"Is that so..."
Though I’d suspected as much, hearing Evelyn confirm it still shook me for a few seconds.
But I quickly steadied myself.
Even if this body was that of a little girl, I was the Overlord. Humans were my enemies—especially fanatical soldiers. Killing them, even as prisoners, shouldn’t weigh on me.
Besides, if I fell into the human alliance’s hands? My fate would be an R-18+ tragedy. Just imagining it chilled me.
I simply had to see these soldiers as lowly slime monsters. After all, I was Sibyl Daliana—the pink-haired little girl Overlord. Human perspectives no longer mattered to me.
Noticing my shifting expression, Evelyn added smoothly:
"Oh my, Great Demon King, no need to fear~ You won’t lift a finger or see much blood. I’ll handle the entire leveling process. Just rest in my arms and take a nap."
Her suggestion eased my mind. I nodded.
"Fine. Do it."
...
The Western Demons’ dungeon was larger than I’d expected.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t dark. Magic lamps hung everywhere, casting bright light. It wasn’t damp either—almost dry.
Yet the air reeked of decay, laced with a faint, sweetish tang of blood.
The layout resembled a cross: a long corridor flanked by cells forged from unknown metal bars. Gaps between bars were barely half a finger wide—no chance of "imprisoned in void" nonsense. At the corridor’s end stood a sealed door carved with skulls.
Only half the cells held prisoners. Soldiers, bound in heavy chains, glared at Evelyn and me with raw hatred. I’d never felt such intense malice.
After dismissing the Mid Tier Demon guards, Evelyn led me down the corridor. Curses flew from the cells—mostly at her, but some at me too.
I won’t repeat the vulgarities. A decade in Zu’an’s toxic chat would pale beside them. But one insult ignited my fury: "filthy succubus bitch." That erased my last shred of pity.
Honestly, my only non-human trait was the horn on my head. Yet everyone here recognized me as Succubus Clan. Were we *that* infamous in this world?
"Heh... Daring to insult the Great Demon King? Truly, worthless insects who don’t know life from death~"
Evelyn had stayed calm when insulted herself. But hearing *me* cursed, her face darkened. She fixed a bloodthirsty smile on the cell that had shouted "bitch," her crimson eyes burning with violet flames, gazing like at trash.
"Heart Grip."
Silence slammed into that cell. The man’s mouth opened—no words came out, only blood. He collapsed.
His death wasn’t gruesome, yet my stomach lurched. Slaughtering NPCs in AAA games differed vastly from witnessing real death. This little girl body instinctively recoiled from it too, though the effect was mild.
I adjusted quickly, shutting my eyes and leaning against Evelyn’s soft bosom.
Unexpectedly, even with closed eyes, my 【Real-Time Combat Stats】still glowed in the lower-right corner of my vision.
And there—my 【Reputation (EXP)】had finally changed:
【Real-Time Combat Stats】
【HP: 300/300】
【MP: 1000/1000】
【Buffs: Basic Soul Guard (Slight mental fortification, Malice immunity from specific entities. Source: Carol. Duration: 4 days)】
【Debuffs: Mana Exhaustion (Severe reduction to all physical attributes)】
【Reputation (EXP): Lv.1 10/100】
I’d gained 10 EXP just from Evelyn killing that soldier.
Excellent news. I could ignore human deaths—but taking lives myself? I wasn’t ready for that.
If Evelyn’s kills granted me EXP... on a battlefield, one of her AoE spells could skyrocket my level!
Maybe I’d hit Lv.40 or 50 in a single battle. Then my dream—conquering the world while lounging on a Valiant Heroine’s lap counting gold—would be effortless.
Lost in this fantasy, I barely noticed the soldiers growing *more* frenzied after their comrade’s death. Their curses roared louder.
Evelyn didn’t hesitate. She silenced them one by one—the simplest way.
Finally, after her tenth "Heart Grip," my level shifted from glaring Lv.1 to a modest Lv.2.
How delightful.
