"Heh..."
After the pink-haired little Demon Lord left, Carol turned to the violet-haired High Rank Demon wearing a bone crown. She narrowed her eyes, smiling faintly.
"Lord Alan, I’ve won our wager."
"A mere LV1 Overlord... simply standing on the battlefield amplifies low-tier Demon Kin troops. Easily controlled, no threat to our authority... tsk tsk..."
Violet-haired Alan clicked his tongue, but resentment didn’t flicker in his eyes. Instead, admiration colored his voice:
"...No wonder you’re the High Priestess who wields the god-defying ‘Forbidden Summoning.’ To calibrate summoning requirements this precisely... As agreed, I’ll have my subordinates deliver the ‘Soul Crystal’ to you."
"Thank you, Strategist. Serving the Demon Kin’s interests is my duty. But that child..." Carol hesitated mid-sentence.
"Oh?" Alan arched a brow.
"Mm. She’s trickier than expected. My mind-control magic barely affects her. I’ll need other methods." Carol’s tone turned serious.
Alan snorted dismissively. "Just a clueless little thing. Even with an Overlord title, we hold the reins. In the council hall, Evelyn and I will guide Great Demon King Sibyl to understand her role. She seems clever, but... still a child. A little scare will make her obedient."
"Strategist, I advise against that," Carol frowned, unconvinced.
"Oh? Why?"
"I feel a soul-deep pressure radiating from the Overlord’s body—a primal fear compelling worship and submission. She’s the genuine article. Until we uncover her hidden cards, rash moves are unwise."
"Carol, are you suggesting she could kill us? You’ve scanned her stats, haven’t you?"
"Mm. LV1. 100 Magic Attack—top-tier for her level—but she can’t pierce our defenses. Any lowly demon grunt could slay her. My Detection skill is low-tier though... I couldn’t see her Special Traits, so—"
Alan cut her off. "You overthink everything. Every summon from ‘that world’ makes you twitchy. Even if Sibyl has Special Traits, what threat is an LV1 trait? Move. We can’t let Evelyn linger alone with the Overlord. Bad for all of us."
With a flick, Alan opened a teleportation circle. He gestured politely for Carol to enter.
*So much for our agreement... just mutual suspicion?*
The thought lingered in Carol’s throat. She swallowed it silently, vanishing into the portal behind Alan.
...
Council Hall.
The chamber sat atop a medieval-style castle. Still dizzy from motion sickness, I hadn’t processed my surroundings before finding myself in this shadowy room—only a massive round table and chairs within.
I swear: never again riding the Blood Bat Express.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d vomited. This unreliable pink-haired loli Demon Lord body hadn’t eaten in ages before I took over. Only stomach acid came up. Absolute misery.
Evelyn apologized smoothly, handing me water and a bucket. Then she watched silently from the side, a faint smile playing on her lips. Zero help offered.
*Damn it! You’re a vampire with magic—why not cast a healing spell?!*
Wait. *I* know healing magic.
I lifted my head with effort, my voice squeaky:
"B-b-basic Healing Spell!"
Magic drained from my body. A soft green orb materialized before me, pulsing with gentle warmth.
My eyes lit up. I reached for it desperately—
Only for the orb to veer wildly toward the silver-haired vampire.
"Mm... Such pure life energy. Excellent."
Evelyn toyed with my hard-earned healing orb like a teacher praising a star pupil.
"G-give it back!"
Tears pricked my eyes. How rude—stealing from a little girl?!
"Patience, Almighty Great Demon King Sibyl."
She slapped the orb onto her own palm. I could only watch as my magic was hijacked.
"Truly divine... the healing magic of an Overlord. So pure... like the blood of the untouched."
The silver-haired beauty closed her eyes, savoring it. Then her crimson gaze locked onto me—reverence replaced by hunger:
"I wonder... what flavor holds the blood of our virgin Overlord? Chocolate’s richness? Cherry’s tartness? Or the crispness of holy spring water?"
*Wait—how would a vampire know holy spring water’s taste?!*
I shuddered. That predatory stare—I’d only seen it in lions on nature documentaries!
Evelyn, my so-called subordinate, now saw me as prey.
One step. Two steps.
She closed in, crimson eyes blazing brighter, almost tangible.
"Y-you want to drink my blood?"
Weak from vomiting, I couldn’t flee. Only stare in terror as she approached.
*What do I do?! What do I DO?!*
I should’ve left with Carol. At least then I wouldn’t be vampire snack-time.
If regret pills existed, they’d bankrupt Wall Street. Everyone wishes they could reload their save file in this game called life.
I activated [Overlord’s Detection] on Evelyn. The stats crushed my hope:
...
**Evelyn Scott**
**Personality:** Calm, Elegant, Sadistic
**Level:** LV65 (Awakened)
**HP:** 37,000/37,000
**MP:** 11,200/11,200
**Physical ATK:** 4,700
**Magic ATK:** 2,280
**Physical RES:** 3,900
**Magic RES:** 3,700
**Dodge:** 450
**Luck:** 6
**Class:** Demon Warlord
**Race:** Vampire (Fourth Progenitor) (Awakened)
**Divine Spark:** Locked
**Key Skills:**
Blood Tide (LV6)
Bloodthirsty Hunt Slash (LV6)
Blood Conversion (LV6)
Heart Grip (LV3)
Light/Sanctity Resistance (LV6)
*(Minor skills omitted)*
**Special Traits:**
Progenitor Release (LV9)
Deathrattle: Soul Sever (LV1)
Blood Barrier (LV3)
...
*What the hell?! How are humans winning against Demon Kin with monsters like this?!*
My Minor Fireball wouldn’t scratch her HP bar. Unless [Darkness Controller] triggered—a one-hit KO.
Back in my old life, I was a certified F2P whale: 499 pulls for a deer in *Onmyoji*, 90 pulls netting nine Rangers in *Honkai Impact*. I don’t believe in 1% miracles.
And with her insane Dodge stat? Hitting her was a fantasy.
"Relax, adorable Great Demon King Sibyl. I promise... you’ll *enjoy* my embrace."
Evelyn slid closer, elegant arms trapping me. She ignored my feeble struggles, her waist-hugging grip firm. Her gorgeous face dipped toward my neck.
No escape. The silver-haired vampire would bite me.
Unless...?
