Chapter 864: Chapter 782: You? What Gives You the Right?
This ti, the teor shower lasted exceptionally long.
With Shane’s significant increase in power, this originally terrifying celestial magic has now beco a true force of natural disaster capable of widespread devastation.
If it weren’t for the fact that this is the Demon Realm, vast and powerful, with the area around the Central City mostly inhabited by demons aside from a few main roads, Shane would never use this magic in individual combat.
This magic is not ant for targeting a single person but is intended as a great destructive magic for wide-area annihilation.
In theory, using such magic to deal with a single person is like using a nuclear bomb to kill one person, essentially the sa concept.
In other words, it’s like using a cannon to shoot a mosquito, overkill.
And this ti, Shane didn’t hold back as before, but for the first ti, used the celestial magic unapologetically without any self-restraint.
The result was that not only did the teor shower last exceptionally long, but an area larger than a city next to the Central City was rcilessly leveled to the ground.
There, besides the constantly swirling dust, the wilderness had transford into the moon’s surface, filled with gigantic craters, appearing extrely startling.
“Looks like I went overboard again.”
Shane hovered in the air, scratching his head while gazing at the terrifying scene below, as the magic power within him gradually subsided.
Yet, there wasn’t much concern on Shane’s face.
Because he already sensed that Gray’s magical response had disappeared.
In this situation, either the opponent is dead, or the opponent is no longer here.
Shane leaned more toward the latter.
If you ask why…
“That woman who kept snooping has also disappeared, she must have acted, right?”
Shane scoffed.
“Whatever, he was her lackey anyway, let her handle it herself.”
Shane has no intention of competing with a lackey for affection.
The reason he acted today was entirely because he was irritated by the forr Prince’s viewpoint.
Wanting to be a lackey is your choice, live in peace and I wouldn’t have any opinions, but if you want to impose your views on , that’s where you went wrong.
That’s why Shane intervened and even went hard in the end.
In his words, that would be…
“I was already quite rciful.”
Leaving those words, Shane turned around and vanished from the spot.
Not long after, a figure erged from the Central City, arriving at the site that had transford into the moon’s surface, filled with massive craters, initially staring blankly at everything, then gritting his teeth and changing direction to continue his journey.
…
This was halfway up a hillside.
“Boom!”
With a heavy thud, Gray slamd into the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.
“Where is this…!?”
Gray jumped up imdiately, with incredible magic still surging through him, his face showing signs of unrest.
Evidently, Gray had not yet recovered from the earth-shattering calamity earlier.
He only knew that one second, he was staring hopelessly at the falling sky full of teors, watching the giant teorites crash toward him, burying him, and the next second, he was suddenly hit by a dizzying sensation, and by the ti he realized it, he was already here.
“Is this Hell?”
Gray still seed to be shaken.
Until…
“Unfortunately, there’s no Hell in this world, only the Demon Realm.”
The calm yet cold voice reached Gray’s ears, causing Gray’s entire body to tremble.
No choice.
This voice was so pleasant and familiar that Gray could never mistake it in his lifeti.
Gray turned his head in disbelief and looked behind him.
There, the Alluring Demoness stood against the wind, seemingly gathering all the radiance between heaven and earth upon herself, like a star in the spotlight.
“Your Highness…?”
Gray widened his eyes, his expression confused.
But Chafne rely gazed at him indifferently, her expression unusually calm.
The indifference and calmness made Gray’s heart tremble, and his confusion shifted into fear.
Because he had never seen Chafne act this way.
Previously, Chafne always appeared either indifferent or uninterested in anyone, maintaining a stoic facade.
She would never coldly treat soone, let alone use such an unemotional calm expression for no reason.
This wasn’t because she was extraordinarily kind or cordial.
Quite the opposite, this disregard was the most frustrating thing.
Chafne, in this deanor, didn’t even consider others worthy of her cold indifference.
So, Chafne won’t casually express coldness towards a person, but would rather completely ignore those she’s uninterested in.
Yet when she shows such an expression towards soone, it ans soone truly angered her.
The calm deanor akin to the calm before a storm made Gray feel scared, feel afraid.
In such circumstances, though the dream goddess he had admired for over twenty years was finally looking directly at him, Gray felt no joy or happiness, only a cold dread enveloping his heart.
Then, Chafne spoke.
“Do you know why I saved you?”
Chafne’s tone was extrely calm, extrely indifferent.
“I… don’t know…”
Gray instinctively shook his head, his face full of confusion.
Chafne nodded.
“I saved you not because I didn’t want to see you die, but because letting you die like that would be truly unsatisfying.” Chafne looked down at Gray who had fallen to the ground, and said, “Do you know why?”
Gray still shook his head in confusion.
Chafne suddenly laughed.
A laugh utterly devoid of emotion.
“Because you, soone I don’t even want to look at on a normal day, dared to boast so shalessly about my Hero.”
As soon as the words fell, nurous Magical Swords suddenly appeared around Gray, as if a thousand arrows were fired, continuously cutting across Gray’s body.
“Pchh!” “Pchh!” “Pchh!”…
As the sound of tearing rang out, the crisscrossing Magical Swords opened up wound after wound on Gray’s body.
In an instant, blood splattered.
“Aaaahhhh…!”
Gray, without any defense, was struck by the excruciating pain, letting out painful screams.
Those Magical Swords were, naturally, Chafne’s doing.
Gray’s ultimate skill had actually been wielded by Chafne and used on its creator.
Chafne watched this scene with neither joy nor sadness.
“Actually, I’m really not interested in any of you.” Chafne started self-talking like this, “Not only am I uninterested in you all, but I’m also uninterested in the things you do, not even slightly.”
As Chafne spoke, she continued to gather the Magical Swords, letting them cut Gray.
The cuts weren’t deep, each one was rely a superficial wound.
But sotis, it is precisely these superficial wounds that are the most torturous.
Chafne slowly tortured Gray, speaking as Gray scread in agony.
“If you were just moving around my vicinity, not affecting , then I couldn’t care less about what you want to do.” Chafne continued her self-talk: “I also have no intention of making you do anything for , even if you keep declaring that you are willing to give everything for , it would still be the sa.”
At this mont, Chafne’s voice seed so ruthless.
But this was Chafne’s true thought.
“To , you all are truly insignificant, I wouldn’t even rember your nas, let alone want anything from you.”
“We are like two lines that will never intersect; even if you are full of love and devotion, I have no interest in you, truly no interest.”
“Since that’s the case, you do you, I’ll do , we should just remain strangers to each other, isn’t that better?”
Chafne coldly looked at Gray.
“Yet you insist on giving a label under the so-called love and affection of yours, also giving a label to those I’m interested in, I ask you, what right do you have?”
This ti, Chafne was truly angry.
Just like she said, since she had no interest in others and was never going to give anything to anyone, she never expected others to give anything to her either.
Whether others loved her or not, whatever they expected from her was their own business, she just needed to be herself and that was enough.
Even though these people fell because of her, Chafne never seduced anyone, so why should she be responsible?
After all, she believed she had made it clear enough that she wasn’t interested in these people and hoped they wouldn’t be interested in her, each going their own way, destined never to intersect in a aningful way.
But if they ca to her with all the love and devotion, planning to do sothing to her or those she cared about, that was just offending her.
“Am I supposed to sit high up in the clouds?”
“Is that guy supposed to be content, not ant to have anything to do with ?”
“Who decided that?”
“Was it you?”
“Who are you? What qualifications do you have to teach or that guy what to do?”
“Just because of the love and affection you spout?”
“That’s just laughable!”
Chafne dispersed the countless Magical Swords.
“Boom…”
Gray imdiately collapsed on the ground, a large pool of blood-red appearing beneath him, his body was a ss of broken and torn flesh, a miserable sight.
“For the sake of Hart being my subordinate, I won’t kill you.”
Chafne spoke coldly.
“But if there’s a next ti, I won’t wait for that guy to deal with you, I won’t even give you the chance to get close to him.”
“Believe , with even a hint of malice towards that guy in your heart, I’ll send you to hell imdiately.”
“Even if this world has no hell.”
Leaving those words behind, Chafne turned and slowly walked away.
“Chafne… my lady…”
Gray reached out in Chafne’s direction, seemingly trying to retrieve sothing.
But Chafne didn’t even glance back, she simply flew away.
Gray’s hand hung in the air, and finally fell heavily.
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