Evil Dragon: The young dragon I picked up keeps planning on becoming an empress Chapter 470 288: Little Underworld Soul Reaper? Don't Make M

No matter how many possibilities there are, they all probably boil down to the sa thing: either I beco a powerful official focused on my career,

or I beco a powerful official who is entangled with you both in career and personal affairs.

Lance laid out the scenarios that could unfold after he didn't leave the Abyss as the possible outcos of his deduction.

redith, Christine, and Great Vampire Krastihela blushed, wanting to retort, but when the words reached their lips, they felt... that these possibilities were not out of the question.

Love and hate intertwined.

They would continue to target Lance, thinking of subjugating him, and it wasn't unlikely that as they spent more ti together, they would slowly be drawn to him.

"So, what you an is... you're afraid of falling in love with us, and that's why you choose to leave the Abyss?" redith propped her cheek with her hand, looking at Lance with a smirk that was not quite a smile.

"To be precise... I'm afraid that you will fall for , and that's why I choose to leave the Abyss."

"Quite presumptuous of you to think that we, of our status, would fall for you."

"There's a very good chance of it."

Lance, smiling, raised the bottle of liquor, redith, Christine, and Great Vampire Krastihela subconsciously raised their bottles too, clinking them against Lance's.

They gulped down the remainder of the bottle in two swigs.

Lance naturally unscrewed the cap of another bottle on the table and passed the liquor to the three of them.

Dawn was approaching; a few more bottles and it would be ti to go ho to sleep.

They all knew if they got drunk, they might as well sleep at the Demon King City.

Suman would take care of them.

"You're overthinking it. From the beginning to the end, you've never been within my standards for choosing a partner. I don't even have the intention of falling in love. I just want to make you submit to to prove my strength."

"That's a good mindset. Keep it up. As a princess, you must never be romantic. Being romantic only leads to pain later on and the loss of great ambition. Don't fall in love; focus on your career. With your strength, sooner or later you could beco the queen who looks down upon the whole world."

The queen who looks down upon the whole world...

redith's peach blossom eyes gradually began to glaze over, "Empress... that sounds nice. If I beco the Abyss Empress, would you be willing to be my little dog?"

Lance punched redith with a laugh, speaking outrageously.

"If a queen really appears in the Abyss one day, it will be !"

Demon Princess Christine threw her head back and took a swig of the white liquor, oozing with dominance.

"Not bad, not bad at all. I see in you the strength to sweep across the universe and devour the world. Just take a good look at the Abyss, and you could beco its empress. Just because others have beco Demon Emperors doesn't an you, Christine, can't!"

Lance praised Christine. Wasn't that right?

What was the point of fixating on him every day?

Look at the world; strive for sothing beyond the title of Demon Emperor, to beco the empress who looks down upon the Abyss, to beco the grand female protagonist. Then, her suitors would be as nurous as her followers.

"If those two can beco empresses who look down upon the world, what about ? Can I beco an empress who looks down upon the world?"

Great Vampire Krastihela stood up and walked over to Lance, placing her hand on his shoulder, leaning in close to his face and whispered.

"You're as outstanding as they are, naturally, you also have the chance to beco an empress who looks down upon the world. The future of the Abyss... belongs to the three of you, ruling it in thirds. As for who will eventually unify the Abyss, that will depend on your abilities."

"What about you? Are you really not interested in this title of Demon Emperor?"

"I'm too busy raising cubs; I don't have the ti to compete for the position of Demon Emperor."

Great Vampire Krastihela wanted to say more, but Lance didn't give her the chance. He discreetly tapped her with his finger.

Great Vampire Krastihela felt dizzy.

"You don't seem to handle your liquor too well, are you drunk already? Let help you to lie down."

Lance stood up to support Krastihela, and as he passed by Christine, he nonchalantly tapped her as well.

Christine felt her head grow heavy, and although not yet drunk, she felt she might have had a bit too much to drink.

The Great Vampire settled into her spot and promptly collapsed onto the table, falling into a deep sleep.

Christine put her drink aside and, resting on her left arm, closed her eyes in a doze.

"They both can't handle their drink equally; it seems your tolerance is pretty good."

Lance walked around to redith's side and, as his hand touched her head, he silently cast a Sleep Spell.

redith made a sound of acknowledgnt and mumbled a few words before clumsily laying her head down on the table and falling asleep.

Suman witnessed this scene and suspected Lance was playing dirty tricks behind the scenes, but she dared not say too much.

After all, Lance was once her imdiate superior and also half a ntor to her.

"Suman, the three of them are drunk. You take them back to the Royal City and let them get so good sleep."

"You... What about you?"

"I won't leave the Abyss just yet. I'll be taking the Dragon Cub around the various Great King Cities these days. When they wake up, they can contact anyti."

"You... You're not lying to , are you?"

"No."

Lance smiled as he took out five or six bottles of white spirits from the Diamond Talisman and tossed them to Suman, "Take these back to try."

"Thank you, Lord Lance."

"Go."

Suman cast a magic spell and took Christine, the Great Vampire, and redith away.

The Dragon Cub and her four little friends were in high spirits at the mont, eating, drinking, and chatting.

From ti to ti, they also discussed their dreams.

Lance pulled out a rocking chair, tossed it onto it, and quietly waited for the little ones to get drunk.

Their alcohol tolerance was not high; a few more bottles would make them drunk.

As he had guessed, the little ones really did get drunk, but it took nearly three hours for them to get there.

By this ti, it was already daylight.

Seeing this, Lance simply set up an invisible, disguising Array in the area, then lay down in the rocking chair, sinking into a deep sleep.

Sleep during the day.

Work at night.

Soul reaping.

At a little past eight at night, Lance woke up from a deep sleep.

Seeing the Dragon Cub and her four little friends spread-eagled and fast asleep on the ground, he did not disturb them. He left a mory Stone behind and left the place, heading for the Royal City of the Fallen Angels.

.....

At ten o'clock at night, Angel City.

Fallen Angel Justin was lying in a rocking chair in his own garden, resting with his eyes closed.

In a state between sleep and wakefulness, he vaguely sensed ripples in the void before him. He opened his eyes and saw a Grim Reaper, shrouded in a voluminous black robe, step out from the void.

Holding a Grim Reaper's Scythe, wrapped in chains of the Soul Hook.

"Grim Reaper... No, you're not the Hell Grim Reaper, are you the Soul Reaper from the Netherworld?"

"Lord Justin has guessed correctly. I am the Soul Reaper from the Netherworld. It is ti for Lord Justin to die. The Ghost King has sent to guide Lord Justin to the Netherworld... Hmm?"

As if sensing sothing, the Soul Reaper from the Netherworld looked up at the blood moon in the sky. He saw a Grim Reaper, also enveloped in a black robe, softly descending towards this place, riding on the brilliance of the blood moon.

It was as if he possessed the ability to teleport; one mont he was in the sky, the next he was above the estate, and with another step, he appeared directly before him.

Not a Soul Reaper from the Netherworld, but a Hell Grim Reaper!

This aura... this presence...

The true Hell Grim Reaper.

"Fallen Angel Justin, your ti has co. I am here to guide you to Hell. Co with ."

"The Soul Reaper from the Netherworld wants to guide , and now you, the Hell Grim Reaper, also want to guide . How about... you two fight it out? Whoever wins can guide ."

Lance, completely enveloped in the Grim Reaper's robes, glanced at the Soul Reaper from the Netherworld not far away.

The Netherworld even wants to claim the soul of a Fallen Angel, really aiming to grow and strengthen?

To rise to glory once again?

"Go back. Fallen Angel Justin's soul will be guided by Hell. You... would be wise not to continue soul reaping under the banner of the 'Netherworld.'"

"The business of our Netherworld is none of the business of Hell Grim Reapers like you."

"Hell Grim Reapers may not have the right to ddle in the Netherworld's affairs, but I have that right."

Lance raised his hand and, out of the blue, slapped the Soul Reaper from the Netherworld, turning his Grim Reaper's robes into black mist.

"Roll back to where you ca from. In so ti, I will personally visit the Netherworld."