Species Name: High Succubus
Original Sin: Lust
Surname: Asmondith
Rank: Seventh Rank
Race Traits: Manipulating shadows and fire, proficient in psychic magic
Evolution Sequence: Lesser Fiend - Greater Fiend - Fiend Leader - Demon Child - Flame Demon Child - Enchantress - Succubus - High Succubus
Interests: Queen fetish, attaching to powerful demons
Attitude towards humans: Devour those who displease, play with and then devour those who please. Some exceptional males may be kept as pets.
- Excerpt from "Demons and Humans"
I...I ran away from home...No, it's not running away, it's escaping, again.
I like Nicole, I really do, ever since the first time we met. Although at first, my liking for her could be interpreted as a Lolita complex, as the years went by, I enjoyed her care and attention every day. She would do anything for me, feeding me when I was young, bathing me, doing my laundry... It seemed like she had become an indispensable part of my life, or you could say, my daily routine.
In life, she was my caring sister, and in talent, she was a genius who could reach the pinnacle of humanity. In appearance, she was an unparalleled beauty... No matter how you looked at her, she was perfect, without any flaws. And me? Setting aside everything else, just looking at talent alone, I have no knack for sensing aura, so I can't become a warrior. My magical aptitude is also not enough to be a mage. Even if I walked the streets carrying gold coins, I wouldn't be able to hold on to them. No matter how you looked at it, I was nothing but useless, so it's better to leave and not burden my family with my presence.
So, I chose to leave under the cover of the dawn, the faint light of the high-hanging moon, with my backpack and weapon on my back. I didn't look back, not because I felt no attachment, but because I was afraid that if I did, I would stop in my tracks with just one glance. So I hurriedly walked away, my mind in turmoil. Sometimes, I would think about Nicole and Rosca's care for me, and other times, I would remember Rosca's question about Nicole before dinner... I had many thoughts, but these chaotic thoughts only made me walk faster.
Unknowingly, I walked far, far away, and now I don't even know where I am. It's so dark outside, and I'm so scared. I regretted impulsively leaving home, but I was also in pain. Why is it that whenever Salas appears, all of you gather around him? Am I a burden, or am I...useless?
If this world has Fighting Spirit and magic, then it definitely has Undead as well... Thinking of this, my whole body shivered, my scalp tingled, and cold sweat flowed out of my pores. At a time like this, even the slightest movement of the wind would scare the life out of me. But I can't go back anymore! I don't want to go back! What's the point of going back, just to see Salas' face!
I'm so scared, but I don't want to go back. Like a child who has fallen out of favor but still stubbornly wants to show defiance, I forced myself to continue forward despite the fear. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened along the way, except for the occasional frightening screech of an owl...
I don't know how long I've been walking, but it's almost dawn. I sat on a rock to rest. When I left, I brought some money, saved little by little from my daily living expenses. I originally wanted to save more to use for business in the future, but it ended up becoming my travel funds. Without any destination in mind, I'll just go as far as I can. If I encounter bandits, I'll give them the money and pray to survive. Then, I'll continue forward until I feel tired or can't go any further, and then I'll find something to do in a small town or village.
It's quite pitiful if you think about it, but which protagonist in those novels didn't encounter a stroke of luck only after going outside? Maybe the reason why I haven't had any aura sensitivity or encountered any old men with golden fingers in these past eight years is that my opportunity hasn't arrived yet. Perhaps this journey will be the start of my new life, who knows.Move forward with the sunset, young man... Oh wait, it's the sunrise.
The sky is brightening as the sun slowly rises, releasing its radiance from the horizon above to the ends of the light.
So, let's continue moving forward.
At the soul age of 43 and physical age of 8, seeing the sunrise gives me sudden strength to keep going. After aimlessly wandering for an hour, I took out some bread and water from my backpack and found a grassy patch to sit down.
After eating and resting for a while, it's time to hit the road again. I stood up and prepared to move on. Suddenly, a faint voice echoed in my mind, as if it was seeking help. Help? How could there be a random voice begging for help in my mind!?
Should I respond? How should I respond? What if it's a trap? But if I don't go, I'll feel uneasy... Let's go take a look.
I organized my equipment. In my left hand, I held a small round shield covered in iron, while in my right hand, I gripped a 60-centimeter short sword. Because of the influence of "I'm an MT," I originally chose a sword and shield as my weapons. If I could successfully activate the qi sensation, I could also become a shield swordsman.
Lastly, there were two daggers hanging on my waist, one on each side. Everything was in order, so let me go and see who or what this entity is that can directly affect my mind.
Actually, when I decided to investigate, it already indicated that I had the readiness to face death.
Continuing forward for about ten more minutes, a strange-looking red creature passed by me. I cautiously assumed a defensive posture. However, the creature continued forward as if it hadn't seen me, disappearing from my sight in an instant. I didn't even get a clear look at what the creature looked like before it hurriedly scurried into the nearby bushes.
Surprisingly, instead of turning back, my curiosity pushed me to continue forward. The creature just now seemed like a demon. If it truly was a demon, it should have immediately pounced on me upon seeing a living person. Why did it ignore me? Something was definitely wrong. I hastened my pace to catch up and walked for about another 10 minutes. Chaotic sounds became louder up ahead. I crouched down and carefully opened the bushes taller than me. Before my eyes was a group of goblins, shorter than 1.5 meters in height, with green bodies and skinny frames, hideously ugly enough to make one cry. They wore grass skirts and carried wooden sticks, wooden spears, or rusty iron blades, junk-like weapons.
There were a lot of goblins, probably close to a thousand. This caused their formation to be somewhat chaotic, lacking any sense of an army. Dead goblins and the bodies of the red creatures that had ignored me earlier were on the outer perimeter of the goblin force.
The goblins crowded together and obstructed my view, so I climbed up a tree to observe.
It turned out that the goblins were surrounding a strange purple-haired loli. She appeared to be around ten years old and wore a white princess dress with countless intricate patterns, clearly not an ordinary item. She also had clean and refreshing purple long hair, her beautiful face rosy and white, like a fairy untouched by dust in the heavens.
The purple-haired loli was sitting on a large stone, looking exhausted. There were around a hundred demons guarding her nearby. These demons had a similar height and slender build as the goblins but seemed somewhat stronger. The demons I encountered before were of this kind, called Small Fiends or Little Devils, resembling the imps in World of Warcraft, except the imps there had green skin, while these Small Fiends had red skin.
The fighting power of these Small Fiends was comparable to that of an ordinary adult human. As a demon creature commonly seen in hell, they lived at the lowest level of the demon world, possessing a status equal to that of civilian humans and serving as the prototypes for all higher-level demons.
Among the hundred or so Small Fiends were a dozen or so particularly strong individuals, an evolved form of the Small Fiends known as Big Fiends or Big Devils.
Big Fiends were first-tier demon creatures, meaning that in a one-on-one fight, their combat power was equivalent to that of a first-tier warrior of the human race.
The demons protected the purple-haired loli, forming a standoff against the goblins. Some scattered Small Fiends and Big Fiends hurriedly arrived from a distance, aiming to break through the goblin encirclement to protect the purple-haired loli. The initial battle between the two sides had started on the outer circle, with the demons wanting to enter and the goblins intercepting them, inevitably leading to conflict and bloodshed at first sight.The weapons of goblins are extremely rubbish. When they attack small Fiends, there is not a significant effect. Therefore, individually, goblins are relatively weak in combat. However, goblins have the advantage in numbers. If one-on-one is not enough, then two-on-one, or even five-on-one or ten-on-one!
Often, when a small Fiend is attacking one goblin, it has to face attacks from all directions. Even if it risks its life, it can at most kill one or two goblins before being killed by the others.
When a goblin intercepts a small Fiend in an assault formation, its wooden spear doesn't penetrate the Fiend's body and gets stuck without reaching the bone. The ferocious nature of the small Fiend is exposed after being injured, and it grabs the spear-wielding goblin and attacks. Little did it know, another goblin with a wooden stick launched a sneak attack from behind and slammed it on the head, causing the small Fiend to become disoriented. Another goblin, holding a rusty iron blade, saw this opportunity and rushed forward for close-range attack, slicing towards the small Fiend's head. Little did it know that the small Fiend's dizziness was a pretense. When it saw the goblin rushing to its death, it immediately revealed its ferocious fangs and ignored the iron blade. It extended its claws and grabbed the enemy's shoulder. Its head stretched out, and it bit the goblin's neck.
"Ah, ah, ah..." accompanied by the miserable screams of the bitten goblin, the small Fiend easily severed its trachea and casually threw it on the ground like a broken doll.
The vicious methods of the small Fiend frightened the nearby goblins, causing these timid creatures to tremble and want to escape. At this time, a stronger goblin walked up. It was equipped with a small round shield and a short sword. Judging by its weapons, this goblin seemed to hold a position similar to a leader among its kind.
The goblin leader pushed aside its cowardly counterparts and roared loudly in a language I couldn't understand. Then, it focused its attention on the small Fiend, and a mocking smile, characteristic of intelligent creatures, appeared on its lips. It swung its sword with force, with the shield in front, and charged towards the small Fiend.
The combat power of ordinary goblins is incomparable to that of ordinary adult humans. These disgusting creatures have always relied on numerical superiority. However, the well-equipped goblin leader is different; it is stronger than its counterparts. Its weapons might be relics from unlucky human mercenaries. Overall, its combat power is at least on par with that of an ordinary adult human. As the lowest-ranked demon, the small Fiend's combat power alone is equivalent to that of an ordinary adult human. However, the small Fiend has no weapons, and when fighting with its bare hands, it can only barely fight the goblin leader to a draw, with a slight disadvantage. In addition, there are many goblin henchmen lurking on the sidelines, so the outcome is determined in a short time.
Without exception, the small Fiend was pierced in the heart by the goblin leader and met its end with hatred.
This is just one example among the demons in the encircling formation. Almost all the demons in the encircling formation suffer the same fate. Only some powerful Fiends can break through layer after layer of encirclement with their powerful first-tier combat power and luck to reach the purple-haired loli.
And that is not all, as the confrontation between the two sides continues and time passes, more demons come in scattered spots. Their arrival creates indescribable pressure on the goblins.
Like goblins, goblins also like to capture human-like beautiful women back to their tribes. The fate of these captured women is invariably, unimaginably cruel as they become breeding machines for the goblin tribes. This is because the offspring produced by powerful females are more powerful than those produced by female goblins. Over time, it has become common knowledge among intelligent races that goblins and other inferior races plunder human-like females as breeding machines.
I am not interested in goblin traditions. I am just curious about how that purple-haired loli possesses the ability to command demons! How did she do it!?
