Among the three major problems, the first was that damned Lover’s Prison Collar.
At this moment, it pressed coldly against the skin of her neck, its presence unmistakable.
Su Nian could even feel the dense runes on the collar quietly flickering, as if warning her not to act rashly.
In the more than ten battles she had replayed against the Horned Demon Bastard, most ended in defeat because of this collar.
Usually, with just a thought from the Horned Demon Bastard, her magic would be drained away, leaving her completely powerless and at his mercy.
She lifted her hand, gently touching the cold metal ring around her neck—the Lover’s Prison Collar.
A chill ran through her fingertips, making her shiver.
God only knew if that damned collar had tracking capabilities!
If she took a single step out of Shadowmoon Manor, and that Horned Demon Bastard could just scoop her up like a chick, dragging her back, then calling out to heaven or earth for help would be useless.
At that time, it wouldn’t be just verbal humiliation or physical torment; she could be completely stripped of her freedom, becoming a plaything with no chance of resistance.
Besides the collar, there were two daily tasks more punctual than even a death curse.
She silently called upon the System, bringing up the Task Panel.
Two familiar lines of text appeared before her eyes.
“If the host has not returned to Shadowmoon Manor by midnight every day, the host will temporarily receive the Pink Enchantment Mark status for 1 hour. If the Horned Demon Master is by the host’s side at midnight, punishment is waived.”
‘Pink Enchantment Mark?’
Su Nian’s cheeks flared up instantly, burning as if on fire.
What the hell was that?
Judging by the name, it wasn’t anything good!
A more sensitive body?
Wouldn’t that mean a slight touch would…
Su Nian dared not think further.
She shook her head hard, trying to shake off the chaotic thoughts.
Though the punishment was disgusting, it lasted only an hour; she could grit her teeth and endure it—it was still better than being caught by that Horned Demon Bastard.
Compared to that, the other daily task was a true death sentence, one that could push her to the brink.
“If before dawn, the host has not slept in the same bed as the Horned Demon Master, 20,000 Humiliation Value points will be deducted, and the Humiliation Value acquisition efficiency for that day will be halved.”
‘20,000 Humiliation Value!’
Her heart twitched painfully.
That was the “hard-earned money” she had painstakingly accumulated, the hope she relied on to grow stronger and resist the Horned Demon Bastard!
To have it deducted just like that was more painful than cutting her flesh, more agonizing than draining her blood.
And to have her Humiliation Value gains halved for the day—it was like cutting off her source of income.
Without Humiliation Value, how could she improve her strength?
How could she resist that perverted Horned Demon?
And that wasn’t all!
What truly made Su Nian despair, wanting to curse out loud, was one effect of Recognition V2.
Those lines of small text made her scalp tingle, her blood pressure spike, wishing she could drag the System out and beat it senseless.
[Everything belongs to the Master]:
“While the host is under this status, all wealth created by the host and everything belonging to the host belong to the Master. Any major decisions or expenditures must receive the Master’s approval.”
The gold coins she painstakingly earned in Magic Feather Fantasy had all become the private property of that Horned Demon Bastard.
She had been working herself to death, but it turned out she was just working for him?
In other words, if the Horned Demon Bastard left, she wouldn’t even be able to spend money at will!
She wouldn’t even have enough to buy a loaf of bread?
It was well known—
If a person doesn’t eat, they die.
Was this System trying to starve her to death?!
That meant, if she took advantage of the Horned Demon Bastard’s absence to escape— assuming the Lover’s Prison Collar wasn’t that powerful and didn’t have tracking, and she could endure the Pink Enchantment Mark punishment and the Humiliation Value deductions for failing daily tasks, she would still face the toughest of all— not being able to spend money!
Damn it!
Even if she miraculously escaped his clutches, how could she survive penniless?
Would she have to sleep on the streets, begging like a pauper?
Or rummage through garbage bins for food?
Or rely on someone else to support her…
Su Nian shivered, not daring to think any further.
After she escaped, she would have to endure the Pink Enchantment Mark every day, lose 20,000 Humiliation Value daily, be unable to spend money, depend on others for handouts and support, always watchful of the Horned Demon Bastard’s pursuit, living a life of constant hiding and insecurity.
One day, she might be caught again and suffer even more brutal punishment.
Just thinking about that life was enough to make the sky collapse.
No, she couldn’t run!
Not now!
Thinking further, seek help?
Su Nian gave a bitter laugh.
That idea was even more unrealistic than just running away.
Who could she find?
Among the vast sea of people, who could stand against that perverted Horned Demon?
Who could save her from the devil’s hands?
More importantly, no one knew her; why would anyone risk their life to help?
Was there really no way out?
No!
There had to be a way… there had to be!
Su Nian stared at that strange photo.
Mossenburg… Morsen Family… Necromancer… Demon Race…
The collusion between the Horned Demon Bastard and the Necromancer— these pieces of information tangled into a messy ball in her mind.
Suddenly, a ray of inspiration flashed.
Perhaps… this was her chance!
A perfect opportunity to break free from that Horned Demon Bastard and regain her freedom!
Right now, the Horned Demon Bastard was too strong.
Even if she advanced to the Saint level, she couldn’t defeat him.
If she could use this opportunity to turn the tables, find enough evidence, expose the Horned Demon Bastard’s conspiracy, and reveal his collusion with the Necromancer, given the world’s hatred for Necromancers, not only would he be disgraced, but he might die without a grave.
Then, she could completely rid herself of this damned Lover’s Prison Collar, lift the Recognition status, regain control of her destiny, and be herself again.
Su Nian calculated rapidly.
A bold and dangerous plan took shape in her mind.
What if… she turned the tables and followed that Horned Demon Bastard to Mossenburg?
After all, it was unlikely she could find evidence of his collusion with the Necromancer while in Shadowmoon Manor.
Even if they went out together, the Horned Demon Bastard couldn’t possibly watch her like a prisoner every single moment, right?
As long as she was cautious and acted at the right moment, she would find a chance!
And… going to Mossenburg with him was definitely better than staying in this cursed place.
She wouldn’t have to worry about when he might force himself on her again…
Thinking of that, Su Nian’s cheeks burned once more.
What the hell!
Focus on the important matter!
The study room, moonlight and candlelight flickering.
“I want to go to Mossenburg too, to investigate the Necromancer.”
Su Nian spoke softly but firmly.
She lifted her head, her sky-blue eyes staring straight at Chu Tian, showing no sign of retreat.
Chu Tian raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised.
He had considered bringing Su Nian along on this trip but had not expected the girl before him to make this request herself.
What was this woman scheming again?
Could it be… she was really interested in the Necromancer?
Or was she just looking for a chance to escape?
“Oh? Why?” Chu Tian asked without expression, his tone calm.
‘Why? Of course, it was to kill you! Horned Demon Bastard!’