After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 317 - 114: Show Off Your Talent for Charming Women_3
This time, I shouldn’t be so unlucky as to encounter another woman with absurdly strong capabilities.
The next second.
"Ugh!" The Splitting Demon’s eyes bulged as he vomited a mouthful of blood, his body bending in half like a cannonball, hurtling backward and rolling several times in the snow before coming to a stop.
Eden calmly lowered his palm, looked at the Splitting Demon sitting on the ground, vomiting fresh blood, then turned and disappeared into golden mist on the spot.
The task at hand was already complete.
"What on earth is up with that woman?" the Splitting Demon, holding his abdomen, got to his feet; he had been ready to reveal his trump card and counterattack that strange woman, but she had simply slapped his belly and left.
Wait... she had slapped his belly.
The Splitting Demon looked down and lifted his shirt, only to see a series of curse inscriptions, like tadpoles, written on his lower abdomen, and upon closer inspection, it seemed the inscriptions were faintly writhing.
He twitched the corners of his mouth.
"What... exactly is this?"
Although he understood what it meant, he could be certain that this inscription on his abdomen... no, this curse was very bad news.
After researching for some time.
The Splitting Demon finally understood the function of the abdominal curse—it was an extremely vicious curse that could turn a living person into a weapon through sacrifice.
There was no need for forging, nor a search for precious meteorites; instead, it used a living person as raw material to directly forge a corresponding precious weapon.
"Hahaha... is this treating me, the great lord, as a weapon for a living sacrifice?" Infuriated yet laughing, the Splitting Demon spread his arms wide and unleashed his own power.
He could sever everything that didn’t belong to him, and naturally, the curse would forcibly disappear.
A flash of light, and black mist emanated from the Splitting Demon’s body, forcibly severing the foreign substance that didn’t belong to him.
Having done all this.
"Hmph." The Splitting Demon lifted his shirt once more, only to find the curse text unvanished, it had instead expanded further.
What in the world was going on.
"Is it a curse that directly distorts my existence?" the Splitting Demon’s expression darkened as he guessed the true nature of the curse; most curses had a way to be lifted, but if it directly targeted the plane of existence, then even his splitting ability would be ineffective, because it would mean his very existence had been twisted.
Take an inappropriate analogy, it was like a person’s body undergoing pathological changes, the organs are still those organs, but somehow not quite the same.
In such circumstances, the response would either be to forcibly remove the organ, or to just make do with it.
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Elsewhere.
Demon Castle.
"Teacher, I have returned." Xi Mu pushed the door open and entered, only to see Hecate still sitting elegantly, also instructing the White-haired Lolita on some knowledge concerning magic.
As for the White Dragon King and the Negation Demon, there was no trace of them, but given the inertia of the story, they were probably off creating the tomb of the Dragon King.
Indeed, although he had always dealt with witches and demons, the actual stewards of Eden were gods, who had simply never showed themselves from the beginning to the end.
Of course, it wasn’t that the gods behind Eden were too aloof to meet with mere mortals, but rather they awaited a clearer picture of the situation before making a choice.
If the All Gods gained the upper hand, or if the God of Omniscience suddenly returned, then the gods behind Eden would call together to fight the demons and witches.
Conversely, if the Witch of Death’s side prevailed, then through connections with the Witch of the Moon and others, the gods behind Eden could easily defect to the Witch of Death’s camp.
No matter who lost or won, the gods behind Eden would always come out ahead.
"Disciple, come to your teacher’s side." Hecate put down the book in her hand, reached out to pat the White-haired Lolita’s head sitting beside her, then turned her gaze to Ahtal.
Xi Mu walked over and sat beside Hecate.
"Hmm, your condition has worsened." Hecate reached out, touching Ahtal’s neck and after a careful probe, concluded.
"Disciple, you too are transforming into a dragon," she said.
"It’s probably the side effect of slaying too many dragons," Xi Mu said with a resigned smile, lifting his sleeve to reveal an arm faintly covered in dragon scales.
Although the draconic magic he received was modified, he had slain far more dragons than Siegfried, which inevitably worsened his transformation.
Now, he was on the brink of falling into dragonhood.
"Your teacher can help suppress the progress of your transformation," Hecate glanced at the White-haired Lolita beside her and chuckled softly.
"Of course, you could also choose to turn into a dragon."
"If I become a dragon, will you still recognize me as your disciple?" Xi Mu touched the scaly pattern on his hand.
In response, Hecate smiled and answered, "Species, the form of life, to your teacher, those things are unimportant; the disciple is always the teacher’s disciple."
Having reached her current stature, she was no longer concerned with species. Rather, the human fixation on racial distinctions was something she considered within her purview to influence and change.
When a being can freely choose based on their capabilities, that quality holds no special significance—it’s like being able to choose any race or gender freely in a game.
In that case, the distinctions between species hold no special significance.
Who one chooses to be is simply a matter of personal will.
"Then I shall become a dragon," Xi Mu glanced at the White-haired Lolita, his gaze meeting her ruby eyes, "otherwise it would be difficult to procreate."
"What does that have to do with me?" the White-haired Lolita’s cheeks flushed, she couldn’t help but turn her head to avoid Ahtal’s gaze, "I am not of age to bear offspring yet, Ahtal, don’t be rash."
