Chapter 109
Chapter 109
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Assemble!
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“What the... What the hell is going on here?”
Succubus Queen Lily brushed off her hands with a sharp clap, as if she'd gotten a speck of dust on them.
She tried her best to act nonchalant, but inside, she was a whirlwind of turmoil.
*Damn it, you bastard!
What the hell is this?!*
The Stigma.
It was known as the trace left by gods who had once dwelled in this world—a mark that could manifest in any human on the continent, proof of their power and a herald of their arrival.
But proof or not, Lily knew it was a power that couldn't be fully utilized until the heavenly race revealed themselves on the continent.
At least, that had been the case until this moment.
“...Lily-nim.
What the heck is that?”
The woman—not “that person” or “that woman,” but bluntly “that thing”—spoke up. Lucia, sharp as ever for a human, had picked up on it immediately.
She was probably hoping Lily might know something. And sure enough, she was spot on.
“It's a Stigma.
Think of it like the one stamped on Winnie—no, Lia's forehead.”
“Huh?”
“Nyaang?
So that thing's a mark too?”
“Yeah.
But unlike Lia's, which is just a lightning-shaped scar, this one's got some seriously insane side effects.”
At Lily's words, Lia yowled furiously.
*What are you talking about!
Mine's gonna go all crackle-crackle later too!
Who are you looking down on!
Nyaang!*
Lily shot back, “Oh yeah? So you could fight that thing right now?” Lia immediately shut her mouth with a meek nya.
“Coming again!”
Almost simultaneously with Rishida's shout, a blaze of crimson flames hurtled straight at them.
Of course, Lucia countered with the same fire magic, halving its power on the spot. But as if she'd anticipated that, Trisha shot in like lightning right behind it.
“Eek!”
“Get back!”
Close-quarters combat wasn't Lily's style, but in this situation, she was the only one who could properly tangle with the woman wielding that Stigma.
Shoving aside the meddlesome Rishida, Lucia, and Lia, she concentrated her mana into her fingertips and thrust it fiercely at the madly charging woman.
Piiing—!
Kwaaang!
A massive explosion rocked the air, sending Lily's body floating upward.
But as if there were no need for concern, she spun gracefully in midair, landing lightly on the ground with elegant poise.
Even in the heat of battle, Lia was clapping with an impressed “Nyaang!”
“I won't let you keep it.
And I'm taking it all for myself.”
“What are you babbling about?
You've finally lost it completely.”
Lily was still feigning composure, but she clicked her tongue inwardly.
If the opponent was truly using a Stigma, the rest of them here were pretty much useless.
Lucia's magic was solid, Rishida's sword keen, and Lia's movements nimble—but a Stigma was grotesquely powerful, enough to make even demons nauseous.
*I don't know exactly how much destructive power Stigma bearers can unleash, but if my guess is right, one solid hit from that thing would wipe out everyone behind me—at best, death.*
It wasn't called a god's lingering trace for nothing.
It didn't come with the penalty of needing the heavenly race's return for no reason.
That was how potent, overpowered, and shocking it was.
“...Lately, that damn Sion's been making this girl, that girl, stuffing me full.
And yet here I am, burning through mana like this.
I might just swallow that idiot Sion whole come morning.”
“L-Lily-nim?”
“What are you saying!
Nyaang!”
“Ah, shut it!
Quiet down!
I'm trying to keep my cool here, you lot!”
Her so-called sisters weren't helping one bit.
Lily let out a sigh, closed her eyes, and slowly redirected the mana pooled around her heart—not in its usual flow, but backward.
Uung—a resonance hummed through the air as pitch-black mist began to ripple from her fingertips.
*Ah, this thing... I hate grabbing it. It really messes with my head.*
Thinking of Sion, probably peeking from the carriage in the distance, Lily sighed again.
Some fools dismissed her as the Dream Demon Queen, Succubus Queen—tail-wagging, seductive smiles, hip-swaying, with nothing but bedroom tricks to her name.
*All those who said that...*
She'd neatly severed their throats.
“Lily-nim?”
“Rish, take Lucia and the cat and fall back a bit.”
“Y-Yes?”
“Don't get caught in the splash.”
Sssshhhh—.
The black mist receded, leaving behind a single massive scythe.
Its red blade looked like it could drip blood at any moment—utterly terrifying.
The instant Lily gripped it, her crimson eyes gleamed with eerie light.
Then her horns sprouted from her head, accelerating in growth until they were long enough to call her the devil incarnate.
Her once creamy skin drained of color, turning ashen pale with a bluish tint, and a sleek tail whipped out from her hips with a flick!
“...Ahhh.”
Her slightly prominent canines sharpened to razor edges.
Her blazing eyes, as if ready to fire destruction beams, locked onto Trisha, who was still preparing her unfocused attack.
“...See, sis doesn't pull this out much?”
Lily grinned, thrusting the spine-chilling scythe forward. Her lips split wickedly wide, dizzyingly horrifying—Lia yelped “Hic!” and ducked behind Rishida in a panic.
“But you? You need a good spanking.”
Bwoong!
With a sound cleaving the air, Lily lunged at Trisha, the scythe spewing scarlet light.
It was so ferocious that even Trisha—wielding a Stigma, no less—opted to dodge rather than counter.
Bwoong!
Uung!
Lily swung the enormous scythe—taller than most men—like a knife, whipping it every which way.
One graze, and a limb would be severed clean off.
“Kyahaha!
What's the matter, kiddo?
Dance some more!”
“Grrr...!”
Trisha might as well have been half mindless, eroded by the Stigma, her movements unnatural.
Lily, meanwhile, was unleashing her full demonic might, if only briefly, tearing into her foe.
No contest.
Piat!
Pishut!
Each flash of the massive scythe carved long gashes into Trisha's arms and legs.
Blood sprayed, flesh split wide, muscles cleaved—but Trisha never stopped.
Her wounds were regenerating, bit by bit.
“Wooow!
Impressive.
Self-healing, huh!
As expected of a heavenly herald!
Love it!
Kyaha!
No matter how much I shred her, she keeps coming back—perfect!”
The Succubus Queen's eyes exploded with glee.
Black energy rippled in her other hand, forming a whip—not leather like humans used, but something woven from unknown bones and sinews, studded with blades. Horrific.
“I'll chop you up!
Head north, left arm west, legs south, torso east!
Bonus: rip out your guts and grind 'em all!”
Melee wasn't her main gig, but Lily dominated.
She lashed Trisha senseless with the whip, then split her back clean in half.
As red blood gushed, she whipped again, snaring Trisha's neck.
“Urk!”
“Oh dear, something's caught on your neck.
Does it hurt?
Huh?
Hurt?
Yeah?”
Kwaaak—.
Lily squeezed, the whip tightening around Trisha's throat, blood spurting.
It was critical—enough blood loss for shock death any second.
“Yet she's not dying, not even tiring?
Mm, Stigmata are the real deal.
But now I'm curious.
Can a Stigma bearer survive decapitation?”
Sling—.
No joke—Lily smirked chillingly, like she meant it.
She usually avoided brawls, but once engaged, she was a merciless tyrant, true to her high demon queen status.
Especially against another female, stripped of reason—just rival prey from a different species. No mercy.
“Kiddo.
Last chance.
Snap out of it, go back to human form.
Keep this up, and sis'll be reaaally sad?”
“...Won't give it up.
It's mine.
Can't have it.”
“Yeah.
Got it.
Respect that.
Sucks you'll die, though.”
Lily spun the massive scythe for the beheading—
“...Huh?”
Her body suddenly tipped backward, scythe in hand.
The whip around Trisha's neck loosened, then snapped with a twang!
*...Ah, screwed up.*
The scythe, wielded like a pen moments ago, now weighed a ton.
Her sky-piercing horns shrank to dainty little nubs, canines receded.
Tail tucked back in; ashen skin flushed rosy and creamy again.
Mana nearly depleted, back to her melee-weak human-like state.
“Damn it!
Mana premature ejaculation at a time like this!
Sion, you moron!
If you'd fed me daily, this wouldn't happen, you limp-dick idiot virgin eunuch!”
In that instant, Trisha's eyes flashed. She charged Lily viciously.
Normally, she'd block or dodge, but mana-drained, Lily could barely move.
*...Ugh, annoying.
Gonna take a solid hit looking like a fool.*
Sighing in resignation, eyes closing to brace for a few blows—
Something warm and familiar enveloped her.
Cozy, with a scent she knew well.
Lily peeked up, thinking *No way?*—and there was a handsome young man holding her.
“Sion!”
“I'm not a eunuch.”
“Eh?”
“Not a eunuch!
Mana PE? Sure. But eunuch? Hell no!”
“I-Is that the priority right now?”
“To me—to any man—that's the top priority!”
He'd endure anything but that word.
If he were truly impotent, would Succubus Queen Lily, Rishida, Lucia, or Lia be mewling for him?
Mana PE was true enough, but eunuch? No way.
Sion Claussen—hardware top-notch, if software lagged. Face, pride, manhood—he could shout it proudly.
*How do I know?
Fuck, I saw it in the shower!*
Screaming internally, Sion faced Trisha.
Moments ago, her unfocused eyes had sought Lily's throat. Now, confronted by him, she panicked, flustered.
“W-Why, Sion-nim... another woman? Stolen again?
Like that?”
“Trisha, snap out of it.
I've said it a million times.
Body hijacked or mind eroded—don't come back to your senses soon, and I can't help you anymore.”
“Hey, Sion!
What bullshit is that!
We can't stop her now!
I'm fully PE'd out!”
“There's a way, so shut it, Lily-nim.”
Snapping back, Sion issued his final warning to Trisha.
“All these women? Mine.
Hurt them, and negotiations are over.
Got it.”
“...Women.
Your people.
No.
Sion-nim has to be mine.
Oppa stolen already—can't lose you too.
Mine.
Just obey me.
Just listen to me!”
The thorny vine scar across her body glowed again.
Sensing the ominous aura, Rishida, Lucia, and Lia rushed to shield Sion.
But if Lily couldn't handle her, these three wouldn't change much.
*...But this servant of god has one final weapon left.*
Not quite Admiral Yi's blood-spitting resolve, but close.
Sion bellowed at full volume.
“Kim Yoo-hyun!”
With his roar—
Shwoong, kuwaaaang!—.
Something dropped from the sky with a thud.
Trisha instinctively targeted the biggest threat, whirling to face it—one hand flames, the other lightning.
...Rustle.
Through dust and crumbled earth.
“Haa.”
A deep sigh, and the protagonist descended.