Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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With the emergence of a new tier for mortal hunters, the once-dimmed "Nature Champion" has reappeared!

Ivy Beatrice has cold hands and feet.

She suddenly realized that the previous display showing "Nature Champion" and "Mortal Hunter" tied at only five levels was likely not because the demon concubine Diraz was only a "Nature Champion" at level five. On the contrary, it was because she herself was only a "Mortal Hunter" at level five.

Now, as her "Mortal Hunter" level increases, more hidden "Nature Champions" are being revealed.

Ivy Beatrice stood there stunned for a long time, not attempting to replace the newly appeared "Nature Champion" with the "Sword of Military Principles," and tentatively asked: "Are you there, Diraz?"

There was no movement.

In the psychic vision, the black hole remained silent, and the accretion disk rotated slowly and silently.

She waited a while longer, gave a self-deprecating laugh, and decided to give up.

However, just as she was exiting the psychic vision, a sudden burst of laughter in her ears gave Ivy Beatrice goosebumps.

Then she heard another voice in her head: "Eight days have passed. Why have you refused to answer the calls of other demons? What are you, or rather, what are you afraid of?"

It was clearly her own voice, but the tone was so unfamiliar that it frightened her.

We could be fighting, plundering, absorbing more demonic essence—that's how we grow stronger. What are we resisting?

—Of course, it's because I resist you.

But she didn't say that.

"How can we resist the influence of Demogorgon?" she asked.

The sinister laughter echoed in her mind once more. "Isn't that obvious? Didn't I already tell you the method?"

[You mean, answer the demon's call and absorb more demonic essence?]

I mean, the sublimation of evil.

No, she rejected it.

Then she heard Diraz laughing wildly in her mind.

[Who do I, or rather you, think you are? You actually resist our identities, refusing the path to demonhood. Have you ever considered why, in the mysterious multi-dimensional universe, I, or rather you, have awakened within our bodies?]

She was ice cold all over.

Suddenly, she was stunned to find that she was no longer in the captain's cabin of the Lookout.

This is a small rental room.

Before me was a long-lost set of electronic devices and my beloved 12-inch e-sports gaming monitor.

The gaming monitor is powered off.

She stared at the shimmering reflection on the black screen. Her appearance was uncontrollably changing. She was no longer Ivy Beatrice, nor the gigantic six-armed serpent demon, but Chu Shixin, the weak and ordinary human from her previous life on Earth.

She was at a loss, looking at everything that was both familiar and strange.

She subconsciously reached out to touch the keyboard and mouse. In her past life, no matter how much distress, worries, or troubles she had, as long as her hands were on the keyboard and mouse and she started playing games, her heart would calm down.

But this time was completely different. The moment my fingers touched the mouse, I realized that the sense of peace I had felt in my past life had vanished forever, and the touch of my fingertips felt so unfamiliar.

The computer screen lit up.

It's not the boot screen.

The face of the six-armed serpent demon appeared on the screen, almost filling the entire screen.

It wasn't the face of the six-armed serpent demon she had now reborn as.

Instead, she was the most primal demon concubine, Dilaz.

Diraz's face was full of malicious mockery as he gently shook his head and slowly leaned forward.

She stared in disbelief as the IPS computer screen seemed to transform into some kind of soft, membrane-like structure, slowly bulging under the pressure of the six-armed serpent demon's face.

She felt numb all over and couldn't move. She watched helplessly as Diraz's six arms stretched open the membrane of the screen, like snakes bursting out of the membrane.

An exceptionally beautiful demonic face drew closer to her.

I, or rather you, will realize it.

Dillaz chuckled: "We separated, and now we're back together. This wasn't your decision, and it wasn't mine."

What do you mean by this? Who made this decision?

【us】

【I don't understand】

Because He, which is also us, foresaw the calamity of destruction, shattered our true name and body, and scattered them to different corners of the universe.

Suddenly, Diraz gently stroked her face with one of his hands.

Poor me, or rather you. There's no need for such caution. I, or rather you, are just different fragments of the same existence. I, or rather you, have nothing to worry about; we pose no threat to ourselves.

The dreamlike vision of a past life is now shattered into pieces.

Ivy Beate blinked her emerald vertical pupils and found herself still in the captain's cabin, sitting on the large bed, facing the undead Glendale on the desk.

Diraz's voice still echoed in her mind.

I and you are merely different syllables on the same long true name of His. And the process of reunification has begun. Do not resist in vain, embrace our destiny, I, or rather, you.

Chapter 97 Dragon and Snake Rise from the Land

Burn Scar squatted slovenly in a dark alley opposite the casino hotel, sitting among several lizardmen and other alien vagrants.

He was gnawing on a live rat with relish, his mouth full of blood, while curiously observing the passersby.

The people who frequent casinos and hotels are all extremely wealthy and powerful; the handkerchiefs they use to blow their noses are worth hundreds or thousands of times more than all their possessions combined.

He had been waiting all day without seeing Gurulos, but Burn Scar wasn't in a hurry.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and then threw the half-eaten rat on the ground. Several homeless children nearby immediately pounced on his feet, grabbing the half-rat and fighting over it. The one who got it didn't say a word and stuffed the bloody half-rat into his mouth.

The man with the burn scars gave them a look of disgust and hatred, then turned and walked away.

He saw his former self in them.

The City of Fiery Earth views the lizardman tribes near its city as a threat and has been relentlessly sending troops to sweep away and drive them away. Burnscar was "rescued" during one of these sweeps eight years ago. He was only two years old at the time.

"Greenmen" like him, who are hybrids of humans and lizardmen, are extremely rare, and their appearance is more human-like. Therefore, he received proper care from the city authorities and was adopted by a family. He was very intelligent, and his adoptive parents adored him. His foster brother also enjoyed playing with him.

Back then, he wasn't called Burn Scar yet.

But less than five years later, problems arose.

The Green Man's growth rate was similar to that of the Lizard People, far exceeding that of humans. His body quickly transformed from a helpless infant into a strong and robust young man. However, despite his intelligence, his mind and logic remained the same as those of human children his age. He would cry when sad, throw tantrums when things didn't go his way, lacked self-control, and didn't readily accept reason. Furthermore, the discrimination he faced from his neighbors frequently fueled his anger.

His adoptive parents didn't understand these things; they only knew that he had grown up, so they no longer treated him like a child.

He lost his temper and caused trouble. They tried to reason with him, but seeing that he didn't understand, they quickly became impatient and started applying their usual methods of speculating on the motives of adults to him.

So he began to grieve that they no longer loved him. And they felt that he had changed, become violent, and unreasonable.

The conflict thus gradually intensified.

Eventually, they argued with him constantly. He realized there was no place for him in this family, so he wandered the streets alone. During his three years of homelessness, Burn Scar endured endless scorn and was bullied for his naiveté and immaturity. Countless times, like these homeless children, he fought tooth and nail over a dead rat.

Over the past three years, he has witnessed deception, murder, and robbery, learned to see through people's hearts, and honed his martial arts skills to protect himself. He has also finally realized that he is a complete outsider in this city.

Nevertheless, he did not resort to crooked means, but honestly and dutifully made a living by doing hard labor every day, without complaining even when he was hungry and cold.

The nickname "Burning Scar" was given to him on the day the two-headed evil dragon attacked.

As the overwhelming flames descended from the sky, his first thought was of his adoptive parents, who lived in the Huoshaogang residential area. When he arrived, his adoptive parents and his sworn brother were trapped in the flames and thick smoke. He rushed into the fire, burning his face in the process. He found his adoptive mother dead, and carried his adoptive father and sworn brother, who were unconscious from the smoke, out of the fire, and performed CPR on them.

But they no longer recognize him.

Three years is enough time for a Greenman to undergo a dramatic change in appearance, and his face was also burned.

His adoptive father's neighbors mistook him for a thief taking advantage of the situation, and several people in the neighborhood who had always disliked him claimed that he had killed his adoptive mother. He flew into a rage again and beat those people half to death.

As a result, he received a heavy blow to the back of the head.

He clutched the back of his head, blood trickling through his fingers. Turning around, he stared in disbelief at his adoptive father, who was looking at him with disgust, holding a blood-stained wooden stick in his hand.

His eyes were bloodshot; something inside him had shattered forever…

Burn Scar let out a deep breath and quickened his pace through the alley, humming a completely off-key tune. He tried to banish that damned memory from his mind, but it was no use.

When the bloodshot in his eyes faded, he realized that he had killed them all, including his adoptive father and his sworn brothers.

Staring blankly at the scene before him, the murderous intent to destroy everything and the unbridled pleasure surged and crashed through his heart like a flood.

He became "burned".

Whether it was self-abandonment or a rediscovery of himself, over the next three days, Burn Scar personally experienced all the evil he had witnessed during his three years of homelessness.

When Acting Port Master Berlick arrived with his picket line, Burn Scar offered no resistance and surrendered without resistance.

—Just die like this.

He had lost all interest in the mundane world; everything was so boring, even doing evil felt utterly tasteless.

—Maybe after I die I'll see a better world.

But the burn scar didn't kill him.

Just before Burnscar was to be tried, Acting Port Master Berlick, his face contorted with rage and disgust, opened his cell door, took out a key, and detached his shackles from the hooks on the wall.

After doing all this, Berlik turned and left without even glancing at him or saying a word.

Two dragon-like figures dressed as guards appeared in the cell and ordered Burnscar, whose hands and feet were shackled, to follow them. So he slowly followed them out of the cell, and after a series of twists and turns, arrived at a private room in the prison.

He did as he was told because he was curious.

Two dragon guards brought Burn Scar into the room, made him stand against the wall, reattached the shackles to the wall, and then respectfully left the room.

As he idly counted the ants on the ground, a veiled woman from the Ottokan family appeared before him…

Burn Scar hummed a song as he walked out of the alley and onto another street.

His Greensbearer followers were all waiting for him here. There were more than thirty of them, sitting neatly in a row by the roadside, all staring in the direction he was coming from. So much so that all the normal citizens just walked around him from a distance.

Burn Scar nodded absentmindedly to them, and they beamed with joy, following him closely and cautiously.

But what was on Burn Scar's mind was the events that had happened in the prison cell that day.

That was one of the few bright and colorful days in his life.

“You are a burn scar,” the woman said, “the lowest of the low among the greenwood people in Burning Harbor. Your charges are six pages long: arson, theft, rape, and murder. If you go to trial, you will surely die.”

There was a haughty tone in her voice, which made Scarface's heart stir with desire.

"So I'm asking you, do you want to die or live?" she said calmly, rather than asking.

"I want to die," Burn Scar casually remarked.

The woman was clearly taken aback by the answer and was momentarily stunned.

"Come on," Scarface sneered. "You're not here to ask me if I'm alive or dead; you don't care at all. You're here because you think I can do something for you before I die, and it's probably related to dealing with someone."

The woman was speechless.

She seemed to have not spoken to anyone as an equal in a long time, let alone to such a lowly creature.

She paused for a few seconds before asking, "How did you know?"

He retorted, "What about someone like me, besides causing trouble for others, could possibly catch your eye?"

"...So, can you do it?"

"Do you have faith, woman?"

"I believe in the great bronze dragon."

“I used to believe in the great bronze dragon, but now I don’t. I don’t believe in the lizardmen’s gods either; I hate and despise them,” Burnscar laughed sarcastically. “Now I only believe in benefits. What benefits can you give me?”

The woman's veil trembled slightly, clearly indicating her anger: "How dare you speak ill of the gods!"

Scarface scoffed: "I'm bold enough to deal with people you wouldn't dare to deal with yourself."

"I can forgive your crimes and let you live."

The scarred man smiled contemptuously.

“Not just now,” the woman said coldly, “I promise you, as long as you work for me, from this day forward, no one will hold you accountable for any crimes you commit in this city, no matter how heinous or despicable. This city is yours to take as you please.”

"Is this benefit enough?"