Who is it?!

The Abyssal Lord?

But didn’t the Hero say he’d completely destroyed its true form? How dare it show itself again?

Hearing those nightmare-chilled words, Sylvia felt her skin stiffen all over.

Damn it!

She had to activate the Blink Rune on her right palm—now!

Even if she couldn’t escape defilement this time, she’d rather give herself to the Hero than let these repulsive Abyss demons have her.

Never!

Struggling fiercely, Sylvia cast Divine Ward and Hymn of Hope on herself while trying High-tier Sacred Healing to dispel the black mist coiling tightly around her limbs.

Useless. The mist wasn’t poison, so healing failed. No physical damage meant Divine Ward’s brief invincibility did nothing.

Even Hymn of Hope’s powerful cleanse failed—the mist-blocked limbs couldn’t channel magic, so the system misidentified them as lifeless objects.

Sylvia nearly spat blood from rage.

What *is* this thing?!

Why had this twisted control never appeared when she played the original game?

“Hehehehe… Surprised? My pure and noble Archangel~”

Watching Sylvia, utterly immobilized despite her struggles, Roth—the Abyssal Lord possessing Angus’s body via the Elder God’s psychic link—let out a deeply satisfied, sinister chuckle.

“This ‘Spirit Essence’ was bestowed by the Elder God himself to capture you. Any surface-world creature touching it loses all magic instantly. All cleanse effects fail.”

“But truly—you *are* humanity’s Archangel. Still casting skills after holding on this long… Haven’t you noticed your magic draining rapidly?”

Sylvia jolted. She checked her reserves. Sure enough—her magic had silently vanished.

No wonder Hymn of Hope wouldn’t recast. Not even enough left for High-tier Sacred Healing.

What now?

Dizzy and desperate, she had no way out of this peril.

“Giving up?” Roth narrowed his eyes slightly as the girl stilled.

He guided Angus’s body closer, tilting his head to study the pure-white maiden suspended midair by the black mist, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Hss… haa…!”

He dramatically puffed his chest, inhaling deeply. Utterly intoxicated.

*This scent! This is it!*

Greedy and entranced, he drank in her faint, naturally fresh fragrance—unwilling to stop even for a breath.

“This time… can that cowardly little worm steal you from me again?”

Sensing her revulsion, Roth grew more excited. He raised a hand toward her.

He couldn’t wait to savor the Archangel’s utterly humiliated, furious expression.

“Stop!”

Just as his fingers neared the pure white feathers of Sylvia’s angelic attire, a desperate cry cut through the air.

Hearing her panic, Roth’s grin twisted darker. He looked up at her face—slightly flushed from shame and rage.

“Scream! Cry! Rage! Shout until your throat bleeds—you *will* be pressed against the void and thoroughly ‘disciplined’ today. My dear Archangel~”

He dismissed her outburst as helpless fury—and savored every note of it.

“No! This… this is Lord Angus’s body! Don’t use *his* hands for this evil act!”

Truly frantic now, Sylvia clung to one last hope: awakening Angus’s suppressed soul.

Her mistake? Overconfidence. This world had already revealed powers absent from the original game—yet she’d still assumed she understood the Abyss.

But the real reason? Her own weakness.

If her strength and agility were restored to level 70, she wouldn’t have fallen so easily—even against an Abyssal Lord.

*Restore my power. That’s the priority.*

And never, ever underestimate the Abyss again.

“Oh? Right… I’m using *his* body.”

Roth paused, then blinked in mock realization.

He *did* have that quirk. But with his own body lost in the world-shaking explosion… adapting took time.

Still…

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you? My dear Archangel~”

Spotting her subtle sigh of relief, Roth’s malicious amusement only deepened.

*Whoosh…*

A small pitch-black portal shimmered into the void at his gesture.

With practiced ease, he drew out another vial of blood-red liquid.

Blood of Pure Lust.

A gift from the Succubus Queen—of course there was more than one.

“Hehehehe…”

Shaking the vial with eager anticipation, Roth’s eyes gleamed.

*What’s he planning now?!*

Sylvia’s brief relief shattered. Her eyes widened.

She sensed the potion’s strange aura.

A familiar scent…

*Ah!*

The very potion the Abyssal Lord—disguised as the Hero—had tricked her into drinking after her first capture!

Memories of that scene, her own bizarre reactions afterward—her heart clenched with dread.

No!

Don’t come closer!