God-Tier Enhancement Chapter 311: Episode 311Succubus Dream (1)

Chapter 311: Episode 311_Succubus Dream (1)

1.

Epia’s original ultimate skill was the Dream of Nightmares, a racial trait of succubi that used dreams to inflict nightmares on their targets. Of course, when she used it, it was far stronger.

Ordinary succubi used dreams rely to lower their target’s guard, foster a sense of familiarity, and drain their life force more easily by fulfilling their desires. The Succubus Queen, however—a legendary figure said to appear once in tens of thousands of years—used that dream as a tool for slaughter. Anyone caught in Epia’s dream who could not withstand her magic power died, without exception. That was Epia’s power, and it had already appeared once before in one of Han Simin’s videos.

This ti, that power manifested after being converted into divine power through the sacred relic.

Of course, the divine power that had awakened her dark magic was not sothing that would leave Epia, the Demon King, unscathed. The backlash was enormous.

At first, with her power completely sealed by restrictions, the Heart’s divine power hadn’t been an issue. But as the overflowing energy coursed through her, it began to shatter those restraints, awakening a fraction of her dark magic. Instantly, the two opposing energies clashed violently within her, each trying to annihilate the other.

Being a Demon King made no difference. If anything, it made it more dangerous, as the amount of dark magic she possessed was beyond imagination.

The only reason she survived was that half a Heart was not enough to awaken all of her dark magic. She hadn’t left the awakening dark magic to fight the divine power; she had imdiately poured it into the sacred relic, which was why no one noticed.

The Pope was present, but Epia had handled things with that much precision. If the Heavenly King, or at least an upper-rank Celestial, had been there, they might have sensed sothing, however faint. But no such being was present.

In the end, Epia safely overca the crisis. And now, the effect of her proof rippled outward.

Divine power spread wide.

And people fell into dreams.

Epia smiled.

No one saw her smile. Everyone had already drifted into sleep, their eyes hazy.

But as she smiled, so too did everyone else, as if they were having a pleasant dream.

That included the Emperor, the Pope, and even Han Simin.

Under normal circumstances, a trial like this would have left everyone frowning, trapped, and miserable. But they were smiling, which ant this dream was different.

Epia closed her eyes.

Even she didn’t know how her dream had been distorted. It was a nightmare manifested through divine power. She intended to see for herself what it had beco.

And so, everyone fell into the dream.

*

The dream was not a personal vision of the future, nor was it a reflection of individual hopes.

In that place where tens of thousands had gathered, everyone was sharing the exact sa dream.

A snow-white sky. A world of pure white. Countless angels were gathered in a place so holy it could only be Heaven itself. It was unmistakably the Celestial Realm.

Stripped of their freedom to move, the people could only watch the grand assembly from the sidelines, their minds blank, like third-party observers.

The experience was so vivid that it felt real, not just for those within the dream, but for the viewers watching the broadcast as well.

’What the hell is this?’

Too stunned to speak, those watching the stream could only trade their thoughts through the chat.

Even amid the confusion, the dream continued.

“God has bestowed upon us the third holy relic! This signifies His trust in the current Celestial Realm and proves that our efforts are aligned with His desires!”

“Woooooah!”

And the first person to appear—the one giving a speech before tens of thousands of angels—was a face the drears knew all too well.

—What the hell? That’s the Heavenly King.

—Yeah, that’s really him.

—I an, we knew, but why are they showing it this blatantly?

—Isn’t the Demon King supposed to be showing us this?

This only added to the confusion.

Why?

Everyone had been dragged into this dream by the Demon King’s trickery, but if she was going to show them sothing, shouldn’t it have featured Epia herself?

That would have been common sense.

—Let’s just keep watching for now.

In any case, the dream went on.

The Heavenly King raised the Holy Grail—the very one currently in Epia’s hands—high into the air and smiled in satisfaction.

With that, the scene shifted.

The surrounding angels vanished, and the Heavenly King now stood alone in an empty room.

It was a place shrouded in darkness, yet faintly illuminated by divine power.

To those watching the dream, it was an unfamiliar setting. However, it was a place quite familiar to Han Simin.

’The chamber where the holy relics were kept.’

There, the two holy relics that had already been sacrificed to open the Celestial Gate—now devoid of their light—were already in place.

By this point, people could roughly guess the nature of this dream.

The setting was the era of the Heavenly King’s reign, specifically the ti he received the relics. They would have to keep watching to understand why they were being shown this.

Patiently, they watched as the Heavenly King moved toward the dream’s focal point.

He carefully set the third holy relic he had received from God in its designated place. Then, using divine power, he wiped it so thoroughly that not even a speck of dust could touch it.

It was the complete opposite of Han Simin, who had spent an entire day struggling to get the relic to

12, only to hurl it onto the floor in exhausted frustration.

A glint of greed now shone in the Heavenly King’s eyes, a stark contrast to his earlier reverence.

Then, words spilled from his lips.

“Once I gather just one more... it might be possible. To beco a god.”

His voice held none of the solemnity or holiness from before.

It was filled only with greed.

He lifted his gaze toward the heavens.

“God. A being who never cared whether the Celestial Realm fell or the continent was handed over to demons. Humans and celestials need a god who can influence them directly, not a god like that...”

As he murmured softly, the divine power flickering around him suddenly dimd.

Of course, the only ones who saw this were the people watching everything as third-party observers through the dream.

The only other witness was a single celestial who happened to be passing by, glimpsing the scene through a crack in the chamber door.

The celestial’s face ca into view as the perspective shifted from the Heavenly King to the onlooker.

He was too stunned to speak.

Those watching could not help but widen their eyes.

The two main figures who had appeared in the dream.

There were only two of them, and by so coincidence, both were faces everyone knew.

—Holy crap. What the hell? Isn’t that Epia?

—What is going on?

They had no ti to even voice their questions. With that, the dream’s scene shifted once more.

*

Next was the Demilitarized Zone.

On one horizon, darkness; on the other, light.

There, Epia, her eyes full of sorrow, and the Heavenly King, his eyes full of greed, stood facing each other.

“Heavenly King... did you truly have to do this?” Epia asked, her tone pleading.

Her heart-rending voice and expression tugged at the viewers’ heartstrings.

But the Heavenly King, now far more of a villain than before, did not waver in the slightest.

Instead, he gestured dismissively toward the pleading Epia.

In his hand were objects brimming with dark magic.

“Get lost. I’m going to beco a god. If God grows jealous and tries to stop , I’ll crush even Him.”

Epia remained silent.

With a sorrowful face, Epia drew out the holy relic she had carried on the continent.

Without another word, she began to fight.

And with that, the dream ended.

It was a long nightmare that, in reality, had lasted only a mont—yet it was also a dream of hope.

That was the impression it left on people.

Regardless of what they had thought of Epia before, anyone who had simply watched the dream could not help but feel that way.

—Epia, poor thing.

—So the original Heavenly King developed so twisted ambition, and when Epia saw it and tried to stop him, he fled to the Demon World?

—Then he beca the Demon King, and that led to the current situation.

—So they were both celestials in the end?

—The current Demon King is a fallen angel.

The conclusion was not difficult to reach.

Anyone who had seen the dream could understand the current situation.

—Damn. This is insane. Who cos up with a story like this?

—And she created this whole illusion in that short amount of ti? She really is a succubus.

—Or was this a pre-written scenario? For sothing whipped up in a mont, it’s way too detailed.

Of course, anyone who knew better understood it was all fake.

But that did not matter.

Only one thing did.

—It’s over.

—The Demon King—no, the Heavenly King—has no choice now but to live as the Demon King.

—Even if he proves he can use divine power, no one’s going to believe him. They’ll just think, “He was originally a celestial, so of course he can use divine power.”

—But how did Epia use divine power to cast holy magic?

—Does that matter? What matters is that she did it.

The outco had been decided.

When people woke from the dream, they could not speak for a while.

The first to open her mouth was, as always, Epia, who adapted to the situation the fastest.

She turned a captivating gaze toward the Emperor.

“Was that proof enough?”

“...It was more than enough.”

The dream was still vivid.

The sight of her fighting the traitor—the forr Heavenly King—for the sake of the Celestial Realm was still fresh in his mind.

The holy relic in her hands was the final proof.

For those who didn’t know the truth, there was no choice but to believe it with absolute conviction.

The dream had been more powerful than any brainwashing or persuasion.

The Emperor’s gaze now shifted to Kenji.

“Do you have anything to say?”

Kenji remained silent.

Of course he didn’t.

Well, it wasn’t that he had nothing to say.

Kenji still burned with the desire to shout that he knew the truth, that all of this was a trap laid by Han Simin.

But a man has to know when to read the room.

Even the most oblivious person would develop a sense of caution in such a grave atmosphere.

If he said sothing like that now, the thousands of people watching would rush to kill him on the spot.

Leaving aside the players who knew the truth and had joined the raid, the vast majority of NPCs who had co to protect the continent were glaring at him with such murderous intent that, were this anywhere but the Imperial Palace, they would have already drawn their weapons and charged.

The ga was over.

Kenji had prepared counterasures for Han Simin’s betrayal and calculated how to use him based on the plans he had heard, but what good was any of that now?

The Imperial Knights approached.

*

In the underground prison of the Great Temple, Han Simin walked up to the Heavenly King with a victorious grin.

“You really thought you could just take over my Sanctuary and get away with it, you bastard? Life doesn’t work like that. Try to freeload, and it always cos back to bite you.”

He happily savored his victory as he unloaded onto the Heavenly King the very words he ought to be saying to himself.

“...Vile dog of the demons. It seems your wits are sharper than I thought.”

The Heavenly King did not let such taunts shake him and replied calmly.

He had lost his power, but he was still the Heavenly King.

In the dream, he had been portrayed as a complete bastard, but that wasn’t the reality.

He was truly one who served God and devoted himself solely to God.

That was precisely why Han Simin had co to mock him in person.

“You want to go back to the Celestial Realm, don’t you?”

The Heavenly King looked at him in confusion.

The devil’s whisper.

It only worked on soone who desperately wanted sothing.