Chapter 584: 62. More Chaos on Chaos
“.”
When Fisher remembered that he bore Baemon’s mark, Eil, who he was holding, transformed from a cute demon girl, resembling a little kitten, into an extremely hot potato in his arms, making his embrace stiff and difficult to move.
If Eil’s first words upon waking had not been concerning, Fisher might not have been so tense. After all, his relationship with Eil was quite delicate; she was the only genuine demon he knew (Hela certainly did not count). Although they had shared intimate moments, those feelings were not as intense as with Raphael; they simply lingered in his heart without fading.
Perhaps in Fisher’s mind, Eil didn’t even care about his relationships with other ladies. When he was in Nali, she had even encouraged him to release the desires he had pent up inside. So, when he came to the Demon Dynasty to seek Eil’s help, he didn’t consider the possible chaotic scenarios, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to bring Jasmine along.
But when Eil sleepily uttered words related to Hela, Fisher keenly sensed a hint of malevolence in her words, like waking from a disquieting nightmare, his breast filled with ire, yet feeling helpless to vent it as it was merely a dream.
Of course, Fisher was well aware that this situation was about to become a reality.
She seemed dissatisfied with the mark of Hela on her, and now Fisher, who awkwardly held her, was forced into a brief cognitive storm.
However, it was clear that Eil’s momentary confusion was just a result of her long slumber as a demon god; as the war deity, she instinctively possessed sharp reflexes.
He saw Eil in his arms, closing her eyes again, preparing to sleep comfortably when her expression slightly froze, as if realizing something belatedly, her arrow-tipped tail wrapping more tightly around his waist, as if confirming his physical presence.
In Fisher’s peripheral vision, the flames on her arrow-tipped tail went from the size of a fingertip to enlarged—finally stopping when they reached the size of two tennis balls.
This also meant that her awareness was becoming clearer.
The next moment, the “gurgle” sound from deep within her throat came to an abrupt halt, followed by her previously closed eyes slowly opening, flashing with a bright color like lava, meeting Fisher’s gaze as he looked down at her.
“Aw, Fisher?”
After a moment of silence, she yawned again and spoke.
“Good morning, Eil.”
“.”
She nodded but did not respond. Instead, using that slightly open gesture, she bit into his chest. Though her searing teeth did not break through his defenses, it caused Fisher a slight pain; nevertheless, he did not let her go. It wasn’t until she began to struggle a bit that he loosened his grip, allowing her to lightly land on the ground, her feet touching the scorching castle floor as she stretched lazily.
Behind her, the pillars of fire formed by her body continued to sway, the faint light cast from the flames illuminating her back, leaving Fisher with a shadow of her figure that, despite being bare, still looked striking, as if in a solar eclipse.
In the backlight of darkness, Fisher sensed Eil’s state gradually warming, fully awakening from her drowsy state. She gently picked up a piece of clothing that had fallen to the ground beside her and draped it over herself.
“You brat, why do you have that guy’s mark on you while you were out? What about mine?”
Eil turned her head, leaning a bit closer to the standing Fisher, scrutinizing the spot where she had just bitten him, still throbbing with pain, as if splattered by molten rock.
Amidst that passionate rapture, Fisher noticed the domineering mark of “Baemon” that previously caught his eye, clearly indicating that mark had been left amidst the ruins.
Eil’s bite had struck perfectly on Hela’s mark, seemingly uncomfortable with it, wanting to chew it up and tear it apart. That was why Fisher felt the pain—pain that stemmed from the soul.
But after she stepped back slightly, he noticed that Hela’s mark remained intact, completely unaffected by her power, even the color had not faded, mockingly resting on Fisher’s chest as it looked at Eil, seemingly derisively.
“This mark…”
Fisher glanced at the mark on his chest, feeling somewhat helpless because he didn’t know how to answer Eil’s question.
To be honest, he did not know when Hela had placed this mark on him. If it were in the past, then when demons hadn’t even been born, Hela, still an angel, likely wouldn’t recognize that this mark belonged to a demon from the future. But if it was a mark left from before returning to the past, he was unsure when he had any intimate contact related to Hela.
But could he say that this mark had nothing to do with him? That he was unaware of it?
Yet he indeed had a close relationship with Hela; saying otherwise would clearly be avoiding the crucial matter, and he did not want to do that.
“I don’t know what this mark is from; it might be because she was by my side when…”
“Baemon was by your side?”
“Ah, earlier.”
“Like that while I was sleeping?”
“.Indeed, that was the case.”
“What did you two do?”
“What?”
“Did she give you her blessing?”
“Blessing?”
“Then, did she grant you mysterious knowledge?”
“Probably not, but she gave me some hints when I reached Mythical Rank.”
“And then she left her mark on you or carved it over mine?”
Her seemingly casual inquiries used heavier wording on “my mark.”
“.”
At this moment, Eil’s demeanor began to diverge from the lazily indifferent state Fisher remembered. Although she still scrutinized and asked Fisher questions, his peripheral vision keenly caught sight of the large hammer on the arms rack beginning to tremble slightly, as if waiting to swing and stir up a storm, similar to how her mood was reacting.
Perhaps Fisher wasn’t an experienced demonologist and was unclear about many demon matters; he might know how demons came about and what their natures were, yet knew very little about the culture of this race, much of the content having come from Emhart.
Thus, he also didn’t comprehend what this mark meant for demons, so he had to ask Eil, “.Is this mark very important? But I felt nothing and didn’t even know it existed.”
“Buzzing.”
The large hammer behind Eil buzzed, and she pondered as she moved a few steps toward him, then rubbed her hand with force against his chest a few times, only making the mark of “Baemon” shine even brighter.
The light, a vivid green, reflected on Eil’s forehead and hair tips, causing her expression to soured further, almost spitting fire,
“This mark will only be revealed in front of demons, which means, aside from demons, no other existence would discover its traces. This type of mark has levels, with three levels: [Prey], [Blesser], and [Patron]. Even a mere food mark, once marked, others wouldn’t dare to take action against it; otherwise, it’d be a provocation and declaration of war. Moreover, the mark I placed on you is the highest level, the patron mark.”
Eil’s eerie words triggered a memory for Fisher, reminding him of an event from when he escaped Nali.
At that time, he and Jasmine, along with the two demon attendants, fled Nali via a ship. Thanks to the Fallen Resistance given by the Supplement Handbook for Sub-Humans, when they tried to draw upon Fallen Nature as payment for the fare, they couldn’t extract it, no matter how hard they tried.
Seeing their desperation, he suggested they try to extract it once more, but they refused. One of the demon attendants even said something meaningful,
“According to demon rules, when a great demon leaves a mark on someone, it means you belong to her. To draw upon Fallen Nature in our transaction is, to some extent, an offense against her. If it were another petty demon god instead of Lord Eil, they would likely have been furious by now.”
At that time, Eil had already left her mark on him, so had they not had to draw upon Fallen Nature as payment, they might not have dared to act against him, for it would have been a provocation toward Eil.
Consequently, Hela had wiped her mark away but arrogantly carved her own mark above it, which was akin to stepping on Eil.
He opened his mouth, looking at Eil’s expressionless face, and asked rather dumbly, “Then what level is the mark she left on me?”
“.It’s also a patron.”
“.”
Eil fell silent for a moment, her voice growing more somber, but the air thickened with a scent of gunpowder, as if it were on the brink of explosion with just a little more heat.
And soon, not just the hammer at the bottom of the weapons rack began to tremble; even the curved sword in the middle began to shake slightly.
“Was it you who released me earlier?”
“Ah, yes, Eil.”
Fisher thought he had caught a good opportunity and was preparing to steer the topic back to the main issue to divert her attention, but she offered no chance at all, merely turning to look at the weak pillars of fire behind her and said,
“Back then, Ag used Baemon’s method to temporarily release my soul from my body. This process requires immense soul power; even that fellow Baemon consumed a significant portion of her soul, leaving her incredibly weak. This allowed my soul to walk in a form preceding the Mythical Rank. Although you used chaotic power to ascend to Mythical rank, your soul power is somewhat stronger than usual myths, I’m sure you have already exhausted it completely.”
Fisher hadn’t grasped the meaning of her words when she suddenly turned to look at him.
Her sharp, bright eyes, like fire snakes, pierced into his mind, a terrifying pillar of fire bursting out, invading his thoughts at that moment.
The next second, Eil instantly appeared beside Fisher, her left and right hands attacking from angles he had never anticipated, like two swimming dragons.
Even with his Mythical Rank observation abilities, Eil’s attack was flawless at this moment, not to mention that he was currently in a state of soul depletion.
As a result, he felt no resistance, effortlessly lifted and leaned against her shoulders, which were clad only in a thin veil.
“Eil, wait—”
“That fellow, relying on her ability to walk freely in her true form, actually dares to wipe away my mark. Even in a state of my soul, I couldn’t erase her mark. You also aren’t being obedient, having so many desires earlier, certainly played around in that fellow’s palm, already lost your way.”
Fisher hadn’t expected that Eil, who had just expended a great deal of soul power to be saved, would suddenly change from her previous laziness to such dominance, catching him completely off guard. What surprised him even more was that she was now striding directly toward the bed in the hall, obviously her destination.
“Wait, Eil!”
“Thud!”
She tossed Fisher onto the bed from afar. During this process, she continuously extracted Fisher’s soul power with her arms, and he strangely felt the desire to resist within him gradually diminishing, as if he completely lost the drive to fight and became listless.
It was under this dual weakening—physical and psychological—that Fisher was helplessly thrown onto Eil’s bed.
What he had just seen became quite useful at that moment; it was coincidentally fitting and convenient—what a fortunate occurrence.
But Fisher did not get a moment to catch his breath; even if the bed was comfortable, he had no spare thought to enjoy it. Following this, he felt Eil also starting to press down on him forcefully.
“Shh.”
The brightness within the castle gradually dimmed, as if everything was being drained by the terrifying demon god before him.
In the darkness, only her bright red eyes and the prominently raised tail behind her stood out, ready to ignite Fisher’s soul.
Under the intense pressure, all he wanted to say was blocked by her outstretched hand, only the burning scent of gunpowder gradually consumed his essence.
The hand resting on Fisher’s nose and mouth allowed his breaths to push it slightly back, from his neck down to the spot where Hela had left her mark.
Meanwhile, her gaze flickered as she spoke ominously,
“That fellow actually dared to remove my mark; how audacious. You better behave, I’m now a bit.
“No, I’m very displeased.”
Fisher swallowed, attracted by the increasingly fervent flames of desire on the arrow-tipped tail swaying behind her, as if trying to remind him of the form of the demon god named “Eil.”
“Buzzing!”
At that moment, in the demon area within Competitive Gate, a phantom door suddenly appeared high above the enormous cavern.
Soon, descending from that door was a whale folk clad in golden armor wielding a golden longsword.
It was none other than Jasmine, the whale folk accompanying Fisher, who now passed through the Competitive Gate and entered the Demon Dynasty.
In mid-air, she slightly swayed her body, then swiftly adjusted her balance to land on the black rocks above the lava.
After landing, she quickly noticed the little demons hiding behind the rocks around her.
Her passage through the Competitive Gate had been relatively smooth, but unlike Fisher, she didn’t see a changed version of herself; only a door filled with frost.
The unfamiliar environment made her increasingly vigilant. However, after glancing around, aside from seeing a gigantic castle with a fence nearby and a small black house, she could not find any sign of Teacher Fisher.
“Fisher! Teacher Fisher! Where are you?”
After calling for Fisher several times without receiving a response, a thin silhouette covered in bandages and stooped over slowly walked out of that small black house after several seconds.
That figure glanced at the whale folk falling from the sky, and after a moment, propped itself with a cane and walked a short distance in her direction, calling to her,
“Guest. This esteemed guest.”
Jasmine noticed the figure in the distance and hesitated for a moment but still drew her longsword and leapt toward him, coming before him.
“Guest. Hello.”
“Sorry, I have other matters to attend to.”
“Are you looking for someone?”
Jasmine was slightly taken aback, then spoke up to inquire,
“Have you seen anyone else besides me? Who are you…”
“Ah, I’m just an insignificant, humble person, but if you’re looking for a mythical being of humanity carrying a book-shaped talking angel relic, I just saw him.”
“Really? Where is he?”
Jasmine’s heart leaped with joy, but she still hadn’t entirely let her guard down, maintaining a composed demeanor as she continued to inquire.
“Right over there in that direction. Earlier, I had some matters needing his assistance, so I sent him to Lord Eil’s fortress.”
“Eil. The demon god?”
“Ah, she is currently asleep; the guest may also go there and meet with your companion.”
“Thank you.”
Jasmine skeptically glanced in that direction, then leapt quite a distance toward it, observing the situation from afar, fearful it might be a trap.
But soon, she discovered a square book lazily spinning at the cliff’s edge of that fortress.
“Sir Book!”
Jasmine’s face lit up with joy; since Emhart was here, then Teacher Fisher must be inside as well.
Thinking quickly to meet up with Teacher Fisher and the others, she didn’t notice that the lava beside the fortress was becoming increasingly boiling and scorching, seemingly restless and on the verge of an eruption, adding more chaos to the already chaotic situation.
(End of Chapter)
