Tap, tap, tap…
In the Segus World, within the Pitch-Black Demon King Castle,
a series of continuous, rhythmic sounds echoed from the spacious, ornate hall, spreading outward in ripples, like droplets of water striking a calm lake’s surface.
Unlike a lake, however, there was no shimmering scenery here. Instead, it was replaced by a heart-stopping darkness and silence.
Against this pitch-black backdrop, a long, slender hand covered in scales and radiating an evil aura kept tapping lightly on a luxurious throne forged of pure gold. The fingers striking it were long and lean, carrying a wild sort of beauty.
But if anyone were to lean in a little closer and focus on that black hand, they would be shocked to discover that beneath the ink-black skin on its back, veins bulged abruptly, coiling like hornless dragons!
From their protrusion and curved arcs, one could deduce that the owner of this hand was already consumed by an uncontrollable, raging fury.
And the owner of this hand was none other than
the Demon King who currently ruled over most of the Segus World.
As for why the Demon King was so angry right now,
the reason was actually simple:
because today’s third wave of attacks had arrived.
Boom~
Boom~
Fireballs carrying scorching, powerful might
had just blasted above the Demon King’s Castle once again, for the umpteenth time.
Looking at the scattered black rubble and Pitch Black Beast corpses from the roof that had yet to be repaired, as well as the dust falling from the broken ceiling,
the Demon King’s eagle-claw-like hand slammed furiously onto the luxurious Demon King’s throne, producing a dull thud.
How many times, just how many times had it been!
That little dragon used to only fire twice a day, so why was it firing three times now!
Damn it, this was utterly infuriating!
When the World Tree bears the World Fruit and grows weak, I’ll definitely take that chance to…
“Great, another direct hit! Holy Beast, you’re amazing!”
“Sainteyy, you truly are the Elves’ hope!”
“Sainteyy, long live!”
“Hehe~ hmm~”
On a lush branch of the World Tree.
Unlike the frantic frustration of the Demon King’s Castle,
with Little Red Pupil releasing her ‘Watermelon Energy’ for the third time today, unleashing Dragon Flame that struck the very heart of the Demon King’s Castle, bursting into a nighttime firework,
cheers and celebrations belonging to the Elf Race rang out across the World Tree.
Although ‘bombarding the Demon King’s Castle’ had become a regular fixture on the World Tree recently,
still, seeing the hostile force that used to bully them get beaten,
the elves on the World Tree showed their greatest enthusiasm every time.
Unlike when he was first teleported to the World Tree, Su Qi couldn’t understand a word of the Elven Language.
Unknowingly, several days had passed in the Fifth Plane. Under the dual tutelage of Su Xixi the Interpreter and An Xiaoling the Black-hearted Loli, Su Qi could now more or less understand the Elven language.
Although overly complex topics might still require translation, normal conversation was already manageable.
Hearing the excited celebrations of the elves,
and looking at the Demon King’s Castle that was now spewing black smoke, clearly transformed for the worse,
Su Qi’s mood at this moment was honestly a bit complicated. There was some happiness, but within that happiness lay a hint of helplessness.
As a former boy, Su Qi had played many games.
If asked which behavior in games felt the most satisfying,
Su Qi would absolutely answer: shooting from the shadows, secretly ambushing enemies.
That kind of behavior, popping out to attack once, then quickly ducking back into hiding.
Although this kind of behavior lacked the blood-pumping thrill of battle and sounded a bit despicable,
if the ambush succeeded, the sense of destruction and sheer satisfaction was genuinely addictive.
And the World Tree possessed the power to control life, with astonishing defensive capabilities of its own, making it a perfect natural barrier—truly the ideal stage for Little Red Pupil. Just thinking about how his Little Red Pupil could hit the enemy while the enemy could do nothing about it, forced to flee in panic and wait for the next Dragon Flame cooldown—
after all, as the Demon King, you couldn’t just abandon your castle and run!
Just imagining the opponent’s helplessness made Su Qi feel pretty good.
As for the helpless feeling, when you got down to it, it was also related to Little Red Pupil.
After being teleported to the World Tree, in order to fight the Demon King, minimize his forces, and follow his father’s ‘comic book’ to make Little Red Pupil grow quickly,
every day of Su Qi’s life was full of color.
Except that the color was a bit monotonous, reduced to just yellow.
To keep Little Red Pupil fed, Su Qi had to cuddle with the girls every day, ensuring the freshness and supply of ingredients.
When he first arrived at the World Tree, Little Red Pupil digested slowly, needing to be fed at most twice a day.
But recently, Little Red Pupil’s appetite had clearly increased. Not only did feedings go from two to three times, but each meal was also more substantial than before.
So in a sense, Little Red Pupil’s growth in strength was directly proportional to Su Qi being ‘devoured.’
And Su Qi, who had just woken up, discovered to his dismay that,
after arriving at the World Tree, the Mysterious Mark on his lower abdomen had somehow grown another size larger!
The mark getting bigger, honestly, besides looking more embarrassing and suggestive, had no other effect.
But now, looking at the grand firework over the Demon King’s Castle, associating it with that flirtatious pink mark,
Su Qi, cooling down in the World Tree’s fresh evening breeze, suddenly belatedly realized some changes in his body.
Normally, if a person had to get intimate for eight hours a day, even a girl without cooldowns would be exhausted, legs going weak, even walking with an inward pigeon-toe from sore knees.
But now, thinking back carefully, Su Qi remembered many details.
In the first two or three days at the World Tree, because he was ganged up on by the girls, his Recovery speed was very slow—only a bit faster than that nobody An Xiaoling. But recently, he could clearly feel his Recovery speed increasing significantly.
If before, he needed 2 hours of rest after cuddling before his legs stopped being weak, now it had become 1 hour.
Don’t underestimate that 1-hour difference.
In a sense, it was like Su Qi originally working 5 days with 2 off, and now, because he was too capable, it became 6 days with 1 off.
Ugh… thinking about this situation, Su Qi couldn’t help but want to cry. He felt that if this kept up, his honest body would increasingly develop toward being a Plush Ball!
Besides the flirtatious mark, what made Su Qi even more want to cry right now was another matter of pure metaphysics.
In the past, every time he visited the Saint Ruins, his Su Wife Ability would level up.
Originally, Su Qi thought he’d need nearly 10 million more Su Wife Ability points for the next upgrade, so there was no way it would level up this time.
After all, 10 million was a massive, daunting number.
But now, looking at the experience that had risen to 1.35 million just a few days after arriving at the World Tree,
Su Qi was completely beside himself.
Ugh… at this rate, he really would level up again!
What kind of metaphysical law was this, aaaah!
No more, I don’t want to level up, aaaaah!!!