newbobooks Chapter 64 Do you really have to do something so shameless?
Chapter 64 Do you really have to do something so shameless?
After going to hell and experiencing certain events, you've always felt that you've managed to control your emotions and temper perfectly.
But strangely, in your hellish life, there will always be some awful things that push you to your breaking point.
Looking at the spot where Viya and the IMP little devils disappeared, you felt a sudden blankness in your mind, and stood silently with a blank, expressionless face.
The coincidences of the events, and your expression, once one of mixed feelings, finally turned painful.
Confused as to why such a thing would happen to you so coincidentally, you rubbed your face.
Even so, you couldn't shake off the numbness on your face.
Although you and Harun did talk quite a bit, you felt that you hadn't spent much time on it. When you opened your eyes and left the house, the disappearance of Viya and the IMP members seemed as unbelievable to you as a "deliberate plot device in a novel."
Is it necessary for the demons of hell to commit such a despicable act?
You silently cursed every single swear word you could think of in Mandarin, then walked stiffly across the street without saying a word.
—Not far from the SFDD location.
SFDD staff were gradually cleaning up the mess inside and outside the restaurant. When they spotted you, most of them would show a look of fear and try to avoid eye contact with you.
You're too lazy to ask them where Viya and IMP went, because it's obviously more reliable to find out for yourself than to ask the devil in hell.
After leaving SFDD, the little girl who urged you to hurry up and visit the abandoned site across the street, along with Billy and the others, had originally chosen to wait for you by a blood-stained street lamp.
The scents of Viya and the Little Devil still lingered there—as well as the scent of the culprit who had caused them to vanish.
The traces of Viya's soul are a purplish-pink in your eyes, while the little devils' color is a simple red.
The young female demon's soul aura, left behind by a nobleman, is noticeably stronger. Among the IMP company members, Billies' red line is the thickest, while Moses and Millie's lines are intertwined due to their close relationship.
Unexpectedly, this happened after you were only gone for a short while. You didn't panic or get anxious. Instead, you maintained a calm and collected demeanor that was somewhat frightening, and slowly squatted down.
"..."
Faced with the chaotic aura of souls before him, the Eastern sinner, frowning, silently extended his hand.
Black scales slowly grew from beneath her sleeve until they covered her entire right hand.
And when your fingertips touch those directional energy lines, an emotional force sweeps through your previously unmoved mind.
First came impatience, then confusion, then anger—and finally fear.
This is Viya's emotion.
Knowing roughly that they hadn't met with anything good, you glanced coldly at the black aura surrounding them that looked malicious and was constantly trembling.
...Oh, no wonder Viya's father didn't make a move; it turns out a sinner who concealed their aura tampered with things.
Your eyebrow twitched slightly, clearly sensing a deliberate attempt to block you out.
You don't know what to say right now; the only thing on the face of the Eastern Sinner is the constantly drooping corner of his mouth.
'Haha, damn it, are you supposed to praise the other side?'
Due to emotional turmoil, a tiny orange-red flame faintly emanated from the chest of the Eastern sinner.
Although she was trying her best to restrain herself, the dragon scales that were growing unconsciously on the female demon's face, the dragon horns that were turning red on her head, and the ends of her hair that were gradually burning all revealed her feelings at this moment.
"...That's...fantastic, haha."
When you laugh in exasperation, you're no longer aware of what you're saying.
The aura emanating from the female demon at this moment was completely different from when she caused a ruckus in SFDD; rather, it was exactly the same as when Sir Pantheon placed the surveillance cameras in the study.
The air around you is cold.
It was so cold that dark ice was spreading outwards from the ground.
But as your emotions intensify, the ice spreading across the red cement tiles is suddenly shattered by a ripple.
Several streams of ink forming a dragon's shadow, carrying a sinister and angry aura, emerged from the ground at your feet.
You calmly stand up and begin searching for the missing Viya and Billy's group, following the intertwined and colliding threads of emotion.
That's wonderful, that's wonderful.
In hell, there are always some foolish creatures eager to die.
Thinking this, your fist, which was originally hidden under your sleeve, clenched tightly together due to some intense desire.
You really think there are very few things in hell that can stir your emotions.
You only have a few sore spots.
Don't mess with you, don't mess with Shirley, don't mess with the demon in the inn, don't mess with your friends—in short, don't mess with the people around you.
Although you know that most of the culprits who attacked Viya were targeting her noble status, you could have met that beautiful and clever little owl and those lively little devils after the "negotiation" was over—
But now, your perfect plan has been disrupted.
■■■In reality, it's just a demon "from a certain perspective" dominated by reason and results.
Her essence is an obsessive and morbid pursuit of perfection.
Perhaps most of the time she seemed so rational that the devil thought she was cold and unapproachable.
However, the ■■■ is ultimately transformed from a human being with emotions and desires after death, and its inner soul is still human.
She may have suppressed her emotions through certain means, but once her few bottom lines are crossed, her suppressed emotions will become out of control to varying degrees.
As someone who excels at macro-level control and possesses power unmatched by any demon, ■■■'s plans are always perfect.
She can adjust the route to the ending by changing others or herself. She can fix any flaws that appear in her plan and then make the ending the way she wants it to be.
For example, accepting the sudden addition of the broadcast demon to the Shirley Paradise Project, and treating everything that happened in SFDD as a harmless game—
Under her manipulation, the result she gets is bound to be what she wants to see.
■■■ She values the process, but she cares even more about whether the result is what she wants.
If she doesn't get the result she wants, she's the kind of demon who gets furious because she thought the soy milk was sweet but it tasted salty.
Ultimately, the seemingly calm and rational [person's name] is far more willful and uncontrollable when he gets childish than any demon.
She couldn't accept the change in the outcome she wanted, even though she knew that some demons dared to touch her friend because she was just an insignificant nobody in the Pride Ring.
However, the arrogance born of her strength undermined her rationality and understanding, so she couldn't understand why anyone would dare to come looking for her.
Because they can't understand such a simple thing.
So she flew into a rage.
Like now.
The sinner from the East was expressionless, yet his steps were strangely light, as if he were in a good mood.
Although it was a cement road, every step she took created ripples around her feet.
The black dragon shadow surged around her feet like some kind of obedient pet.
However, if you were to pass by this female demon at this moment, you would surely be able to tell from the sharp teeth exposed by those surging ink streams that she is definitely not someone to be trifled with.
—But even though you seem very angry, at least you still obediently walked on the sidewalk!
It's just that you don't seem to care much about those unfortunate people who get frozen into ice sculptures as they pass by.
You believe that smart passersby will avoid you because you look intimidating, rather than simply walking past you without doing anything.
After you went to hell, you became a very contradictory demon.
Because the very idea that you'll go to hell is questionable, and also because you're not... a bad person in the traditional sense.
Your normalcy is out of place in hell.
You will still help the weak, sympathize with others, maintain the manners and refinement you had in life, and have no outrageous or terrible habits.
This is also why Shirley and Vicky are willing to believe your argument that "you probably shouldn't go to hell."
But as you spend more and more time in Hell, due to the laws and peculiarities of Hell, and the fact that most sinners really know how to provoke you... even with Shirley's assistance and restraint, you can feel your reverence for "life" gradually diminishing.
If it weren't for the fact that your harm would be fatal to sinners, you feel you might be facing a completely new predicament right now.
You said from the very beginning that you don't think you have a good personality.
Especially after going to hell, you find that your control over your emotions is running wild in some strange, uncontrollable direction.
Long ago, before Alastor joined the inn, Vicky described you as "a capricious demon."
In the context of that time, the word was actually neutral. Vicky wasn't praising you; she was warning the other demons not to mess with you.
Yes, in some ways, [the demon's name] is absolutely a very reasonable and normal being, so much so that he seems completely out of place in hell. But whenever someone crosses your line...
'No demon would want to see this scene, ■■■.'
Shirley and Angel both think you're a good-natured demon, but Vicky can see right through you.
'Whether in hell, on earth, or even in heaven... your adherence to principles and your perseverance are truly commendable.'
'Your out-of-control anger and violent impulses have a better place to go, ma'am. At least there you won't have to worry about taking your anger out on others.'
'Being a chef is such a waste of your talent; you were born to be one…'
The purple-haired woman who occasionally chatted with you mumbled something in very low Spanish, but you couldn't hear her.
In those few minutes of blankness caused by anger, you don't know why you're thinking about things that have absolutely nothing to do with Viya and the others.
You numbly follow those increasingly intense emotional lines, and a certain exciting and strange emotion, with each step you take, gradually envelops you completely.
—Until the finish line.
Seeing the sudden surge of emotions as the colors turned vibrant, you stopped at a corner of an unfamiliar alley.
For some reason, you suddenly stopped at the base of the wall, your expression unchanging.
After a moment of silence, seemingly having calmed down a bit, you glanced at the dragon shadow that had somehow appeared at your feet and let out a deep breath.
"Stop! Let go of me! You... don't touch me with your filthy hands! Disgusting!"
"Damn it! This noble girl bit me! You son of a bitch...!"
"Don't fucking touch her! You bunch of idiots!"
"Snapped!"
"...Heh...! Billitz!"
"...Boss! You guys...!"
"Moses!"
The sound of a bullet being chambered was particularly jarring in the alley.
The sounds of beating flesh and struggling were intertwined in a sticky, murky chorus.
Strangers, sinners, cursed, mocked, and hurled insults at him.
……
"Greetings, you arrogant and filthy sinners."
In the dimly lit alley, the criminals, busy putting hoods on the noble children and stuffing them into the carriage, uttered questioning and unfriendly monosyllables.
Several rulers, who were holding the little devil by the neck, and sinners with free time squinted and looked menacingly at the person who had spoken earlier.
Standing at the alley entrance was a tall female sinner. Because she was backlit by the blood-red light of the arrogant ring, the sinners who looked at her could only make out her golden eyes, which were dazzling even in the darkness.
"I'm so sorry to have bothered you all."
"Tell me, why wasn't I invited to such a disrespectful and filthy banquet?"
The female sinner's voice sounded completely devoid of emotion.
Several sinners who were busy with their work wanted to curse the female demon who had suddenly appeared in front of them and tell her to get lost, but they soon noticed that there were several fierce-looking shadows of indistinguishable races coiled at the female demon's feet.
……oh……
You're quite surprised that these criminals who dared to kidnap noble children didn't rush up immediately, otherwise you could have saved yourself a lot of trouble.
However, this does not change their impending doom.