Detective Agency of the Bizarre-Chapter 1365 - 205: "Devil

The foolish demons lost their sanity and attacked Lu Li, while those slightly smarter fled the town in fear, including the residents and merchants staying in the town.

By the time Lu Li entered "Ward Town," it was almost empty, and no demon silhouettes were visible on the streets.

The Flowing Demon that followed Lu Li into the town was nearly overwhelmed with terror: "The Devil Monarch will not let this go, sir..."

"Tell me what you know about the demons in Abyss City, then leave."

Involving even a Mid-Level Demon exceeded its capacity.

The soul’s ultimate purpose is Abyssal Demon?!

The Flowing Demon was shaken by its emerging conjecture and tremblingly conveyed the information it knew to Lu Li.

The Abyssal Demons are outliers.

Or rather, every demon is special.

As the Abyssal Demon that governs a range of thousands of miles and maintains a trade-known order, its influence covers thousands of miles.

Thus, the under Abyss City, a commercial atmosphere is rich, and traders that are rarely or never seen in other Devil Monarchs or Demon Lords domains are common here.

If corresponding with a Divinity in human legends in charge of commerce, the Abyssal Demon might be akin to the God of Commerce.

Though it’s unknown whether the Abyssal Demon can derive strength from it.

Concerning the laws in Abyss City, the Flowing Demon knew little; it only knew that Abyss City strictly prohibits fighting, theft, or robbery, and crimes will be judged by a court for every demon violating the order.

"How about Abyss City?"

"It has obsidian walls tens of meters high, each long street the size of a town, countless demons live inside..."

The Flowing Demon painted a picture for Lu Li not inferior to a surface city. Most crucially, it is ruled by order, not chaotic demon lairs.

That Abyssal Demon clearly belongs to the lawful camp. However, it’s evident it won’t allow Lu Li, who killed its beloved pet, to exist, nor allow its domain to be forcibly seized.

The Flowing Demon’s fear of the Abyssal Demon far outweighed its greed for town wealth, and upon Lu Li’s permission to leave, the demons hurriedly drove carts loaded with special goods from the trade route, preparing to head for the final destination, Abyss City.

"Do you know Beauty Lake Town?" Lu Li asked the Flowing Demon before parting.

"The place occupied by Fire Demons?"

"The Fire Demon group has been dealt with, they have returned to Beauty Lake Town, which lacks supplies."

"Understood, Soul Master, I will go there and bring your greetings." The Flowing Demon answered fearfully and frantically, swiftly departing with the caravan.

Lu Li watched as the convoy melded into black dots, disappearing into the twisted sight of the barren land, and faintly, it felt like seeing the majestic obsidian walls standing in the depths of the horizon.

Perhaps that Abyssal Demon and its Abyss City could truly accept this outlier Lu Li, regrettably, Lu Li needs humanity, he needs to understand the demon’s power.

He seemed destined to bring chaos.

Lu Li fully unfolded the Cursed Title, instantly enveloping a tenth of the small Ward Town. He searched the town through the dream, swept away all valuables, and unexpectedly discovered over a dozen demons still in town.

The houses where demons still existed were bypassed by Lu Li, who took the plundered valuables into the town’s tallest tower-like building.

Clatter—

The riches piled up in a room under Dreamwalker’s psychic direction. Lu Li casually locked the door and went to the tower’s top floor.

The top floor, with only one bedroom, had circular windows that could take in every direction, but outside the town, there was only unchanging desolation.

A chair, embedded with colorful gemstone as if an artwork, was placed in the room’s center. One could imagine the Wild Lion Demon, with its smooth mane, usually sitting in this chair, overlooking the town and earth.

Lu Li placed his cane beside the chair, his attention fell on the round bed and the bedside table where demon leather books lay.

Written in hell’s grotesque script, the book title: "I Will Become King"

There was only this book in the tower, so Lu Li picked it up, returned to the somewhat loose-fitting golden gemstone chair and leaned against the armrest, opening this book "I Will Become King."

Intriguingly, this book narrated a low-level demon, on the brink of becoming an inferior demon, gradually growing, strengthening, then yielding to the demon lord that killed its father, rising through ranks by tricking trust to avenge, eventually becoming an advanced demon.

And the hell demons’ preferences surprisingly akin to the surface.

Lu Li quietly engrossed in reading, as time quietly passed.

During this, several demons chose to leave the town, distant caravans and approaching demons came close, only to distance themselves due to the town’s eerie dead silence.

The figure in the golden gemstone chair remained unmoving besides flipping pages, a sand-swept breeze quietly blew over the silent town, outlines formed by sand quietly coalesced behind the chair.

A sand-grain hand emerged on the back of Lu Li’s neck, seemingly unaware while flipping the book.

"Strange soul, who are you?" The sand outline whispered like wind and sand.

Lu Li, held by the sand hand, lifted his gaze to look at the sand outline: "Are you the Abyssal Demon?"

"...Who sent you, a devil or a demon?" The sand outline asked.

Lu Li shook his head: "Neither."

"...No matter who you are, you broke the order."

The sand-grain hand clutching Lu Li’s neck gradually tightened, Lu Li seemed to open his mouth slightly in breathlessness and pain—yet at that moment, the Abyssal Demon’s sand hand suddenly loosened from Lu Li.

"...How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

Its other sand-grain hand picked the oak cane by the throne, hence Lu Li saw at its top, a tender, narrow green sprout emerged from the cane.

"...This."

"This is my power."

Unexpectedly, plants indeed can grow in hell.

Yet this only became evident when Lu Li’s humanity reached 850 parts—if still on the surface, such humanity would make plants grow quickly as if enveloped by Speaker of the Trees wherever Lu Li walked.

"...You’re not sent by them." The voice of wind and sand swelled from the outline, yet the Abyssal Demon still didn’t release Lu Li, "...Work for me, use your power to cultivate more plants."

"Plants are precious in hell?"

"...That’s right."

Lu Li pondered: "How much is one worth?"

The Abyssal Demon didn’t answer, but a burning parchment emerged from the void, hovering before Lu Li.

"Sign it," it said.

Lu Li couldn’t discern the blurry grotesque script but could imagine it filled with harsh clauses.

"I won’t sign it."

"...You have no choice, strange soul."

The sand-grain hand clenching Lu Li’s neck tightened once again—

"I don’t think so."

Lu Li’s voice suddenly came from the side.

Above the throne, Lu Li, held by the sand-grain hand, gradually faded away.

At the window simultaneously emerged a man in dim light with black hair, his eyes calmly gazing at it.