Woke Up to Find the Game I Made Came True-Chapter 101
To reach that area, one must first cross the magma moat beneath the fortress. This uneven path was teeming with figures of infernal creatures lurking about.
Ye Bai passed by a group of imps playfully dipping their tails into the molten pool.
Imps were the very infernal creatures the hellish attendants had previously attempted to summon. Standing only half a person's height, they sported bat-like wings and tails, their primary means of attack being the spewing of molten fireballs. They could also drain their enemies' psychic energy, ranking between levels 30 to 40—the most common low-tier beings in the infernal realm.
Thanks to her flawless disguise, the imps mistook Ye Bai for one of their own. One particularly mischievous imp flicked its tail, splashing magma toward her.
Fortunately, Ye Bai had been on high alert and dodged just in time, her heart pounding.
The magma itself wasn’t much of a threat, but being "attacked" by an imp would break her disguise, forcing her into combat mode. If exposed, she’d alert every monster in the fortress.
"Gurgle-groo!"
Seeing Ye Bai ignore it, the imp let out a nonsensical screech before turning back to its playmates, none the wiser.
Infernal creatures came in all shapes and forms. Even among those born in the same realm, the gap between low-tier and high-tier beings was vast—both in power and intellect.
For instance, while imps and demons differed by just a single word, true demons were level 60 and above, serving as elite soldiers in the infernal army. The difference in intelligence between the two was akin to that between beasts and sentient beings.
Demons possessed their own system of infernal magic and communicated using a soul-bound arcane language known as [Demon Tongue]. Meanwhile, lower-tier infernal creatures lacked any structured language, blindly obeying their superiors.
After navigating past the imps, Ye Bai cautiously sidestepped two infernal warhorses hauling a cart.
Inside the cart, she spotted piles of cracked-open seashells—empty of flesh or pearls, yet still carrying the faint, briny scent of seawater. Strangely fresh, even.
Such things were rare in the infernal realm, likely offerings to the fortress’s infernal lord.
This lord’s tastes clearly differed from others—instead of seafood or meat, the cart carried decorative treasures like pearls and coral.
Treading across a makeshift bridge of black stones floating on magma, Ye Bai passed by what appeared to be a guard—a three-headed infernal hound.
Two of its heads were fast asleep, while the third remained alert, exhaling sulfurous breaths.
As Ye Bai walked by, the awake hound sniffed the air, momentarily puzzled. But seeing nothing amiss in her appearance, it hesitated.
By the time the hound’s doubt settled, Ye Bai was already five meters away.
Finally, the awake head yawned, nudged one of its sleeping counterparts awake, and then dozed off itself, leaving vigilance behind.
After traversing a hundred meters, Ye Bai finally reached the fissure she’d spotted earlier, her nerves easing at the sight.
With the fissure just over ten meters above, even if her disguise failed now, she could escape to the surface.
Just as she stepped forward to sense where the fissure led and how long it would remain, a voice suddenly rang out nearby.
"Hey! You there!"
Ye Bai froze, startled.
The voice—odd yet magnetic—clearly didn’t belong to Autofis or any paper-thin companion.
She swiftly traced the sound to a crevice behind the fissure, where metal bars framed a prison cell built into the cliffside.
Her gaze sharpened, landing on the speaker—a prisoner.
From the waist up, he resembled a refined human noble in ornate attire. But below, his legs dissolved into translucent smoke, like a genie from a lamp.
Spotting her attention, the figure grinned.
"Greetings, friend! Care to lend a hand?"
Ye Bai didn’t dignify him with a response, turning back toward the fissure.
His appearance alone betrayed his nature—a devil.
Unlike demons, the infernal realm’s elite warriors, devils were rare aberrations. Though few in number, they were among the most infamous beings from the underworld.
Devils lacked combat prowess but excelled in deceit. Their words carried an innate magic, comprehensible to all creatures, and their forms appeared familiar to any who beheld them. Their specialty? Luring souls into contracts, then exploiting loopholes to claim them.
Cunning and unpredictable, devils easily outmaneuvered lesser infernal creatures. That this one was imprisoned suggested only one thing—he’d crossed the fortress’s infernal lord, Iris.
Every devil was a silver-tongued swindler, a maestro of fraud. His call was undoubtedly a quest trigger, but Ye Bai knew better than to bite. Devil quests were traps, plain and simple.
"Kind soul, save me... I won’t ask for free. I’ll trade you a great secret—one that could make you the mightiest infernal lord!"
Ye Bai pretended not to hear. The best way to deal with devils? Don’t engage.
As she strode resolutely toward the fissure, the devil’s noble facade cracked. Pressing against the bars, his face turned ghastly pale, his tone shifting from plea to threat.
"If you don’t help me, I’ll reveal your true identity to Lord Iris!"
"Even if you hunt on the surface, you’ll never return through this fissure again!"
At those words, Ye Bai’s steps halted abruptly, her mind racing.
Of course, the devil’s threats held no real power over her. If the devil had a direct way to communicate with the lord of this realm, it would have pestered that infernal ruler day and night, scheming to trick its way out. There was no need for it to vent its helpless rage on her.
The key was the second line—the devil mentioned she was here to hunt on the surface, which made Ye Bai realize she was still under the effects of [Perfect Disguise]. To different races, Ye Bai appeared as one of their own.
Devils merely looked human; at their core, they were creatures of the infernal realm.
Ye Bai had momentarily fallen into a player’s mindset, fixating on the devil’s quest. But now, from its words, she understood: [Perfect Disguise] worked on the devil as well. Just as the devil appeared human to her, she appeared as a devil to it.
The reason it had begged her for help wasn’t because it saw through her disguise as a divine-blooded being offering a quest—it thought she was another devil masquerading as a different infernal creature!
Realizing this, Ye Bai did as the devil wished and stopped, pretending to be cowed by its threat. She glanced around before approaching its cell, keeping a safe distance across the chasm.
"Don’t joke around. You’re clearly locked up here by Iris. How could you possibly contact her?" Ye Bai said darkly.
Judging by the name and the coral pearls she’d seen earlier, the master of this cliffside fortress was likely a demon lord of the succubus-ghoul lineage.
The imprisoned devil grinned. "Normally, yes. But if I’m willing to pay the price of severe injury to break out, I can still get her attention."
It pointed at the red demonic runes inscribed on the iron bars of its cage.
Devils could teleport—without a magically sealed prison, there was no way to contain one.
"You’d pay that price?" Ye Bai replied skeptically. "Don’t waste my time. Give me a real offer."
The devil exhaled and nodded. "Fine. If you free me, I’ll tell you a major secret about the spatial rift in this layer."
Ye Bai shook her head. "Ridiculous. How do I know your information is real? And even if it is, why can’t I investigate it myself? Worst case, I’ll just flee without crossing the rift."
The devil countered, "This secret involves the Deepsea Clan. I can swear a contract—if you free me, I’ll tell you everything."
Deepsea Clan?
Ye Bai immediately recalled the abundance of "seafood" she’d seen earlier—creatures that shouldn’t exist in the infernal realm. That confirmed the credibility of its claim.
As for the devil’s proposed contract, Ye Bai didn’t trust it at all.
Learning this much was already a decent gain. She could figure out the rest on her own.
As for the devil’s threat to expose her to the infernal lord, Ye Bai knew its cowardly nature wouldn’t allow it to do something so self-destructive.
"Then why not make a contract with me? Tell me the secret first, and I’ll free you. How about that?"
Ye Bai tossed out the suggestion casually. When the devil instantly refused, she turned to leave.
She knew it would never agree—but after only a few steps, she heard it shout in desperation:
"Wait! I accept!"
Ye Bai paused, startled, and looked back.
The devil gritted its teeth, as if steeling itself. "But we must swear a soul contract!"
Hearing this, Ye Bai was stunned—what a joke. She wasn’t a real devil. How could she possibly form a soul contract?
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But just then, the voice of Paperman came through the magic scroll in her hand:
"Bai Ye, you can agree. Leave the rest to me."
