Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Beneath the seemingly calm surface, the water may already be riddled with holes and teeming with undercurrents.

He had regretted it before; perhaps he shouldn't have silently tolerated and taken such meticulous care of her every time. If he had spoken up when she timidly made her request, saying "I don't want to," "I don't like it," or "I want to do it that way," perhaps things would have been fine long ago.

But he didn't.

At first, he just wanted to take care of her, who was weak and helpless.

She was afraid of almost everything and was always bullied.

Later, they confirmed their relationship.

She told him she liked him, and he didn't feel he should refuse.

He never rejected her.

His good upbringing instilled in him the virtue of being a gentleman, and tolerance and patience are the virtues of a gentleman.

Shit.

Now he understands this deeply.

Endless tolerance and forbearance will only distort the mind of the tolerant person, accumulating fatigue and frustration day after day until they break through the critical point and go crazy.

He firmly believes that every seemingly virtuous gentleman is actually a twisted and perverted person.

She was completely unaware of his inner transformation, spending her days immersed in his tolerance and care, smiling brightly and blissfully content.

She's really stupid.

Zaire remembered. What had stirred his murderous intent in his past life was her innocent smile.

While cleaning up Chu Shixin's bloodstains on the floor, he thought of his parents.

In his eyes, they were a perfect gentleman and lady, but in the end, their relationship broke down. They abandoned him and each remarried.

Did they also experience this kind of spiritual transformation in themselves?

However, they chose to divorce.

But because of them, he couldn't tolerate breaking up. It was betrayal, his Achilles' heel. Yet, he also knew deep down that he could no longer continue with her.

He chose the path of "having the best of both worlds".

He prepared the plan for a full six months. He even studied law, passed the bar exam, and reviewed a large number of case files, meticulously refining the plan until it was flawless.

Then, using any excuse, he repeatedly started arguments, leading to a cold war. He remained silent, secretly pleased as he watched her wander and feel miserable. After a while, he invited her to travel to South America.

Overjoyed, she eagerly agreed and headed towards the destiny he had carefully chosen for her.

The country had a very poor security situation. Kidnapping, murder, and drug trafficking were commonplace. The local police were indifferent to the whereabouts of foreigners, not to mention their hostility towards people of Asian descent.

Everything is planned.

Taking action is the easiest way.

He originally thought the hardest part would be taking action, but he was wrong.

At least for him, taking action was not difficult.

When everything had settled, he let her lie in the pool of blood, slowly growing cold, and even took a shower. As the steaming water streamed down his face and body, he hummed a song softly, finding himself completely unmoved.

The follow-up procedures were complicated, but I was mentally prepared and they were all acceptable.

However, a small accident occurred later.

After a series of complicated procedures, he went to the local police station.

Just as he had previously told Chu Shixin, call the police; your lover is missing.

He walked into the police station and began his performance, breaking down in tears.

Everything was as he expected.

However, just as he was about to finish work, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of a motorcycle speeding past outside the door, with two masked men wearing sunglasses riding on it, one in front and one behind. They were both carrying guns.

Immediately afterwards, a grenade flew into the police station and landed right at his feet.

When he woke up, he found himself with tubes all over his body, without his two legs and one hand, and with more than a dozen pieces of shrapnel still stuck in his body, which could not be removed even by surgery.

He reconstructed the events from the hospital room television: the police had recently launched an operation against a drug trafficking group, arresting a number of drug dealers and seizing a large quantity of drugs. The newly appointed drug lords, wanting to establish their authority, decided to teach the police a lesson.

It truly was a murder location he had carefully chosen.

He then struggled in agony on his sickbed for a month before finally being relieved to be declared dead.

This universe seems to possess some kind of...

He couldn't say for sure, but every time he recalled the situation after being reincarnated, he couldn't help but wonder if the universe really had its own will.

What followed was an incredibly painful reincarnation and rebirth.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in the ninth level of hell, his body transformed into a pile of excrement. His brain automatically understood that he was now a being called a lesser demon, the lowest-ranking devil in hell.

The nine levels of hell are the lair of demons, just as demons are born from the bottomless abyss.

The devil is different from the demon.

They genuinely respect authority and order, spending their days spouting sweet words and talking about civilization and love, but in reality, they are keen to exploit loopholes in contracts and laws, busy using conspiracies to seize power and spread misfortune.

In the devil's eyes, demons are all crude and barbaric fools, lacking any long-term vision or planning, and only knowing how to needlessly abuse violence for petty gains.

The devil and the demon regard each other as mortal enemies.

For thousands of years, the two sides have fought on a battlefield known as the "Blood Rift," an ultimate battle between order and chaos that has no beginning and no end.

A shrewd lawyer's mind and a cunning personality helped the new evil demon.

He quickly distinguished himself in the battle against demons and gained the favor of high-ranking demons.

He distinguished himself among a group of mindless inferior demons, rising to become a spokesperson for high-ranking demons and gaining permission to travel to the material world.

From then on, he used various identities to travel through different material worlds in the multidimensional universe, making all sorts of tempting promises with money and power to lure people into trading their souls with him.

But he never returned to Earth.

Eight hundred years ago, the lord of Samar of Nimbro took over Samarach and ended the rule of the Mande dynasty.

Samar used illusion magic to close off the country, isolating Samarachi from the world.

Time flies, and the world changes.

The snake people's forces were almost completely driven back to the depths of the Churt jungle, and several attempts to infiltrate Samarach failed.

Having isolated itself from continental civilization, Samarach is like a piece of amber in time and space, quietly enjoying hundreds of years of peace and prosperity.

During this period, the four founding earls gradually declined and disappeared into the long river of time.

Over the centuries, the three founding earls either completely severed their bloodlines or lost their professional lineages. In accordance with the magical oaths of that time, they automatically lost their titles and council rights and moved out of the capital, Samargar.

The Boto family, on the other hand, has continued its lineage for eight hundred years, becoming the only surviving founding earldom.

Samarachne’s centuries of peace were shattered by the Year of Blue Fire decades ago.

In the Year of Blue Flame, the evil god Cyric successfully assassinated the goddess of magic. The goddess of magic's divine realm, "Heart of Magic," exploded violently, and the magic network went out of control.

The explosion of the Heart of Magic unleashed a cataclysmic energy shockwave across the Prime Material Plane.

The energy tremors transformed into blue flames of the demonic plague, tearing apart the surface of the planet Toril and ripping off a corner of the continent of Faerûn. The flames then traveled directly through space to the twin planet Abel, connecting it with the continent of Shedan in the world of Abel.

The piece of land that was torn off happens to encompass Samarach on the Tzultan Peninsula.

From that moment on, rumors spread throughout the world of Toril that the kingdom of Samarachi had been sunk to the bottom of the sea by out-of-control magic.

The real Samarach has already undergone a space jump and become part of the Abel world, losing contact with Nimbro, which is far away in the Toril world.

At the same time that a corner of the continent was teleported, a Nimbro wizard named Zaire arrived in Samarach from Nimbro Island as a court mage advisor, bringing his little devil pet with him for his turn.

So he and Samarach, who was standing beneath him, were teleported to Abel.

Abel's continent is as vast as the world of Toril, and its climate and environment are just as complex and diverse.

Toril is a world of gods and magic, but Abel is a world of dawn titans and dragons.

The Dawn Titans, revered as Primordial, are the founders and kings of the elemental race. They isolated Abel from the divine power of other celestial bodies, preventing even cosmic deities like the moon goddess Suren and the dark god Shah from fully radiating their divine power here.

Dragons are powerful creatures that rival the Titans of Dawn.

Because this world is neither influenced by the platinum dragon Bahamut nor by the dragon mother Tiamat, Abel's dragons have no distinction between good and evil; even the metal dragons are ultimate tyrants.

All sorts of dragons and dragonkin have established numerous dragon kingdoms across the vast continent. The dragon emperors and the Dawn Titans have fought fiercely against each other.

Since Abel was not influenced by the gods, the races created by the gods left no trace in this world. There were no orcs, and no elves.

The priests here worship the Dawn Titans and the Dragon Emperors. Both the Dawn Titans and the Dragon Emperors possess the ability to bestow divine magic upon their subjects.

This world has no magic network; spells can only be cast using the spellcaster's own soul and life force.

This is especially true for Zaire, who thrives in this environment. What could have more powerful vitality than such an extraordinary and immortal being?

In just a few decades, Zaire rose from an ordinary wizard to an archmage, becoming the "Supreme Illusion" who ruled Samarach.

Now that Samarach has lost contact with Nimbro, his "phantom" of Nimbro has naturally become the physical King of Samarach.

Given more time to complete his current magical experiments, he was confident that he could even possess the ability to bestow divine magic upon others, just like the Dawn Titans and Dragon Emperors.

She must be killed.

He thought to himself silently.

The past is like smoke, and the entanglements of past lives are not worth mentioning.

But Chu Shixin is a huge variable.

She is a six-armed serpent demon, a demon opposed to the devil, and another kind of extraordinary and immortal being.

From this perspective, she could rise to prominence as rapidly as he did here.

Rise up is a word that really bothers him.

In his previous life, he had read online novels during his spare time from his studies, and he had some understanding of the various revenge-themed stories of rising up and turning the tables.

Not to mention the overpowered protagonists like those with system-based or daily login rewards.

So what really makes him wary now, and why he must get rid of her as soon as possible, is whether the reincarnated her is a vengeful, overpowered character.

Chapter 10 Objective: The City of Paladins

The reception hall of the Palace Club is nearly seven meters high, and its overall color scheme is bright yellow, exuding extreme luxury.

A huge oil painting hangs on the wall next to several single chairs.

The upper part of the painting is extremely bright, with a sky full of rays of light. Lord Samar, clad in a long robe and holding a staff, rides a snow-white Pegasus and leads the aerial knights of Nimbro down from the sky. Below, however, is gloomy and dark, with countless serpent-men writhing on the ground. They are strange and ugly, howling and fleeing in all directions.

Tancred stood nervously in front of the painting, pretending to admire it.

The image of the "Silver Fox" has undergone a major transformation.

His hair was completely shaved, and a long, still-grooving wound was clearly visible, running from his forehead to the back of his head. His face and nose were covered in abrasions that had not yet healed, and he wore a black eye patch over his left eye.

His hands hung at his sides, his ten fingers twisting incessantly, like ten restless earthworms.

This is all thanks to the six-armed serpent demon's tail.

Tancred was lucky; after flying off the cliff through the ventilation window, he was caught by the branches of a tree in the valley. After being battered by the branches, he managed to land in the water and survive. However, he had many scratches and abrasions, and one of his eyes was blinded by a branch.

Zaire's cousin was clearly very dissatisfied with his operation.

When Tancred returned to the capital after a near-death experience, the court did not arrange for a medical wizard to perform magic to quickly heal his injuries. Instead, they found two doctors who used the simplest methods to stitch up and bandage his wounds.

Damn Zaire, he indirectly disfigured him.

Tancred thought bitterly, but dared not show any emotion.

The sound of steady footsteps came from behind.

Tankred quickly turned around, facing the direction of the sound, and leaned forward slightly, waiting cautiously for his master to appear.

The figure of Archmage Zaire appeared inside the door. He immediately stepped forward, his tone respectful: "Your Majesty, the Supreme Illusion..."

Zaire was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.

"What did you say to Chu, cough, to that six-armed snake demon?"

"He didn't say anything!"

Tancred raised his voice in a wronged tone, then switched to a tone as if he were asking for credit and reward:

“Cousin, I chatted with her briefly. She seems to have forgotten a lot of her memories, and she can’t even remember that she was the devilish concubine of the Boto family.”