Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: The Late Visitor (5)
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"......Ah, what a shame. We almost had it right there."
Alena peered into the large orb and spoke.
The orb displayed the scenery of the Floating Island—that is, Cyan's group—and Alena had been observing everything that had transpired up to that point.
The Demon King casting healing magic on Louis, and in exchange, begging Cyan to take him along to the Floating Island... she had witnessed it all.
That had happened an hour ago.
"Alena, do you realize that because of you just now, the Demon King nearly got caught in that explosion, which could have ended the world?"
"Just think of it as a cute little prank. He's gonna die anyway—why not let him have one naughty dream before he goes?"
"......Why'd you have to make that naughty dream about that demon, of all things? The moment she read that human's memories, she went berserk."
After that, Cyan had been ambushed by those bandits on the Floating Island. The moment the bandit leader Richard charged at her out of nowhere, she'd knocked him out cold with a single blow.
The problem was that Alena had played a little prank during the process, making the unconscious Richard dream an erotic nightmare.
And the target of that dream? None other than Cyan, right in front of him.
To make matters worse, Cyan had peeked into Richard's memories while reviewing the dream, witnessing herself being utterly defiled at his whim in the most depraved ways.
Her eyes rolled back as she gasped for breath.
[Ha... haa...! Ha... ugh...]
Her sullied form, clothes roughly torn away, covered in the bastard's filthy saliva.
[Ugh, stop...! Nngh! Hnngh!]
Her legs twitching and trembling uncontrollably, dozens of bite marks riddling her breasts and thighs.
But was that all? Once Richard had his fill, the other bandits piled on too...
Her hands and legs given no respite, used relentlessly by the scum.
And it didn't end there.
After being ravaged like beasts in the dead of night, she was dragged across the filthy floor by her hair.
[S-stop... please... hnngh?! Ah...! Uwaaah!]
Thus, the horrors repeated endlessly.
[...Fuck, what the hell is this?]
And Cyan had seen it all.
Surrounded by hundreds of bandits, watching herself subjected to such acts, Cyan finally snapped, reason shattering.
Her own voice crying out like a bitch in heat, submitting to pleasure.
Even if it was just a dream, the fact that he'd fantasized about her like that filled her with seething rage.
"If she finds out what you did today, she might actually kill you."
"It's fine. She can't kill me anyway. She knows what happens if she does—think she'll risk it?"
"Haa... Well, guess we'll keep watching then. It's been ages since I found such entertaining subjects."
"Yeah, let's. I'm curious who would win if that demon fought the ancient demons."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 1.
I'm pissed.
I'm pissed.
I'm pissed.
For the first time, I feel like obliterating everything in sight.
-Thwack!
"Grahk!"
I'd rather erase the memory of seeing that crap.
No, maybe the mistake was sparing him just enough to knock him out and extract info back then.
-Pow!
"Gaaah...!"
If I'd known, I would've blown his head off on the spot.
-Crunch!
"Kehk?!"
This scum deserves death a hundred times over, especially considering his bandits massacred everyone on this island. Death wouldn't even be punishment enough.
"Um, Cyan? That guy's gonna die if you keep going."
"Yeah, I've been stomping him for an hour straight now? Time to make him guide us, I think."
"Already?"
I stopped crushing the bandit leader.
Has it really been that long already? Thinking of what he did, this barely scratches the surface of my anger, yet time flies...
I seriously want to stop time itself.
Freeze it, then listen to this bastard scream until I'm satisfied.
I could stop it if I tried, but I'm not used to the Archsage's magic yet.
'After meeting that Diavela bitch, I had the twins teach me Archsage magic in my spare time...'
Issue of proficiency? Or the difference between controlling a game character and becoming one?
Either way, I shouldn't use those unless I have to.
So, time to give up for now.
Besides, I don't really want to use them.
In Novel Online, I thought they were just skill effects, not the real deal.
"Hoo, no helping it. Get up, trash. Or I'll make sure you never wake up."
"......You shattered both my legs thirty minutes ago, and that's what you say? Even demons wouldn't stoop that low."
Oh, right. I did that.
Yeah, I remember crushing his knees, carefully keeping him conscious. Tough bastard—fitting for a boss.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ Bandit Leader Richard (★) – Lv. 155 ⚡ Special: Human-Orc Halfbreed 💪 HP: 15.1B / MP: 1000 Leader of Richard's Bandits. A human-ork hybrid with superhuman physique. Hoo, wanna kill him right now, but hold it in.
This guy's just a puppet.
The black magic blanketing this island isn't from the mortal realm—it's from the demon world. The breath of a demon.
'Tried reading his memories for the location, but shadows tainted anything related to it.'
And the culprit clearly has serious skills.
Mind magic isn't for amateurs. Planting a curse to block memory reads? Top-tier.
'Only way to find it is to make him lead us.'
...Doesn't sit right, but let's make him walk.
"Tch, fix him up enough to move. He can't resist anymore anyway."
-Shlurp!
The black chains binding the bandit leader slithered to life.
Mysterious chains gleaming black.
At my command, they reverted to their true form—grotesque and slimy.
"Isn't that the cursed tentacle from the demon realm...? How the hell does a tentacle turn into chains?"
"Just fed it something special."
Yeah, that tentacle.
The one I picked up in the labyrinth, absorbing a mid-tier demon and several adventurers including a hero.
Until moments ago, it'd been mimicking chains to bind him.
Mimicry is a slime monster skill, but this thing leveled up enough to use it.
Can't mimic precise machines or massive stuff, but simple objects or similar-sized monsters? Easy.
Black color's the only downside.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Holy Cursed Black Tentacle – Lv. 321 (★) ※ Special: Mimicry Available
Honestly, even I'm questioning if it's still a tentacle, but it obeys perfectly. No issues.
"......Better than some lizard even its owner can't recognize."
"Argh! That was a mistake, Cyan! I didn't drink that booze—I said I'd have it, and the staff brought it!"
"Shut it. Wanna end up bedridden again?"
"You're too mean..."
-Squirm
The tentacle latched onto the bandit, hoisting his bulky frame with four massive tendrils.
Probably linked to his nerves, acting like prosthetic limbs. Impressively capable.
'Damn, is this thing more useful than Louis?'
And it understands me, which is wild.
Familiar beasts without intelligence like Louis are usually dumb, but feeding it a hero and demon? Incredible growth.
Wonder if it could turn into a dragon...
Then I wouldn't need that damn red lizard.
"Grooo... What the hell is this creepy shit...?"
Feeling the tentacles move, the bandit woke from his stupor.
"Your ugly mug's creepier. Anyway, it'll move for your legs now. Take us to the demon who led you here. Or die."
His whole body engulfed by tentacles, only his face poking out, blinking in shock.
Probably would've died otherwise; tentacle's sustaining him.
"Grooo... Follow me then. You'll really let me live if I guide you?"
"Yeah, I'm an elf who keeps promises. Don't worry."
And so, he led us through the village toward the island's depths.
'He's grinning. Can't see his face, but yeah.'
I know he's luring us into a trap, but the demon behind all this will be there. Doesn't matter.
We've already wiped out the remaining bandits on the island.
"......That takes care of all the stragglers. Just finished the one hiding in the ship."
"Might be more hiding with concealment. Check thoroughly."
"Hey, do you know who I—"
"You saying no?"
"......No, ma'am."
Good boy.
Surprisingly useful right now—the Demon King's summons are handling the stragglers.
Just lowly grunts anyway. The bandits, leader included, pose zero threat to me.
Only the demon matters.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ -Rustle! Rustle!
Pushing through the forest.
Twenty minutes in, but the bandit shows no sign of stopping, trudging onward.
"Hey, how much farther?"
"......Tch, just a bit more. That demon's cautious—hiding deep in the cave."
He scowled as he spoke.
No lie. He was heading straight for the demon.
But yeah, the demon's paranoid—layers of barriers deep in the island, dismantling detection spells.
Tedious to smash through one by one.
"Be careful. Its power's a pain."
"Then just tell me what it is beforehand."
"......Hard to explain. I don't know details. But without holy power, it's a real hassle."
And the Demon King kept warning to stay cautious.
Is this one of the Seven Great Demons that strong?
From what he says, full strength me could take it easy. He calls the ability annoying but clams up on specifics.
'What a weirdo.'
If so, why not just sail off with the Mires? Why tag along?
-Step
"......We're here."
"This where the demon's hiding?"
The bandit halted, announcing our arrival.
'This place...'
Nothing special. I'd been here before.
《 ~Neutral Stage~ Floating Island Temple District 》
Where Cresia's statue stood. Stopped by for the Dragon Bloodstone key to Dawn Forest.
But unlike then, no aura enveloped the temple.
"Louis, status?"
"On what, Cyan?"
No dragon magic from the temple materials.
Ancient dragons far stronger than modern ones—and a demon overpowering that...
Demon King's not overreacting.
"......Kekeke."
As I scanned around, the bandit started chuckling audibly.
"Oh? Something funny?"
"You idiots! You're done for. You know who the demon in this temple is and still charge in?!"
Trap as expected. Hoping the demon handles us, huh? Big dreams.
Whoever it is, smash 'em in front of him...
"The demon here is one of the Seven High Demons of the Demon Realm—beyond a mere elf like you—"
-Slash!
"No... no...t..."
"What? Why the sudden freakout?"
But then his condition turned weird.
Bragging confidently moments ago, now foaming at the mouth, speech cut off...
'......No way.'
-Thud.
"Eek?! W-what the hell?!"
Louis jumped in shock at the scene.
-Shlurp!
The tentacles acting as his legs detached.
I hadn't ordered it back yet, but no need now.
-Roll...
"Why's his head suddenly severed?!"
"......The demon. Told you—unknown power, super annoying."
The bandit's head hit the ground, rolling like a ball at our feet.
Something from the temple had sliced his neck clean, killing him instantly.
'Yeah, this could be tricky.'
But I couldn't pinpoint what.
Not raw magic blast.
'How'd it decapitate him?'
Not air blade either. Not magic, sword, or martial art.
No 'skill' I knew matched.
'......Similar to that.'
But I'd seen something like it.
Yeah, observing Diavela's past.
'Cresia, was it?'
She'd 'erased' Diavela inexplicably, just like this.
Not saying it has that power, but closest match in category.
-Step step
Footsteps echoed from the temple.
Anyway, I know how to handle these types.
Perfect for foes with mysterious powers who love toying with you.
"......Welcome. High Elf, and King of Demons. I've been expecting you. Fate decrees that you—"
-Flash!
"Die."
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Heavenly Demon Footwork – Shrinking Ground ※ Attribute: Physical / Range: None / Max Targets: 1
A special foot technique folding space to move. Equivalent to physical teleportation.