Chapter 592: 70. Nature
“Ah, let me, it’s my turn, my turn!”
“Don’t push!”
In the pink world on the side of the Lust Gate, several heart-shaped tails swayed continuously, highlighting the enchanting and competitive shoving of the succubi. Even as Fisher led Jasmine and the others closer to them, they remained completely unaware.
They either crawled or scrambled to pounce on the figure that was weak and struggling, surrounded by them, as if they were desperate to feed.
By the time Fisher arrived, he saw numerous bird corpses scattered across the ground, as if they had just fought but were too weak to protect their master.
“Hey, you all stop for a moment.”
Unlike the little demons who had sensed Fisher’s mythical rank and run away earlier, even when Fisher spoke directly to them, they seemed to completely ignore his presence, still surrounding the Death Lord, sucking and demanding something.
Instead, it was the Death Lord, trapped in the cage formed by the bodies of these succubi, who heard Fisher’s voice clearly. He quickly extended his pale hand from the encircling bodies, reaching out towards Fisher’s direction as if crying for help.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Even the leg he stretched out began to convulse, trembling as if enduring some cruel torture, exceeding Fisher’s understanding.
But that didn’t stop him from offering help. Seeing that the succubi ignored his presence, he silently raised his hand. The soul in his hand twisted continuously, as if generating a black hole-like force, and in an instant, the magical circuits on all the succubi lit up. An extremely weak sensation surged over them, and they finally realized they were under attack.
“Roar! Who is it?”
One purple-haired succubus above the Death Lord snarled as she raised her body, turning her head to look at Fisher. Dizzily, she still thought he was one of those oblivious little demons but was met instead by the sight of a handsome man with an expressionless face.
Her fierce expression, reminiscent of a beast, instantly softened into pink and tender, and even as she intended to smile and extend her hand to seduce him, she finally sensed the terrifying rank of the being before her.
“Ah, it’s you! No!”
She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her legs buckled, collapsing to the side. Yet the sisters around her paid her no mind, directly moving aside and even pushing her out of the area surrounded by the succubi. Then, the other succubi waiting nearby hurriedly scrambled forward to take the place that the purple-haired succubus had just occupied.
“Give me more… Fallen Nature… Ha.”
“So hungry… so hungry.”
“Hey! Dorian! Melanie! Stop sucking, others are coming! We have to go!”
The purple-haired succubus, now alert, saw that her sisters had not woken up yet and were still moving forward, as if oblivious to the oncoming danger. She quickly fanned her bat wings and attempted to grab the succubi clinging to the Death Lord, but they brutally shoved her away.
Moreover, it seemed that the purple-haired succubus, who had just fed, had little strength left and was easily pushed to the ground. With a panicked expression, she looked at Fisher, seemingly hesitating about whether to escape.
“This lord… no, we…”
Fisher extended his hand again. When the magical circuits lit up, the soul in his fingers twisted even more, and then he suddenly yanked his hand back. All the succubi clinging to the Death Lord began to wail, uncontrollably starting to crash against the sides.
The magical circuits on their bodies transformed into firewood, igniting a blazing flame to provide Fisher with pure power. Their immense pain caused them to roll on the ground, wailing, while their skin began to exhibit an eerie bluish hue, indicating their blood was turning blue.
Their souls were separating and perishing.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
The sight of so many succubi suddenly scattering to the ground in twisted agony made Fisher’s surroundings resemble hell more than the Demon Dynasty, shocking the purple-haired succubus into a stupor.
Yet that intoxicating sensation of gaining soul power made it difficult for Fisher to stop. At this moment, the continuously rising pure power gave him a glimpse of a shortcut to defeating Barbatos and Ag, feeling that just the power from these few succubi was exhilarating. If he could enhance the quantity and quality of soul extraction further, the power he could gain was beyond his imagination.
“Teacher Fisher, um… what if we stop for now?”
But just then, Jasmine suddenly grabbed Fisher’s arm, and the soul-extracting power subconsciously spread towards her. This dangerous action struck Fisher’s mind like a heavy bell, waking him up immediately, prompting him to halt the soul extraction.
“Buzz!”
“There’s not enough soul power to reach the Spirit Realm.”
At that moment, Fisher heard a loud ringing in his ears, accompanied by a whisper from a soul he had previously encountered—the Transference Person, Soul Lord.
He took a deep breath and quickly turned to look at the startled Jasmine, asking,
“Are you okay, Jasmine?”
Jasmine stared blankly at Fisher and then shook her head, expressing concern,
“I’m fine, but are you okay, Teacher Fisher?”
“I’m fine.”
“I have a problem!”
Emhart yelled as he flew back onto Fisher’s shoulder, knocking against his cheek, saying,
“That strange power you just used, you didn’t pay any attention to me, I almost got swallowed by that thing! I thought you wouldn’t notice anyone, but how come Jasmine touches you and you wake up?!”
Yes, Fisher had completely forgotten that Emhart was on his shoulder, forcing him to fly high to avoid Fisher’s soul devouring.
Fisher helplessly patted him and apologized. He was indeed still a bit unskilled when using chaotic power, and he had long recognized the dangers it posed.
Previously, when he released Eil, he had unleashed a large amount of soul power that gave him that feeling of losing control; he had desperately tried to control it and even with Jasmine having close contact, it hadn’t reacted. He had thought that once the soul power was replenished, such feelings would cease. Now it seemed that even though the soul was filled up, he still experienced a thirst for other souls.
This was an affliction he had acquired after starting to read the Soul Supplement Handbook, and it showed no signs of alleviation.
He shook his head, shifting his attention back to the present matter.
“Ugh.”
In the midst of the wailing succubi, the Death Lord lay sprawled on the ground in a “big” position, looking lifelessly upward. His previously thick outer garment and inner lining had been torn apart, exposing a body that was as pale as a corpse and thin as skin over bones.
Yet even so, his face, neck, and chest were still marked with the lip prints from the previous sucking, with fresh wounds resembling pinpricks scattered across, likely left by the succubi using their tails to extract Fallen Nature.
He looked like a sage gazing upward, and in that moment, as he lay tattered and disheveled, Fisher had already taken it all in.
After a long time, he closed his eyes and sighed, a single clear teardrop slowly sliding from the corner of his eye as he said,
“I really want to die.”
This seemingly habitual phrase became particularly sincere at this moment, tinged with a hint of humor.
This simple sentence made both Fisher and Jasmine laugh, ignoring the succubi nearby who were finally waking up and trembling at Fisher’s mythical rank aura. He approached the Death Lord and asked,
“How did you get entangled with these?”
“I wanted to find you, but I didn’t know where you were, so I planned to send my birds out to find your traces. I released some birds on both sides, but the ones sent to find you didn’t locate you, while the ones sent in the other direction attracted this group of succubi.”
The Death Lord explained to Fisher, slightly rearranging his inappropriate clothing, with little energy.
Unlike Fisher, who had contacts and scrolls, he knew nothing about this place and had no idea which way was which; he could only search blindly, not realizing that he had wandered into the realm of the Lust Gate, resulting in his attack by the succubi.
Fisher found it somewhat amusing yet also looked at the group of trembling succubi huddled together. Just as he was about to say something, the previously singled out purple-haired succubus knelt down, pleading sweetly,
“Lord, please spare us our lives, we… we didn’t mean it!”
Hearing that distinctly enticing voice, Jasmine shot a glance at their weeping, pitiful faces. A long sword suddenly appeared in her hand, and the bright silver light immediately restored the previously talking succubus to her senses, who then completed her last words with a serious tone, as pure as a saint.
“Didn’t mean it? But my friend here is almost driven to suicide by you. Did you set your sights on his appearance, hoping to take him back home?”
“We…”
The purple-haired succubus swallowed hard and then said softly,
“We were just hungry, you see, we haven’t had any Fallen Nature for a long time, so we couldn’t help ourselves.”
“Wait, you are demon attendants, right?”
Fisher glanced at the group before him, clearly conscious, and distinctly different from those little demons, but not as powerful as the demon gods, and spoke.
Previously mentioned, although the term demon kind generally refers to the subhuman race within the Demon Dynasty, in reality, there are only seventy-two demon gods, those are powerful mythical beings, but are currently sealed beneath magma by the Mother.
Below the demon gods, there are two other categories. One is the smallest, and beast-like little demons that lack intelligence. According to human legends, the offspring of demon gods are little demons, but Fisher, having learned about the reproduction knowledge of mythical beings, knew that demons cannot reproduce, so the notion that little demons are their children is purely a fabrication.
Perhaps it was just the ancient demon gods enticing other races to offer Fallen Nature, using little demons as substitutes, or cursing others to turn their offspring into little demons, leading to this rumor.
He remembered that the first time he met Eil, she used this saying, asking Fisher if he wanted her to bear a little demon.
This statement was double-edged, but now Fisher understood that Eil was just teasing him back then.
Aside from little demons, there’s a higher category known as demon attendants. This category has many types and various forms, just like their high-ranking demon gods. They hardly resemble a single species, with succubi being one of them.
But Fisher mentioned this because, unlike the sealed demon gods, demon attendants could freely walk the world, so how could they have gone without absorbing Fallen Nature for so long?
“Ah, according to human classifications, we are indeed demon attendants, but more accurately, we used to be the familiars of Lord Cidi and Lord [Celes], but that was a very long time ago. My name is… Mitra, I am a familiar of Lord Cidi.”
“No, what I mean is, since you haven’t been sealed, how come you haven’t absorbed any Fallen Nature for so long?”
Upon hearing this, Mitra and the sisters trembling on the ground exchanged looks, their expressions becoming increasingly difficult to articulate, arousing Fisher’s curiosity, prompting him to raise his hand and ask once more,
“Not saying?”
“Say it! We’ll say it!”
Mitra, seeing him raise his hand again in fear of him resorting to previous methods to extract their souls, immediately raised her hands and pleaded, hesitatingly explaining to Fisher,
“Actually… we were allowed to go out initially, but later we were chased back and not allowed to go out anymore.”
“Chased back? Who chased you back, and why?”
Mitra cautiously glanced at Fisher, seeing he was human, hesitantly spoke,
“This lord knows that we demons, whether demon gods, familiars or little demons, actually live off Fallen Nature. But Fallen Nature doesn’t serve as food for us; it’s more like some uncontrollable… nature.
“We won’t die from not absorbing Fallen Nature for long periods, but it will bring us unimaginable suffering unlike any other race, like living without breathing, suffering from suffocation; like not drinking water, living in extreme thirst, and the longer this feeling endures, the more intense it becomes.
“As familiars of the Lust Gate, we are inherently drawn to lust and desire and must obtain ‘food’ from it; no other method works. I, and my sisters beside me, are familiars that have lived for a thousand years, making us relatively older, so our nature becomes increasingly difficult to control.
“Therefore, unlike those younger familiars who can endure, we accidentally overindulged while out in human cities and were chased back by our superiors, not allowed to go out again, and now it has been three full years.”
She cautiously stole a glance at Fisher and seemed to have thought of something that made her somewhat frustrated, saying,
“Those demon gods, relying on their tremendous power, can do whatever they want to satisfy their own nature. And we, the weaker ones, not only have to obey their commands but also have to suppress our own nature and worry about exposing ourselves before humans, ruining the demon gods’ affairs.
“Haha, it has been three years in this dim, desolate place; we have been suffering from our nature day and night. Some of our brothers and sisters have gone mad and died. We… we just want men, even a little… just give us a little.”
As she spoke, perhaps recalling something, her face began to flush again, as if the presence of Fisher had deteriorated the already thin and exhausted Death Lord even further, especially since he wasn’t as handsome as this powerful adult before her.
Mitra’s right hand unconsciously reached out, and her unsatisfied or hungry look showed that they were indeed suffering from their inherent nature, while their previous demands of the Death Lord were merely a palliative, completely incapable of satisfying them.
The Death Lord was a half-dead, lifeless entity; his obsession with death had already overshadowed all other desires, and moreover, he once had a beloved who had long since passed away; he clearly wasn’t someone who would squeeze out enough Fallen Nature.
But this mythical-ranked adult, ah, if he could taste the Fallen Nature on him, it would surely be worth dying for.
But just as Mitra thought that, an uncontrollable green imprint suddenly emerged in her eyes, etched onto the chest of the man before her.
That dense aura of a demon god, that distinctive crown symbol.
That was…
“Lord Baemon! You are a follower of Lord Baemon?!”
Mitra’s face turned pale, a thousand times more panicked than when she first saw Fisher, as if merely mentioning that name would utterly annihilate her soul.
In the astonished gaze of Fisher and his companions, they suddenly noticed that the succubus had lost control, terrified she could barely maintain her humanoid form, her tail’s flames growing dimmer.
“Lord Baemon… we didn’t mean it… please don’t test or torment us anymore.”
“When we were in Nali, we truly couldn’t help it. So we didn’t mean to ruin your affairs. Spare us.”
Fisher frowned, watching as Mitra’s head thudded onto the ground repeatedly, as if pleading for her life or a favor from that existence she spoke of.
But his thoughts were completely caught up in the information in Mitra’s words, and he quickly furrowed his brows and asked,
“Baemon… wait, what did you say, where were you sent by Baemon?”
Please vote, tip, and support, this is very important to me! Thank you very much for your support!
(End of this chapter)
