aques Lumen pointed towards the approaching Neneth with a hint of envy in his eyes. “I’m sure you’ve seen it already but that Blood Ghoul and Shadow Ghost weren’t even able to land a scratch on her. In fact, they weren’t even worth her attention. Such an ability that allows you to turn misfortune into fortune is truly enviable…”
“…”
Nicole was left speechless.
“If you have no objections, I’ll leave this child in your care.”
“But…”
Nicole wanted to object but Aques Lumen immediately cut her off with a reply that changed her mind immediately. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that child won’t be a burden to you. Besides, don’t you want to have a taste of having your misfortune turned into fortune as well?”
The ability to turn misfortune into fortune, huh… Nicole thought to herself then came to a decision.
“…Understood.”
——-Scene Change——–
The Heavenly Gates of Sin, a floating island at the peak of Abaddon.
Yi Yi stood defiantly before the entrance of the Heavenly Gates. Blocking her way was a young man who was handsome to the point where he left others in despair. He had a pair of luxurious looking purple wings unique to the Fallen Angels. His purple hair flowed down his back like a beautiful waterfall, cutting a stark contrast against his black robes embroidered with gold threads. Even if he had on a warm smile right now, that bit of warmth wasn’t enough to cover up the sheer pride radiating from his very bones.
“Yi Yi, where do you think you’re going?”
“Father, Yi Yi wishes to visit the Western Human Realms.”
“What for?”
“To find Mo Ke.” She coldly replied.
“…denied.”
Just the thought that his precious daughter had, without his knowledge whatsoever, found herself a so-called fiancee was enough to leave Ancerl fuming for days on end. In fact, he nearly experienced a mental collapse the day he found out. The daughter I worked so hard to raise is gone, just like that?
I can bear with that engagement of theirs. After all, I just have to wait for that brat to die and everything will be back to normal. It’s not like our ancestor’s mission is that easy to complete to begin with. But how the heck did that brat actually finish the mission… Actually, isn’t he kind of competent then… but what about my plan to monopolise my daughter’s love… cough ahem… I mean my 100% genuine love and concern for my daughter. No. There will be no marriage, reason or not, there will be no marriage.
“Why?”
“Because you’re still young.”
“Yi Yi is already 78 years old.”
“An ordinary 78 year old human would already be dead now.”
Even though she was right in saying that, in Fallen Angel years, 78 wasn’t even an adult yet.
“You want to go out? Fine. But only once you’re 100.”
“That’s too long.”
“It’s just 22 years. It will pass by in the blink of an eye.”
“But Mo Ke has an additional engagement now, Yi Yi wants to know why.”
“Another engagement…” What the heck? It’s one thing signing an engagement with my daughter, but that brat actually dares to cheat on her?! Twice! I swear I’m going to kill him! Once he is dead, Yi Yi will be mine alone, hahahahah… cough… I mean I just love my daughter!
With that in mind, Ancerl looked Yi Yi right in the eyes and said, “How about your father kill him for you?”
“No.”
“Then stay in your home, and don’t come out till you’re 100.”
“…” Yi Yi thought about it for a second then complied with her father.
As Ancerl watched his daughter slowly disappear into the distance, he suddenly had a thought: how about I kill that brat right now? Hold on, wasn’t he supposed to be in Sable Radiance? What is he doing in the Western Human Realms then?
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Devil Evolution Catalogue Chapter 397
NAME CHANGE ALERT! Read the first paragraph for more info.
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Chapter 397: Epilogue (4)
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
(NAME CHANGE: Clear Water Mirror to Aques Lumen. Because Clear Water Mirror is a horrible name…)
The Kingdom of Tarnia, the Western Human Realm.
Demon Hunter Branch Division, Azure City.
Nicole knocked and pushed open the door to Aques Lumen’s office. Even when faced with a powerful figure like Aques Lumen, this teenager’s face remained cold and expressionless. In truth, had it not been for that staff at the reception desk informing her right when she returned from her mission that Aques Lumen was looking for her, she would have already gone off to take on another mission.
“Teacher.”
“Mhm. The mission proceeded smoothly?” The man gave his favourite disciple a warm smile then eyed her up and down. Seeing that she was unharmed and immaculate, he nodded his head. “You’ve been completing your missions rather fast recently, how about a break every once in a while?”
“There’s no need.” She coldly spat out those words.
“Sigh. You’re too uptight.” Aques Lumen sighed before continuing, “Normal Demon Hunters require a month to complete each mission, but you’ve at least completed three already… I’m afraid you will collapse…”
“Teacher.” She suddenly interrupted him, body just about ready to turn around and leave. “If there’s nothing else you wish to talk about, I’ll be off.”
“Weren’t you very sure that your younger brother was consumed by a Devil?”
“…”
The information she gained from Chaik Village had nearly caused a mental collapse. The only way she could deal with that shock was to push herself to the point of mental abuse in order to cope. Whenever she had free time, she would be haunted by that same unending nightmare. Mo Ke’s cries for help would resound thunderously in her eyes as he was chewed to pieces by a Devil. Then, he was gone… and she was helpless to stop that. At that point, she would wake up in tears.
Being the caring sister that she was, her first thought was that his departure was caused by her negligence.
From the very beginning, Nicole and Roscar knew that Mo Ke was a child who was mature for his age. He knew more than he should have for a child, and the look he gave her was never one of a sibling’s. Had it not been for me… was what she always told herself as she wept. But there were no ifs in this world. Mo Ke wasn’t coming back -he had been eaten by a Devil. Even more egregious was that the Devil who ate him actually thought of himself as her younger brother… unforgivable!
Aques Lumen’s words made her whip her head around, eyes sharp as daggers as she stared at her teacher. Her rosy red lips were slightly ajar, but she chose not to say a word in the end.
“Sigh…”
Seeing Nicole push herself like this made his heart ache, but all he could do was shake his head in resignation. This student of his was perfect in every way -talent, intelligence, there was nothing she wasn’t the best at – except that her heart had been filled to brim with vengeance. At this rate, a day would come when she would completely destroy herself.
All that was sustaining her now was her need for vengeance. Yet such hatred only made a person’s heart narrower. The more hate she had, the more painful it got, and the more lost as well. Once one fell into the endless void that was vengeance, there was no one coming out of that self-imposed imprisonment.
“Honestly, I still have my doubts. Your younger brother… in other words, that Devil you met at your home… might just be your…”
“Teacher!” Nicole interrupted the man once more. Her crystal-like eyes shone with a barely disguised anger that seemed directed at this handsome young man. “Devils all deserve to die!”
“…” Aques Lumen immediately grimaced to himself. “Alright then, that’s enough therapy for now. However, I do in fact have an important matter for you. This time, I hope you won’t interrupt me.”
“Understood.”
Having interrupted her teacher twice now, even she felt she was being a little rude to her teacher, thus that request went smoothly.
“The situation is like this: I need you to bring a newcomer…”
“I refuse…”
“…” Aques Lumen’s handsome face almost fell apart at that point. “I know you’re really busy, but we already agreed just now, you will let me finish.”
“…please continue, teacher.”
“Ahem.” Aques Lumen cleared his throat before continuing, albeit a little more exasperated than before. “Her talent with Fighter’s Aura is top-rate, and she’s even a few years younger than her classmates. But in terms of other matters, she’s just a hot mess… Even if her prowess are formidable for her age, I don’t feel secure letting her out. That’s why I hope you will help out with this matter.”
“I…” Nicole nearly said to just let such an unreliable student fail, but before she could even finish, she was immediately interrupted.
“This is an order! It would be a shame to not let her graduate, and even if you wanted to reject this mission, you should at least see her first.”
“The outcome will still be the same.” She coldly replied.
“Don’t be so certain.” As he said that, Aques Lumen stood up and waved at Nicole. “Come, we’ll see that child now. I’m sure you will agree once you see her.”
“…”
Nicole really wanted to say no, but she gave up in the end and just followed him out of the office. The two of them ended up entering one of the training ground’s sections. It was built with a spectator’s stand surrounding a circular fighting arena. As one got higher up the stands, the more prestigious that seat was. It was basically a colosseum from Roman times.
Behind the fences of this spectator stand were a bunch of seventeen to eighteen year old kids who were screaming at the top of their lungs, seemingly cheering for their classmate in the ring.
“This semester’s Trainee Demon Hunters are all about to graduate. Once this final exam is over, those who pass it will have completed their training to become a Beginner Demon Hunter.” Their arrival was a nondescript one that escaped the radar of the cheering youngsters below, mostly because they were fully focused on the ring in the center. As they continued walking around the ring, Aque Lumen explained to her, “every semester’s final exam will have a Senior Demon Hunter leading one of the trainees on a mission. Even though you’re just a Journeyman Demon Hunter, but just in terms of combat strength alone, you’re already a top Senior Demon Hunter, so it’s time for you to take on some responsibilities as well.”
“…”
No matter how Aque Lumen tried to persuade her, she remained as tight-lipped as before. Such a cold treatment by his favourite disciple was truly giving him a headache, but he still couldn’t bring himself to scold her. In that case, he could only endure it for now. As the saying went, a daughter was her father’s lover in the past life. And a teacher for a day, but a father for life. In some sense, he felt he was already half a father to her. Yet why did she never seem to reciprocate this affection?
I’m such a failure, Aques Lumen sighed to himself. “Alright then. I won’t say anymore for now. How about you have a look at the match below first.”
Hearing that, Nicole turned around to observe the young girl below who was about to engage in a fight in the ring. The moment she did that however, her icy cold expression cracked apart. All that happened in just one second.
“Neneth!” Nicole reflexively called out to the girl in the ring.
The girl in the ring was thirteen to fourteen years of age, and had a blue head of long hair that reached up to her waist. She wore the simple leather armor given to her by the school while her hands wielded a gigantic sword that was even bigger than herself. With its massive width, it could even function as a door. With a slightly rounded face like an adorable cherub, it was Nicole’s only friend from the academy, Neneth!
“Ah. Sister Nicole!”
Hearing her name yelled out like that, Neneth reflexively turned her head around to find a shocked Nicole staring right back at her. Finally. After all this time, she was able to meet her favourite big sister! Right hand still gripping down on her giant sword, she raised her left arm and began waving at Nicole, completely oblivious to the fact that she was still in an exam…
“It’s the Branch Leader!”
“Isn’t that the Frigid War Goddess?! Ah, what a day this is. No matter how many times I look at her, she’s still that beautiful and moving…”
Following the sound of her voice, the rest of the young Trainee Demon Hunters quickly locked onto where the pair were. A number of girls were already squealing at the handsome Branch Leader while the rest were just awed by the beauty that was Nicole. With how excited their screams were, the scene threatened to spill out of control.
Thankfully, their teacher was nearby and, with a simple few words, brought them all back to reality. No matter how much they complained, the exam had already started.
Down below in the combat ring, a slightly strange looking humanoid slowly walked out from the shadows of the stands towards Neneth…
This strange humanoid was topless and wore a ragged set of trousers. From the looks of things, he was a human male. However, his skin was deathly pale, as if there was no blood flowing in his veins at all. Furthermore, this man seemed to be dragging his body along as he walked forward. His dirty black hair clung to his face, blocking out half of its features, leaving behind only a pair of red eyes that glowed with hunger. He seemed rather frail, but his nails were exceptionally long, and spit practically rained from his hanging mouth full of fangs. His ragged breath was a sure sign that he was about to pounce on the adorable girl in front of him.
“A Blood Ghoul.”
As Nicole stared at the humanoid below, her eyes could barely contain the disgust she felt right now.
Blood Ghouls were the slaves raised by Vampires, and were an existence that straddled the line between a Vampire and a human. Their main purpose was to provide blood for the Vampire. Because of how many times they had been bitten, their bodies had begun to mutate. Yet such a mutation didn’t mean that they were no longer human. Because these Blood Ghouls had never received the Embrace, they weren’t Vampires either.
“Your results were excellent in the past so you received some special treatment from me. Normal students, however, have to face such a graduation exam.
Clearly overtaken by worry, Nicole immediately asked, “and if they fail?”
“There’s usually an invigilator nearby so nothing usually happens.”
Even though he said that, this was still an actual fight. It couldn’t be helped if accidents happened from time to time…
(TL: I’m quite sure I never named Neneth in the past. If you guys remember what I called her in the past, drop me a PM on Discord or leave a comment.)
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Volume 9
- Chapter 399: A Proposal? I Refuse!
- Chapter 400: A Game of Cat and Mouse
- Chapter 401: How A Dark Elf Reproduces
- Chapter 402: A Problem of Identity
- Chapter 403: You Say You Haven’t Married Yet?
- Chapter 404: Are You Sure You’re Not Adopted??
- Chapter 405: Is It Really Alright For You to be So Cute?
- Chapter 406: How A Dark Elf Reproduces
- Chapter 407: So Let’s Have a Chat About You Running Away From Home
- Chapter 408: Is This A Romance Flick?
- Chapter 409: Something’s Wrong Here
- Chapter 410: Where’s the Promised Loli?
- Chapter 411: I Curse You Two to be Siblings Forever!
- Chapter 412: Prison Break?
- Chapter 413: A One-way Teleportation
- Chapter 414: Arachne Cavern
- Chapter 415: Is This Your Idea of a Guarantee?
- Chapter 416: The Ritual Begins?
- Chapter 417: The Spider Horde
- Chapter 418: Dryders
- Chapter 419: Sometimes, You Handle Things Yourself
- Chapter 420: An Ebony Beauty
- Chapter 421: The Spider Queen Descends
- Chapter 422: How About You Be My Daugther?
- Chapter 423: You May Address Me as Your Holiness
- Chapter 424: En Route to the Colosseum
- Chapter 425: Mutual Destruction
- Chapter 426: Brackishwaters Bridge
- Chapter 427: Zurnalin
- Chapter 428: A Bunch of Difficult Women
- Chapter 429: Attack of the Murlocs
- Chapter 430: The Murloc Shaman
- Chapter 431: The Murloc Clanleader
- Chapter 432: Organized Warfare
- Chapter 433: Why Do I Feel Like My Intelligence is Lacking
- Chapter 434: Recruiting The Undermarsh Murlocs
- Chapter 435: A Private Treasure Room
- Chapter 436: A Last Will?
- Chapter 437: When Your Mum Wants to Start a Harem for You…
- Chapter 438: So You Knew and Said Nothing?!
- Chapter 439: Tool Construction
- Chapter 440: An Unfamiliar Ceiling
- Chapter 441: A +11 Epic?!
- Chapter 442: The Colosseum Once More
- Chapter 443: Of Sausages and Their Buns
- Chapter 444: A Sword Dancer and His Partner
- Chapter 445: Fight! Fight! Fight!
- Chapter 446: A Tale of Hatred and Cockroaches
- Chapter 447: An Unexpected Bit of Unexpectedness
- Chapter 448: Awkward…
- Chapter 449: A Giant Pit
- Chapter 450: The Half-Elves
- Chapter 451: A Tongue Made of Acid
- Chapter 452: An Ice Cold Aishael
- Chapter 453: When All Else Fails, There is Always Bread!
- Chapter 454: The Art of Appreciating Artisanal Bread
- Chapter 455: Dignity and Choice
- Chapter 456: Summoning a Steed
- Chapter 457: Attack of Mo Ning
- Chapter 458: A Spousal Dispute?
- Chapter 459: An Unlike Alliance is Formed
- Chapter 460: Shameless Fish
- Chapter 461: Battlefield Surprises
- Chapter 462: Chaos
- Chapter 463: Organised Warfare
- Chapter 464: A False Child of the Goddess
- Chapter 465: It’s Time for Me to Act!
- Chapter 466: A Scheme Behind a Scheme
- Chapter 467: One Must Be Humble At All Times
- Chapter 468: Epilogue (1)
- Chapter 469-1: Epilogue (2)
- Chapter 469-2: Epilogue (3)
Volume 12
Devil Evolution Catalogue Chapter 396
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Chapter 396: Epilogue (3)
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
PATREON ANNOUNCEMENT BELOW.
Abaddon of Sins: Hunter’s Tribe
The Demonic Werewolf Habona stood atop the corpses of countless Demonic Half-orcs, black fur bathed in fresh blood. The fur on her left hand was slightly singed while her right shoulder showed signs of corrosion. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stood there breathing heavily, her face caked with the blood of foes.
“Mistress Habona… are you alright?” The battle had just ended not too long ago when the Lizardwoman Weslin came climbing up the mountain of corpses and gently asked. “Those blasted Half-orcs are unforgivable -hurting Mistress Habona like that…”
“It’s fine… we are the invaders here.” Habona cut off her in a slightly curt tone.
“Even Mistress Habona’s impatient face is… so handsome!~” As she said that, Weslin squealed with both her arms squeezed together like a typical fangirl would, at least it would have been so if she were not a lizard…
Roughly a year ago, Mo Ke and his gang successfully broke the eternal seal on the Prison of the Dead. Those who were in that party with him mostly ended up in Abaddon, except for Mo Ke and a few others who ended up in Purgatory because of an accident.
The Three Hells were once a single world created by the Creator, but because the humans of ancient times committed a grave sin, the Creator destroyed the world with a massive flood. The land of that time was then split into the Three Hells, Purgatory, Abaddon and Gehenna. Of the three, Abaddon was the only untouched piece of land that wasn’t flooded. Strictly speaking, all lifeforms native to Abaddon all claimed ancestry from those ancient times.
Having never gone through the baptism of the apocalypse, the environment was anything but desolate. Nothing like the sulphurous lava lakes of Purgatory, nor like the biting cold winds of Gehenna.
Abaddon was a land filled with countless lifeforms. When Numila and Habona first led the party over to Abaddon, they encountered numerous dangers in the form of the hostile native lifeforms. Even so, it had to be said that the resources in this land were bountiful. Correspondingly, so were the number of inhabitants. Thankfully, the area they first landed at didn’t have too many strong lifeforms. Habona, having broken free of restraints of the Prison of the Dead, evolved rapidly, finally becoming a bonafide Seven-star.
“Tally our spoils and losses this time, we need to hurry back to the tribe.” Habona commanded thusly of Weslin, not at all fazed by the injuries on her body. “Have a messenger send back the battle report as well. Also, where’s Bacarel?”
“The messenger has been sent out. As for Bacarel…” Weslin shook her lizard tail a few times as she did her best to recall. “He should have left to interrogate the captives.”
“Since they are all Half-orcs, having him question them would be for the best. Rest up for now, once the messenger returns, we might have to bring these captives back to the tribe.” Habona turned around at that point to eye the area at which the captives were held. There were a horde of Demonic Half-orcs lined up with both their hands tied up. The ones in charge of watching them were a dozen or so Demonic Half-orcs -they were the subordinates Mo Ke took under his wing in the Prison of the Dead.
Weslin, however, was of a different mind than Habona. “Bring them back? We should just kill them now. These Half-orcs are all stubborn as a rock…”
That suggestion swiftly earned her a disapproving glare from Habona. “We are not strong enough yet. If we were to senselessly kill all our prisoners, that will just make them all afraid and we will never be able to recruit anyone.”
“That’s right. Mistress Habona, you’re so right.” A second. That was all it took for Weslin to forget her stand entirely as she reverently gazed up at the towering figure that was Habona, eyes strained so hard it wouldn’t be surprising if they suddenly turned into red hearts.
Habona didn’t pay her smitten gaze any attention though. She instead tore off an arm from one of the fallen Demonic Half-orcs and began gnawing on it. As she chewed, she continued, “Oh right, what route did we send the messenger off on?”
“The shortest one.”
“The shortest one…” Habona tossed away the arm, then disapprovingly eyed her fangirling subordinate once more. “Why did you send her off on that route? That’s Corvidae territory. I heard those crow men are on high alert recently…will our messenger…”
“She should be fine…” Having been admonished by her idol, her voice couldn’t help but sound a little dejected as she explained further, “Conceloes are able to fly faster than those Corvids. Besides, we need the report handed in as soon as possible while the Corvidae haven’t detected us.”
“I understand your reasoning, but it’s still too risky.” Habona paused at that point, then after some thought, came to a swift decision. “Send someone out to check, ensure that the messenger doesn’t come to harm.”
“Alright.”
After an entire year’s work, Numila had successfully banded the entire group into a new tribe.
Their settlement was hollowed out from an entire mountain. The design for such a massive undertaking came from No.5 who had mysteriously gained a massive repository of knowledge recently. In actuality, No.5 wasn’t all that keen on the project himself, at least not when he had to be the one supervising it. However, he was no match for Mo En… so that was what he got stuck with.
Because Mo Ke ended up in Purgatory, no one found it strange that their settlement was carved out of a mountain. In fact, the idea of staying in a house seemed weirder… after all, only those Demonic Half-orcs stayed in houses, and they weren’t exactly the most popular ones around. That was why everyone ended up being a caveman…
Deep within the recesses of their mountain settlement, Numila was currently holding a meeting with the rest of the leaders of their tribe.
The meeting room itself had no torchlights, but the walls were dotted with countless orange luminescent crystals. These crystals not only replaced the function of a torch, they were also an exotic accessory.
Right in the center was a table and a set of chairs carved out of the mountain rock itself, meaning that they were connected directly to the ground. Out of everyone present in the room, Numila was the closest to Mo ke. Not only that, with Flametail boosting her combat prowess, she was on par with Habona. Because of those two reasons, she became the head of this newly formed tribe.
“The messenger has just returned. Habona has successfully ambushed the northeastern Demonic Half-orc tribe and achieved a resounding victory.”
With the meeting in full swing, Numila was naturally the one who spoke up first. “But the messenger almost ran into a Corvidae patrol on her way back. Based on that, we can judge that those Corvids are starting to become more wary of us.”
“A five thousand strong Demonic Half-orc tribe is nothing to sniff at -it’s just too bad they underestimated Habona’s destructive power too much.” Seated to the left of Numila, it was Eugenia who continued the report, “Our next target should be those arrogant Corvids, but to do that…”
Having said that, she turned her gaze towards Julia seated opposite of her.
Julia, the Five-star Lust Demon wife of Mo En, nodded back at Eugenia then thought for a second before speaking up, “In terms of combat preparations, we should be fine. We stumbled across a number of lone Lust Demons not too long ago -there were even two Five-stars amongst them. I’ve already taught them the Dark Alchemy imparted to me by the Master. The results aren’t perfect, but the weapons they produce are usable. Throwing spears shouldn’t be an issue…”
“As long as we have those spears, it’s enough.” Numila commended her on her progress. “Throwing spears is just we need to fight those crowmen.”
“As of right now, our warehouse has twenty thousand throwing spears, that should be enough to take on their tribe in the upcoming war.”
The meeting had been progressing smoothly up till now. High above the table, the Evil Eye, Evilin gently swished its feelers about. Using its psychic powers, it directly spoke into the minds of those present. “If I humbly may ask of Mistress Numila, did the messenger mention how many Demonic Half-orcs were captured this time?”
“Roughly three thousand or so, but the majority are elderly or injured.” Her lips curled into a slight smile as she said, clearly satisfied by how it addressed her.
“You can leave the injured to me, I can use my psychic control on their brains and bring them back up to their peak performance.”
“No!” It was Violet Snow, seated daintily atop the stone table, who raised her vehement objection. “We still have a lot of tribes to conquer. There’s no need for such harsh measures, just let them stay behind in the settlement to help out.”
Since leaving Mo Ke’s side, a whole year had passed yet Violet Snow was still that same tiny white dog. Because of her stature, she had to sit on the table itself in order for the others to see her…
“Worthless. No purpose. Deserves to die.” Seated to the left of Eugenia, Elena immediately voiced her opposition to Violet Snow.
In just a few words, she fully expressed her cruel views on how such captives should be handled. Those who had value should be kept. Those who were useless should just be killed to reduce the burden on the tribe.
Violet Snow immediately turned around to bark at Elena, “those who have surrendered are now our people.”
“Worthless. Waste of resources.”
“Grrrr!!!~~”
Seeing as both sides were about to erupt into battle, Numila hurriedly whipped out Flametail and flew in between them. A wave of scorching heat surged outwards between the two ice-natured creatures, instantly reminding them of the fact that they were still in a meeting.
“Hmph.”
“Hmph.”
The two of them turned their noses away in unison and harrumphed. Despite their differences, these two adorable creatures were surprisingly in sync when it came to displaying their displeasure.
Still, their little argument had thrown the meeting off-course somewhat.
It was at that point that the normally silent Lizardman head, Weslin, suddenly came to the rescue. “Mistress Numila, since the Hunter’s Tribe has been destroyed, does that mean that Mistress Habona and my sister can return? After all, that region is connected to Corvidae territory, I’m afraid they…”
“They can’t return yet, I need you to immediately lead the reinforcements to their location. If the Corvidae haven’t discovered the destruction of that tribe, then you all need to find a way to ambush them. Naturally, I’ll leave the details up to Sister Habona to decide. If it’s really not possible, just return first.” Numila paused in thought for a second before continuing, “Before leaving, go to the warehouse and grab some throwing spears from Julia. I’ll have Elena and Eugenia lead the harpies to join the fight as well. Hopefully, this will be enough to deal them a lethal blow.”
“Alright.” Weslin nodded.
“What about the captives?”
“If you all leave to attack the Corvidae Tribe, then how should the captives be handled? We can’t just kill them all. Even Bacarel can’t control three thousand Demonic Half-orcs by himself.”
“If it’s about the captives, I can have that lazy Devil of mine help out.” As she said that, Julia eyed the decidedly empty seat to her right then rubbed her temples. “Since he won’t even come to the meeting, he should at least help out with this matter.”
“It’s decided then.”
The meeting was finally over. The various parties swiftly left the room to start their new tasks, leaving only Numila behind. As she stood there alone with only her Flametail to keep her accompany as it revolved around her like a planet, she couldn’t help but reach out to grab the fiery weapon even if it was scorching hot.
“I miss you so much… darling.”
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Devil Evolution Catalogue Chapter 395
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Chapter 395: Epilogue (2)
| Author: The Sole Survivor | Original Source: SFACG |
| Translator: CatatoPatch | English Source: Re:Library |
PATREON ANNOUNCEMENT BELOW.
(Author’s note: This chapter is written from the point of view of No.3 because a number of readers were curious about how he viewed Mo Ke. So here we are…)
Recently, the Master hasn’t allowed me to follow her out. Even the most recent excursion was so: she just briefly mentioned that she was going out, then sent me off to do some construction work. Well, I’m just a simple Devil, four limbs and one head, that’s all. I guess I’m just not cut out for politics…
The Safety Zone grows larger by the day, and so does the number of worms within it. The Abyssal golems have been performing better than expected, whether it is fighting or digging.
Even though this task that the Master has given me doesn’t seem too important, I’ll faithfully complete it. But these days without the Master have gone by like years.
How I miss those days when I could always accompany the Master. Back then, there wasn’t a time when I did not have access to the Master’s alluring scent. That scent is just intoxicating. It seeps into my soul, and a day without sniffing it makes me uncomfortable…
My master is just so beautiful, so exalted, so elegant, so strong, so smart and oh so brave… Even if I were to use up all the words in this world to describe my love for the Master, it would only represent a fraction of what it truly was… My love for the Master runs so deep… I just want to compose a poem again to express my longing.
Dear Master, I miss you.
Dear Master, do you miss me?
Dear Master, please let me stay by your side.
I want to protect your beauty, your smile is the only goal I have in life.
My lowly self, loves you more than life.
My lowly self, goes giddy at the sight of you.
My lowly self…
Hmm. How should I end that part?
I knocked myself on the noggin, but it was useless… I have to face up to reality. I’m just not cut out for poetry, but I still want to be a poet!
A serious question has always bothered me: my master is clearly a female Lust Demon, so why does she keep emphasizing that she is a male? How confusing.
There are a million Devils who love the Master, but of those there are only a few true competitors. Like Big 4 and the newcomer, No. 6.
No.6 was just a Small Imp, skinny and lacking in strength. For a Five-star like me who had been blessed with the Original Sin of Wrath, I could easily take on ten of him. But in the battle for the Master’s heart, combat strength wasn’t all that was important. The Master didn’t want us fighting with each other either. That was why I had to constantly control myself to not beat up No.6.
Ever since the Master evolved into a Fallen Angel, the time I had spent with her had basically gone down to zero. The Master once said that there was a heavy burden on her shoulders. But I had no interest in all that talk about destroying the world, I just wanted to be with the Master every second of the day.
I dare not hold any desires towards the Master, because she was exalted and I am lowly.
The mission the Master had given me was to dig a canal that linked the large lava lakes near the capital. By doing so, we could raise more worms to feed our army.
Recently, No.6 has been popping by once in a while to check on the work. From him, I’ve gained quite a bit of news, like how there are countless Devils slowly streaming into Sable Radiance.
Even though I don’t like No.6, if he’s able to help me return to the Master’s side faster, I’m willing to owe him a favour. I’ll just make sure not to beat him up in the future.
Since the Master was betrayed by One-eye a year ago, she has only had me and Big 4 to accompany her. That is why she has to leave me behind to handle this task. Right now, the Master is out searching for materials to repair the exchange array. Big 4 is back at the capital guarding it while No.6 is out inspecting.. And he so happens to be here right now.
Seeing No.6 swaggering in with his lackeys really annoyed me to no end, and that made my tone just as hostile. “What are you doing here again?”
“Wasn’t the last time I visited five days ago?” No.6 smirked at me. “The Master has instructed me to patrol the area often, just in case something goes wrong at your end.”
“Hmph. My area is well managed, how can anything go wrong under my watch?”
I hate this No.6 fellow. He oftens goes to leer at the Master. More importantly, the Master seems to favour him… if it’s possible, I should get rid of him.
“That look of yours seems rather dangerous.” Most likely because he sensed the killing intent emanating off me, No.6 began to back away a few steps, at which point the large Imps, Demon Childes, Flame Demons and what not all formed a protective circle around him.
“What’s the meaning of this?”
“I have this feeling that you’re planning to do something to me.” No.6’s smirk only grew more annoying as he said that. “Don’t forget, I have a Soul Pact with the Master. If I die, the Master will definitely find out.”
Hmph. You’re not the only one with a pact with the Master!
I’ve always felt that he was looking down on me and Big 4 in the past. Like he’s looking at a bunch of morons or something. In truth, I knew full well about his potential. He wasn’t just some super fortunate Small Imp. Instead, he had one of the most mysterious Original Sins: the Sin of Sloth.
Every Devil’s inherited memories were different. The Master’s own memories seemed chaotic so it was only natural that she didn’t recognise that No.6 had gained the blessing of Sloth. Those blessed by Sloth were unique amongst Devils. For the most part, they appeared in the form of Small Imps or Large Imps. Even when they raised their star level, their appearance wouldn’t change, because evolution was a form of hard work…
If my hunch was correct, then that No.5 who was always stuck at the level of an Imp, and that Small Imp Mo En in the Prison of the Dead were all blessed by Sloth.
“Don’t forget, this place is under my care.” Before leaving, the Master had given me control of the golems, but No.6 was no fool either. Even if he wanted to have a falling out with me, it wouldn’t be here. Even when faced with his lackeys, I had no intention of backing down, absolutely not.
Perhaps he had seen the resolve in my eyes then, but No.6 suddenly shrugged his shoulders at that point and gestured for his subordinates to step aside.
In truth, No.6 knew just as well as I did that the two of us would never get into a fight with each other; because the Master hated in-fighting.
Other than that, we both signed a Soul Pact with the Master, so we could never ever betray her. This commonality was enough to stay our hands. No matter how much we hated each other, it would never come to the point of life and death.
With his subordinates out of the way, No.6 boldly walked up to me and stared me right in the eyes. A full three seconds passed like that before he finally stated the purpose of his visit. “I’m here to inform you that the Master’s recent trip south has led to the discovery of a number of Devils… I feel that the both of us should cooperate with each other, so that we don’t end up losing our rightful place with the Master.”
“I will always hold that spot in the Master’s heart.”
I was the Devil who had been with the Master the longest, and also the most loyal. Even Big 4 did not measure up to me in terms of loyalty. But I knew what he intended: he was probably worried that his own authority would diminish because of the huge influx of Devils.
“That was just a suggestion.” No.6 smiled at me then unexpectedly turned around to leave. “Remember, I do not wish to be your enemy, ever.”
Just like that, No.6 left with his dozen or so subordinates, only leaving behind that strange reminder in his wake. I had no way of knowing what he was up to, but one thing was certain: if he ever dared to harm the Master, I would be the first to break his neck!
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Devil Evolution Catalogue Chapter 394
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