??Chapter 39: Chapter 36: Dead Eye Tyrant!
Supre beings!
(Two-in-one chapter) _2
Chapter 39: Chapter 36: Dead Eye Tyrant!
Supre beings!
(Two-in-one chapter) _2
The Matriarch is the deity worshipped by the Eye Demon Clan.
This is not a trivial deity of the small world, but a great existence that is truly acknowledged by the Mother River, an existence that transcends all creatures.
How different is obtaining the tears of such a supre being from going to the thunder zone to party?
At least the latter leaves a charred corpse, but the forr may lead to extracting the soul for eternal tornt!
Lilith’s rich experience has made her affirm that this is true, and she finally understood why the Dead Eye Tyrant is so hard to co into existence.
These conditions are not sothing humans can fulfill, the stakes in here are much too high, involving the arrangents of high-dinsional beings.
Naturally, the only ones who can et these requirents are like the children of destiny, the protagonists of luck.
The remaining Eye Demons, even if they consu their entire lives, cannot gather any of the required materials.
Even she cannot accomplish this.
Unless…
There could be a chance if Your Highness takes a shot!
Lilith’s thoughts flowed finally sighed, the cabinet door suddenly opened, and several tendrils of tree roots spread out, surging towards Gary Smith.
Before Gary Smith could resist, Lilith’s voice rang in his ear:
“Do not resist, or I may regret it!”
Gary Smith let down his guard and was bound by a large number of roots, then sent into the cabinet, which snapped shut with a ‘pa’ sound.
Unexpectedly, the inside of the cabinet was not filled with twisted scenes of blood and guts as he thought, instead, it was filled with an elegant fragrance, inside were engraved runes as dazzling as the star cluster, shining brightly, bringing a trace of light to the endless darkness.
In his surroundings, there was a lot of beautiful clothes floating in the void, formal wear and lacy sexy outfits.
Only the ones ant for the upper body were quite large, and clearly did not fit the Dream of the Crimson Moon, though it was not clear who they were for.
Could they belong to the Rose of the Crimson Moon?
Even though he had entered an area of darkness and accepted the bindings, like so sort of prelude to an unusual play, Gary Smith was very calm, not worrying about being violated or having his mories invaded.
It’s not because he unconditionally trusts this Succubus Wardrobe.
It’s because…
Having the taboo mory and the Key of Truth, he is essentially a big bomb.
Killing him directly does no harm, but if soone touches these mories, they are seeking a path to death.
Under the taboos, whoever sees his mories must take a detour, spitting before they leave!
While he was deep in thought, Lilith’s voice filled with suppressed delight rang out:
“Darling, you’re really strong.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have amazing vitality.
I feel like the wardrobe is about to be filled.
But you really are a naughty child.
Usually, you must get proper sleep…”
Accompanying these strange words, a set of complex arrays overlapped in front of him, emanating a pink breeze that grazed his body, making Gary Smith feel as if he was soaked in a hot spring, his body softening.
“Ah—comfortable!”
The ntal strength, which was initially depleted by opening the “Proficiency Panel” for Little Spider, quickly replenished, allowing Gary Smith to stand up again.
This is simply the Transcendent World version of a nutrient vat.
Other succubi only drain you, but the giant wooden cabinet in front of you will fill you up.
I love it!
If possible, he really wants to lay in here all the ti.
Not only could it prevent nightmares from attacking, but he could also enter the dreamland to power-up Little Spider.
He could definitely beco stronger very rapidly, just like a rocket launching.
Too bad this is a VIP treatnt that can only be enjoyed by paying.
Of course, he could also reveal the remaining top evolutionary routes to continue trading for the other party’s help, but that would be too conspicuous.
Anyone with a slightly normal brain would know that he is hiding a huge secret.
After the ntal strength was replenished, the Succubus Wardrobe manipulated the roots to continuously etch spirit texts in the void, a kind of mysterious text born from ancient tis and containing spiritual power.
Spirit energy with a touch of starry splendor erged from the gold and outlined each spirit text.
Shining with glory and together forming an intricate array, they ford a mysterious ritual pattern.
Gary Smith attempted to record one letter but forgot it in an instant.
He tried to activate the Eye of Truth, and surprisingly, it perfectly recorded the letter.
However, his ntal strength rapidly depleted, and a sense of fatigue set in once again.
However, he was quickly filled up by Lisa Brown, essentially entering an infinite blue bar mode.
He had a bold idea!
And put it into action and started learning, after all, he had paid the tuition fees!
“Such a cunning young man.”
At first, Lilith didn’t care, thinking that spiritual power could be replaced, but the capacity of a human soul is limited.
She saw it as a minor thing, a small bonus granted to the evolution path of Dead Eye Tyrant, she was lending him a bit of her spirit.
However, as Gary Smith continued the exhausting and refilling process over forty tis, even she was barely hanging on.
Startled, she made a ntal note.
“Is this guy a monster, recording so many magic marks at once without affecting his soul?”
While the magic marks are not as old as the primal symbols from the creation of the world, they are also ancient transcriptions made by old beings, containing mysterious energy.
Recording a single symbol is a load on the soul.
Even for her, a genius of the magical arts, her highest record was fifty-three symbols in one day.
And that was because the king helped smooth her soul disturbance, anyone else just could not handle it.
After finishing the embodint of the ritual, Lilith could no longer hold it back.
Gary had learned fifty-seven symbols, and she threw the still energetic lad aside, complaining:
“Darling, you really are a naughty boy.
Everyone else makes their girl feel fulfilled, but you just emptied
out, that’s so unfair!”
“Oops…”
In embarrassnt, Gary Smith offered a sheepish smile.
He had been caught red-handed shearing the sheep.
Lilith didn’t press further on the matter but continued in a more tired tone:
“The inscription on the back of your hand is a golden-level ritual I’ve been researching to combat nightmares.
It should be easy for you to fend off that monster.
Now, go out and make so money.
Don’t forget to bring back a gift next ti, love you!”
Gary wisely didn’t ask why he should bring a gift.
Looking at the symbol on his hand, he suddenly rembered winter jasmine from his previous life.
Wait a minute, wasn’t that a symbol for females?
He wondered what he looked like with it…
However, after studying the effect of this golden-level secret rite, Gary suddenly felt that the world was free and no one ought to be discriminated against for anything.
Right, it would just disappear when he was done.
He would cover it up for the ti being.
After sitting for a while and unable to bear the flirtatious comnts from the Succubus Wardrobe, Gary Smith got up and departed.
Back in the villa’s living room,
Lilith turned to Dream of the Crimson Moon, curiously asking:
“Do your sisters know he can touch you?”
Crimson Moon Dream lowered her head, remaining silent.
Lilith exclaid in surprise: “Interesting, really interesting that you would also have this sense of possession, as the hope of the Succubus clan…
you should behave this way…”
This child was the most indifferent and selfless of the three sisters.
It almost seed like she was the Holy Son of Heaven.
That made people feel sorry for her.
However, in response to Lilith’s advice, Dream of the Crimson Moon seed to wake up from a dream.
She looked up, her eyes full of confusion, and asked:
“Didn’t the comics elder sister gave
say ‘Silk Slasher’?
Why didn’t he understand my feelings after walking past him so many tis today?
Do I need to make a love potion like in the stories…”
“…”
Is this all?
Damn it!
If I had your looks, I would have three-month-old children by now after just one hug and one push!
Even considering using a love potion!?
What a disgrace to the Succubus clan!
And what’s this story of yours about drugging people?
Is that even legit?!
Offended, the domineering elder sister, disguised as a wardrobe, stopped talking and flew back into the kitchen to prepare so food.
God, I hate love stories!
Dream of the Crimson Moon tilted her head, puzzled as to why Lilith was angry, but since she couldn’t ask today, she would ask next ti how to make a love potion.
She returned to her room, turned on the light, and found her room walls plastered with Gary Smith’s photos – every angle, every mont.
Even the subject himself would be confused about when they were taken.
Dream of the Crimson Moon flopped onto the bed, holding one of the new photos.
It was a picture of Gary returning ho yesterday, the orange sunset reflected on his face as if it were covered in a layer of dazzling light.
She held the photo to her chest, as if rging it with her own body.
Her pupils ford into heart shapes, and her Succubus tail rose.
The suppressed emotions were constantly colliding with her soul.
She muttered:
“Gary Smith…”
Eventually, her emotions broke through the threshold, flooding her rationality like a raging river…
ps: A huge chapter of forty-two hundred words.
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