Chapter 192
Chapter 192
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 192
Chapter Title: S4. Succubus Camouflage / Succubus Love -5
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The Violet Magic Tower Master, the great mage Violetiris, made her move.
The Succubus Queen's lair, the lewd paradise of pleasure-chasing information entities known as the "Nest."
Every member of the Nest was utterly intoxicated by ecstasy, waiting only for the day our White Queen would bestow the next indulgence upon us. Like drug addicts leashed by a broker.
But then, calamity struck. A chilling chill settled low over everything.
Ssssss—.
The worker succubi, who had been panting under the Queen's dominion while extracting mana from human souls, looked up at the sky, sensing a feeling they hadn't experienced in ages.
At first, they panicked. Confusion washed over them from this sensation they hadn't felt in so long.
What the hell is this?
The pounding heart, the cold sweat, the full-body tension, the uncontrollable trembling—what was this feeling?
Some mistook it for orgasm. But no. It was similar, yet entirely different. This was something utterly terrifying that pierced the soul from pure instinct.
Crack. Craaaack.
The sky shattered with a sound.
A massive fissure tore through the shell of the world woven from countless minds. The dream demons screamed in shock and took flight.
But where could they flee? The sky itself was crumbling.
From beyond the rift, an eye.
A colossal purple eye swirling with dark emotions peered slowly into the model garden within. Very, very slowly.
Any dream demon that gaze brushed past couldn't even breathe.
"Give him back."
The giant from outside the shell whispered softly as it shattered the husk, yet its voice boomed loud enough for all to hear.
"Give him back, give him back..."
Griiind. Mixed with the grinding noise, the cry built gradually, echoing through the Nest. The pitch-black emotion pooled bit by bit at the bottom of a glass vial.
Cold sweat dripped from the dream demons' skin as they huddled desperately, trying to stay out of sight. But they knew escape was impossible...
They understood now. What they felt was none other than terror.
Even their bliss-addled, melted brains could grasp it—the vivid threat of death blaring from every signal in their bodies like red lights and sirens.
All felt it. The end was coming.
The moment that fragile glass dam broke, the giant's wrath would sweep the Nest away. They had to stop it. But how?
We'll give it. Anything. What does the monster want? In panic, the dream demons offered up their valuables.
They yanked souls from tormented humans, holding them reverently up to the sky. They sliced off cherished rings with the fingers still attached. Desperate flailing born of extreme fear.
But the disappointment filling the eye showed no sign of fading. And then, at some point. Craaack.
The giant burst into sobs and unleashed a scream.
"Aaaaaaaah... Give him back give him back give him back—!!"
Groooan, krrrrrrumble—!!
Flash. Pillars of light descended from the sky, incinerating the corrupted world. Hundreds of external "Delete" commands ravaged the ground, buildings, sky, souls—everything without mercy.
"H-Haaahhh!!"
"It's gone, gone! Something disappeared!"
"I-I don't know how to move anymore. Someone, take me with you...!"
Information was swept away and erased. Countless dream demons collapsed and died as the data forming their bodies vanished. The Nest itself cracked and ruptured, crumbling into fragments and falling into nothingness.
About ten seconds had passed since then.
Using the Nest's entrance in Third Prince's head as a backdoor, the Violet Magic Tower Master's full-force information barrage had completely erased roughly 40% of the Nest.
The Queen let out a hollow laugh.
"Ha, haha... So we trusted this monster? Sweet little Mi-ma."
Having invested nine-tenths of her consciousness in devouring Glass and the mad mage, the Queen hastily readjusted her allocations for the catastrophe ravaging her domain.
Fifty-fifty.
She squeezed stored human souls dry to hastily deploy magic. Borrowing the power of the evil god statue to fend off the disaster. Shrrrrr...
Black tar pools bubbled up from the Nest's ground and exploded. Like geysers erupting, black pillars surged to counter the "Deletes."
At the same time, she sealed the Nest. Closing all entrances, patching the shattered sky, expelling the invading Violet Tower Master.
During this process.
Plop. An infiltration team dropped into the Nest from the sky's rift.
She stood lightly. The girl with goat horns sprouting from her head crossed her arms with a deeply sullen face, grumbling. She really didn't like this.
"...Seriously, who the hell do they think I am? Ordering me to 'save the mad mage' like I'll just obey. Why save that psycho bastard? What's so cute about him, huh?"
The evil god fragment—7% shard, Espoir-something-or-other, aka "Evil God-chan"—strolled leisurely through the informational inferno where "Deletes" clashed with "Heroine."
Along the way, she snatched and devoured a few fleeing succubi, eyed a rolling human soul for a quick bite...
But held back. She knew exactly what she'd suffer if caught.
The mad mage had warned that if she screwed up big next time, he'd shatter her chastity belt notions.
Not that she was scared, of course.
For the sake of preserving what little dignity she had left, she could at least hear out a negotiation proposal. Besides, she wasn't here to save the mad mage. She was here to torment the Succubus Queen.
If that coincidentally aided the mad mage's escape, so be it.
Tap tap. She arrived lightly on foot. A front-row seat to the White Queen, barely holding off the Violet Tower Master with swirling mana.
The evil god fragment gave a casual greeting.
"Us, it's been forever... right?"
"Oh my, what a lovely lady. But I don't believe we've met... Are you Mi-ma's acquaintance? Here to help him escape?"
"Mi-ma... Urk. You, don't tell me you're... into that guy right now? Insane."
Evil God-chan, who made mocking intellectual beings her trade, spotted the Queen's odd behavior with her seasoned insight.
She was designed not to harbor unnecessary emotions, after all.
Tsk.
She'd hoped maybe the mad mage, cornered, would unseal the evil god's main body to survive.
But hopes dashed. Whatever happened, facing an idiot blatantly exposing her weakness... Outcome was obvious. Mad mage wins.
"Whatever, whatever. My fault for expecting anything."
"...?"
"Of course you don't recognize me. Got some foreign data junk in your files... Don't worry. Ate a few on the way, got plenty resources."
She could reclaim at least a sliver of her original form.
The main body was sealed in the mad mage's head, but its power's source still existed in the outer world. Proof: those warlocks using evil god statues to draw its power.
Thus, even fragmented, Evil God-chan was the evil god herself. No way she couldn't access her own power. Connect and draw it out.
Crunch, cruuunch.
Dragon scales sprouted on Evil God-chan's skin. The mutation stopped at her arms, but the glossy black sheen made the Queen widen her eyes in shock.
She understood. This girl was the piece of the evil god those warlocks had hunted so desperately! But how did such a mighty being end up like this?
The Queen smiled brightly and clapped.
"Aha... So my fated shadow hasn't lifted yet. But how amusing. Evil god fragment—in such pitiful ruin!"
"Don't poke, whore."
"I'm not like before. I've claimed the power you left behind, so no more being swayed or controlled. A weakened you? I'll toy with you plenty before devouring."
"For a crudely made prototype."
Chiiiing!
Words were pointless. These two demons, intent only on taunting and insulting, would just hurl personal attacks. The dragon scales aligned, scraping like blades.
The power within Evil God-chan's dragon scales was pure physical enhancement.
A massive boost to computation speed and cast time. The evil god's toolbox held many vicious powers, but wielding tools depended on the user's skill, right?
Raw physicals meant no need for bizarre myths. That's why the mad mage was strong. Freakish mutant.
As the evil god fragment exuded menace, the Queen's consciousness split again: 5 for Violet Tower Master, 2 for evil god fragment, 3 for swallowing the mad mage.
Evil God-chan grinned.
She'd invaded the enemy's trap-laden home turf barehanded, and the fool was still clinging on. Nudge the balance a bit, and it was over. Mad mage would handle the rest.
Before combat began, they sneered at each other.
"Toys made should obey their master like good toys. Die."
"Wonder what evil god tastes like. Can't wait. Hehe..."
Taat. They charged. And.
Kagagagak—!!
Scales clashed with gears.
It shook. The pitch-black swamp shook.
Control slipped away sharply, the pressure noticeably easing. The waited-for chance arrived right on time—before we melted to death.
I loosened up while prepping the extra module. Glass Lancaster stretched languidly, readying for battle.
"Mind ready?"
"Yes, pulsing fiercely."
"...Good. Once out, live for yourself and us. Use a wish on Second Prince to get hired as exclusive maid."
"I'll handle three meals and baths, no worries. Prep your confession lines."
I'd prepped anyway. Too many needed confess-and-punish. Starting with Succubus Queen.
The black swamp, the Queen's unbreakable camouflage, was different now—her consciousness scattered by the external assault.
With minimal resources, we could break through.
But we lacked even that minimum.
Hated to use it, but exhausted and melted, no choice. Stripped of ammo data, penniless, I needed to sacrifice something for betting capital.
I planned to burn memories as fuel. Low-priority ones, like wuxia sessions, for resources.
"Mage."
"Yeah."
Plop from the sky. A single scale fell.
Familiar feel in many ways. Sniffed it closely—smelled like our dear Espoir de Eternal Dark.
Packed tight with compressed info. Scan showed it like a worker succubus pressed flat in a hydraulic.
Even Hye-young-hyun joined the mad mage rescue? Found the passage from Nest to here, sent data for me?
This punk, why do something cute she never did.
Fine. Once out, big-hearted me will erase intermittent cat-mode. I crushed the scale in my hand. Melted body partially restored.
One dream demon's data wouldn't full-restore, but enough to swing. Plus sturdy Pingbalrez beside me.
Poke a spot in the swamp.
Dive in and flip—and the world spins half-turn clockwise. Sky becomes ground, ground sky. Sticky black rain falling from above now geysers upward.
Flipped, so fall naturally with the rain.
Eyes open from momentary haze.
Glass and I stand on vast stark-white expanse to the horizon. Before us, the Queen—"Pleasure-Drinking Virgin."
"Oh my, all tattered."
"Babe, I'm out. Wait long?"
"Hehe... That a honey trap?"
"Who knows, maybe sincere. The young Glass I loved was you. Kinda confusing."
Not confusing at all. Like I'd love a woman like that.
Obviously lip service—we both knew. But meaning in saying it. To exploit her power.
Heard from Pingbalrez: Inheritance Sublimation, "Cogwheel: Heroine."
If it turns the whole world into a stage, once Queen stepped off GM throne to act, she's affected too.
So she still holds "weakness"—Glass Lancaster's affection. She's the heroine!
Thus, play gentleman. Ideal male lead for the theater audience.
"...Let us go, Queen! I don't want to fight you. You don't either, right?"
"......"
Queen's expression shifted subtly. Darkened. Seemed uneasy. Closed eyes briefly, opened, smiled.
"Bit confused now. Heard from evil god shard. He's in your head... Quite intriguing."
"Hm."
"Your play doesn't click either, Mi-ma. Calm tea-think might read it, but no time? Genius."
So.
Queen committed to offense.
"No leisure now, busy. So focus sinking you again. Don't be too sad, Mi-ma?"
"Incoming, Pingbalrez!"
Click.
Click click click—!
Snared instantly. Massive hand gripped the space itself, huge pull shoving our backs. First: gaze disruption command.
Whoosh, vision flips. Eyes move on their own. Attention yanked astray.
I covered with omnidirectional info gather.
Fine, mess with my eyes all you want. Force them down to your feet. But if I read your moves from trembling dust and shadows there, that's enough, right?
Thud, patter patter.
Glass and I charged together. Sharing real-time info via "tail" to Glass, so even eyes closed, she could target Queen precisely.
Mid-approach, second wave.
A authority melting hearts, shaking them utterly. The technique that turned Glass Lancaster into Sleeping Beauty.
"...First demo, Pingbalrez! Combo time!"
"Don't yap excitedly, activate first!"
Got it.
Heart, to white.
That heart, to Glass.
Dye her soul. Soul change manifests in flesh. White dot in center of Glass Lancaster's pupils. Eyes are heart's windows.
Chaaarrr—!!
Chain sounds.
But reverse. Not binding—unbinding. Unleash suppressed heart fully, repulsion blocks mental interference. Mutation Metamorphosis.
"『White: True Desire Liberation』!"
⟨ White: True Desire Liberation ⟩
Shhhralala!
Anger, joy, sorrow—all emotions swell. Human feelings have limits. Heart full, no room for fake affection!
"...Hm?"
Boiling affection grazed past. But breakthrough. No leisure for fakes!
Now, distance to Queen under ten steps.
Pre-gleaned info ends here. Improv next. If no more cards, smash and end fight.
"Then, next step♥"
Yeah, no easy win.
...Third wave incoming!