Chapter 202 – Cruelty

Haha…”

Takashi wondered if he was dreaming.
Dead ones. Soul, see
The souls of the clanmates, who must have been dead, stand there blankly.

This phenomenon originated from one being.
Nickname. Permit of death. The official name in the demon realm is the demon king of the spirit crown.

He is the demon king who manages and handles the soul, and can manipulate the soul at will if he is dead within three days.
Depending on the vessel of the soul, the range that can be handled varies.
Most of the Golden Sun Clan focused on sexual abilities, and even empty words were not good for their souls or bodies, so the master was able to handle their souls freely.

[Where is here…?]
[It’s a clan, right? But how… Why is the body transparent?]
[Fuck…]

The dead Golden Suns had their minds firmly planted.
In particular, Zhang Xiong, who died first, was shaking with a cold sweat.
As they are also users, they realized what the situation was like.
Even death is not free now.

It was a scene enough to thrill and despair the Golden Sun Clan, who thought they would rather die in the pain of being destroyed beyond exhaustion.

Besides, that company was obviously completely defeated by Yeodee and signed a contract.
That meant that the Demon King had to exert his power even if he suffered losses.
No matter how much the demon king treats the dead souls like zombies, it must be quite a burden to bring back the memories and emotions of a lifetime.
It means that he is subordinated to Yeodere to the extent that he has to bear such a burden.
I couldn’t get out of this situation.

How did this work that started with a light heart come to this?
The fact that they looked down on such a vicious man now is unbearably pitiful and fearful for the members of the Golden Sun Clan.

“Good. Guys.”

Dre activated the ‘Share’ skill.
Originally, it was a skill given to restore Malachia’s soul, but Dre used it in a completely unexpected way.

It is to share his ‘sexual ability’ with the male victims.
Originally, it was impossible.
Sharing is Dre’s feeling. In other words, they share touch or smell, but cannot share abilities.
However, Dre has a sense of handling ‘power’ that can be said to be innate. In other words, he changed his skills arbitrarily with ‘incomprehensible senses’.

The sexual abilities of the male victims who received some, if not all, of the talents and skills Enris described as the power of color or justice rose dramatically.

“This works.”

Eidere smiled contentedly and beckoned, and the male victims approached the women.
Among them, there were women who had been violated earlier and were insane, and there were women who had just received a call from the Golden Sun Clan and arrived as a follow-up, and there were women who were trembling.
Men rushed at all the women that the Golden Sun Clan had corrupted so far, and a frenzied party began.

“Yeahap!”
“Huh!”

The sound of dragons working hard on affairs here and there.
I heard the golden suns screaming in pain.
The intestines of golden stars or female accomplices were hung on the ceiling like sausages.

Besides that, there was a lot of content.

May eight days come. ‘Work’
Uncle, a young-looking boy. Bizarre sculptures made by weaving handsome men, ugly men, old people, monsters, powerful men, muscular men, black men, and golden stars of various appearances.

Dre named it ‘Water Park’.
Occasionally, a torture device filled with long needles descends from the ceiling and cuts down the golden suns, and blood rains from the bodies of the golden suns with countless holes.

It was said that it mimicked the water pouring down like a waterfall from above in a huge pool.

The Jokjok Gold Suns whose bodies were pierced were regenerated again.
It wasn’t because of Rikka’s spell.
The wizard’s magic power is vast.
He, too, had mastered super-regeneration, and even if it wasn’t Rikka’s technique, only regeneration was possible.
That is why Dre can freely perform ‘train’, ‘centipede’, ‘top’, ‘tug-of-war’, etc. He could play to his heart’s content.

Terrible spectacles were taking place all over the large hall.

Originally, the demon king of Purgatory 1 had so much mana that he did not think to run dry even if he used super regeneration on insignificant minions, and their screams and pain soon became the power of the demon king and was converted into mana.
Like a spinning wheel, the pain continues infinitely.
These are the sights that make you wonder if there is a hell here.

Aaaaa
Aaaaa

Screams resound here and there, and the voices of women who are young with pleasure resonate opposite to him.
Saying it’s better than those dumb assholes, saying that such an asshole was fucked up from the beginning. Mental-eating remarks plagued the Golden Suns.
It was insanely painful for the women who gave even the slightest emotion to curse the Golden Suns and speak all sorts of lewd words while being buried under the men they had crushed.

This was such a fucking thing.
The Golden Suns were being tortured both physically and mentally.

Takashi laughed and tears poured from his eyes.
Oh shit
You should listen to Shin Jin-pae.
Never, she wasn’t hooked up with Eight.
A huge regret came over me, but it was already spilled water.
There is no way out of here.
Because of that Demon Lord, even death is not free now.

A feast of eternal madness.
Even if there is hell, should I just stay here now?
Now, to the golden suns, salvation was only mad, but the mental protection given to the body of the stranger functioned vaguely, making it impossible to reach the subject that could not erase the fear.

‘No, my mental skills are working fine. Eight days is strange.’

Takashi thought with tears in his eyes.
This place is hell.
A true hell where the pain changes in real time by eight days.
The owner of that hell and the fear is eight days.
All the golden suns were in despair, and even the thought of running away, let alone resisting, was gradually thinning.

In the middle of that eight. She crossed her arms next to the black vault of darkness where Enris was sitting-in and nodded her head in satisfaction.
While looking at their works, he was thinking of the words of that person.

‘Excessive use of power. Whether it’s Ryunar or mana, make it look like it’s running out.’
‘Then is he going to attack me?’
‘There is no other way for Inris-nim. Even if it stays as it is, it will only maintain the status quo. After a while, if Yeodere’s colleagues come here, even that prison might be lifted…’

A barrier that is nothing more than a temporary measure.
If you stand around that prison defenselessly, Enris said that Dre will definitely come in contact with you, aiming for a weak spot.

‘But if it’s you, I’d lightly respond to such an ambush and cut it down.’

Dre, who I got to know a little bit through the contract, was really abnormal.
Judging by her specifications alone, she is an existence that is not even capable of reaching her own toes, let alone Inlith, but with all kinds of strange powers and senses, she has the power to turn even her demon king, the devil, into a close proximity.
A weakened Inlith would be easily defeated.
But Dre’s purpose is not to kill him.
He wanted to contact Enris and subdue him.
Only then can his last plan come true.

Dre asked me.
If I subdue Enris, he wondered if he would be able to use that power to his heart’s content.

The officer said that he would not help voluntarily because he had succumbed.

“However, if we make a contract, Master’s plan will be realized.”

Even if it was not a normal contract, but the ability obtained through a compulsory contract, it was possible to dream light dreams at the level of the golden stars.

Yes.
Dre intended to make the golden suns dream.
A beautiful dream mixed with hope and despair…

The golden suns are not all lost yet.
I only let go of what I had right now, but I still haven’t tasted the deep despair in my bones.
I had to make them dream in order to return what they had done.
They will create precious lovers and families in their dreams.
And they will suffer what they have done to innocent people…

Sweating with this transhuman vengeance, when Enrisgadre came into contact, she thought that this might be her last chance to escape this mad being.
Of course, as it is bound by a contract, the company cannot provide any help to Inris.
Rather, because of the contract, he gave Dre advice tinged with genuine concern.

Anyway, the devil.
I know that your mental power is strong, but since the bowl of your soul is different from that of a human from the start, instead of subduing Enris, you will rather be defeated.
But Dre nodded her head as if he knew, but did not withdraw her will.
It just burned her eyes.

The priest has seen and managed countless souls under the command of the ‘Death Demon King’.
Even though he hadn’t seen a person who was emotionally out of line and crazy for eight days, he had a keen eye for recognizing what kind of emotions the other person had as he had seen lives and souls that were difficult to count.
From his point of view, he is currently angry.
Anger that never ends.
A black flame that doesn’t know how to evolve.
The priest contemplated whether or not to speak to Dre, the owner, with a protective instinct stimulated by the contract, but eventually opened his mouth.

“My master.”
“?”
“If you’re only filled with anger, you’re going to ruin a good thing.”

He immediately regretted it.
It was Dre’s first serious expression.

“…What?”
“…I’m sorry. I’ll never say such arrogant things next time.”

Dre asked the sweaty woman with her head down and his hand on her chest.

“Hey”
“…Yes.”

It is the one who has lived for thousands of years.
It might feel unfair to be scolded by a young creature, but since Dre was the opponent, strangely, I didn’t feel that way.
But, Dre wasn’t trying to scold either.

“Do I look angry?”
“…Yes?”
“Doesn’t it look fun?”
“…”

What is your intention? How should I answer this?
At that time, when I was truly embarrassed, a look of astonishment appeared on the priest’s face.

‘Could it be at this timing?!’

The moment Dre looked back, noticing his gaze.

“Kuaa!”

Inris, who had only her face left, was in the process of transforming her face to reveal her sharp teeth, just like her mermaid fish.
And, he swallowed Dre as it was. Right before being swallowed, Dre smiled.
It’s as if things went according to plan.
It is clear that Inlith is attacking, but rather, Inlith is embarrassed and breaks into a cold sweat…

Quak.

The moment the mouth was closed, a black light gushed out.

‘You’re underestimating me. ‘

Inris is not an idiot.
She knew that Dre was deliberately trying to force her to come out, and she knew that no matter how much of his apparent strength he drained to the bottom of her, she wouldn’t lose her true strength.
Nevertheless, the reason he came out of the safe that Arvedia opened was because he thought this was the right time to bet on a game.
No matter how much time passes, the situation remains the same. No, it gets worse.

It might be a way to continue to sit in the barrier created by Arvedia and recharge the consumed magic energy, but if she recovers her power beyond a certain amount, Enris won’t die because she has recovered this much power. It was obvious that Eodere, who thought, would cut her with her sword.
Enris knew very well that Dre wasn’t standing still because she couldn’t break her barrier.
She was always full of her self-confidence and she was an Inlith with the ability to match, but she didn’t have the confidence to withstand her attacks then.

So now is the right time.
She had recovered moderately, and now that her strength had been drained moderately for eight days… She was going to attack the part of her that she thought was suspicious.

I don’t think she’ll just fight and win.
Inlith’s battle method is to attack her mind. In her weakened state, she can only use mental attacks, which are her main skill.

However, the opponent is a crazy person who doesn’t mind even the death of several hundred years. No, it’s a being with a soul that I’m sorry to call it a human being.
Fighting each other’s minds with this man is not wise.

‘However… There is no way that a mediocre human would have such powerful mental power.’

There must be something secret in the abnormal soul.

Yeedre was very strange.
She seemed to be sad in strange parts, but she had no emotion there even though she was subjected to cruel and generally terrifying things, and then she felt a violent change in her emotions at the words of the speaker.

And there is one consistent feeling. That’s endless rage.
And it couldn’t be more dubious than this, ‘just a human body, not a stranger’

How did he come to Elyunar with his own body, not a body created by God?
Something impossible.
It is clear that Yeodere is not actually a stranger, but a being created by God disguised as a stranger.

I don’t know why he created such an existence, but he thought that it was enough for those who were absolutes who enjoyed all kinds of amusements.
Or maybe there is a transcendent meaning that Enris doesn’t know about.
If there is really a transcendental meaning, you will be able to obtain that information by defeating Yeodee.

‘Perhaps the gods will know the conditions for victory in this proxy war.’

As long as they signed a contract with the Golden Suns, they knew, at least roughly, why the gods, who were absolute in their own dimension, came to this dimension and engaged in proxy wars. Even the famous demon lord Inris didn’t know about the victory conditions.

If only I could understand the conditions, I could make up for today’s loss.

“Whoa.”

Enris took a deep breath.
The place he was standing in was a pitch-black space where even pitch-black seemed white.
This is the inside of Yeodereui. To be precise, it is an image space.

Invading the imaginary space is the special power of the royal family of dream demons.
Ordinary dreamers can only enter superficial dreams, but if their lineage is noble, they can pierce deep psychology and dig into the inner world that they do not even know about.

Enris had met the monster kings before.
Originally, it was the Dark Sea Emperor Daira who would have died when they met. Ex-ghost demon. And the reason why he was able to live fine even after seeing Holy Dragon, one of the five divine beasts, was thanks to this power that he peeked into their inner world and kept them away while they were looking away.

In the case of Frostia, I couldn’t even try, and all I saw was materialized in my past memories…

An accident to leak somewhere else.
Shake your head and focus on the situation.

In this era, dogs and cows have mental barriers, so no matter how enris you are, you can’t know all the information.
But it’s just that you can’t know all the information, but it was easy to figure out what kind of power you have, such as knowing the weakness of your ability if you invade the image space.

‘However, the current purpose is not such information.’

The goal is to find the source of Dre’s strong soul.
If he was a created being, the deities would have entered something into his image.

It’s not about digging up information to gain advantage in battle, but after grasping something that forms the basis of the powerful spirit of the eight days, destroying it, and once again triggering the declaration of the mind, triggering ‘Whanmare’.
That is the purpose of Enris.

A guy who has the mental level of a normal, normal person won’t last for a while.
Then it will be thoroughly destroyed and trampled upon.
He would never let the guy who insulted him like this.

‘By the way.’

How far does this space go?
It’s an image space, but isn’t it too wide even if it’s wide?

‘What on earth is this black space?’

Imagery is usually a way of seeing things that make up a person…
This is unusual. That’s why Enris was once again convinced that there was something here that was the basis of eight days’ mental power.

He closed his eyes.
It will consume a lot of energy, but there is no time.
There is a limit to time even in peeping into the image space, and if you are about eight days old, you will find the person who has infiltrated your image right away and drive it out.
So, even if you use excessive force, you search for the source.
Enris launched a search.

And.

“…”

He was silent and broke out in a cold sweat.

Narrow.

This space is not particularly large.
He was just hanging around in the same place as himself.
For a dream horse to get lost in a dream is like a person forgetting how to move their body.

I can guess why.
Such a case is rare even in the long history.
This is a case that even Enris has experienced only once.

This is the case when there was an absolute existence that could not be grasped even by the lineage of the royal family of the dreamer.
Enris is a powerful demon lord who was able to search even the gods who were absolute in other dimensions.
The only thing he couldn’t explore was Nanar, who was an applicant for the top Shinhyeon applicant.

…Nonsense.
Hopefully, inside this. There is a Nanar-level god?
It can’t be. If there was a powerful being of that level inside, there was no way he wouldn’t know about it.
Even if there was no confrontation, he would have known right away just by walking around.

‘In the first place, some crazy god is in the midst of fighting for the position of ‘Pryunar’ with the absolute god, and he’s coiled up inside mere humans?’

Is there a god in such a pitiful situation as it should be?

‘…It’s a shame?’

Wouldn’t the story be different if it was a god who is difficult to even exist?
I’ve heard that the incident caused by ‘The Stranger Killer’ Almiraj on the floating island was to resurrect a forgotten god.

If eight days had been in contact with them at that time, with the ‘forgotten god’…

“It’s an interesting imagination.”

Inris raised her head.
It must have been pitch black, but the man was clearly visible.

Human…? Man…?
No. This is just an image he created on his own.
A man sitting in a bizarre chair with his chin resting on his cheek, wearing a shabby suit, as if contemplating everything.

He is undoubtedly a god
…That too. An incredibly high level god.

“…Huh, heh, heh. Heck…”

Just looking at it makes me run out of breath and go out of my mind.
As if humans witnessed foreign gods, like powerful beings from myths full of tentacles.

‘Nonsense…!’

I’ve said it many times, but all the gods who came to Ryunar’s dimension were once absolute gods. Shinhwa’s foreign media full of tentacles is just cute.

‘Really, there’s a Nanar-level god in here…?!’

It is not because Enris is an absurdly powerful demon lord that his spirit is still maintained and his existence has not been erased despite confronting the main god-level soul.

It’s because that unknown god is sustaining her.
Because you are merciful? Or on a whim?
I don’t know.
Not knowing is scary.
Enris let out a pitiful groan, unbefitting of the royal family of dream demons and of a demon king.

“His head is high.”
“…?”

When he came to his senses, the area below his knees was gone.
Enris couldn’t even scream.

“Be polite. You lowly little devil.”

He couldn’t come to his senses as he was crushed by overwhelming fear and rage.
What is this.
Enris is by no means a weakling.
No, rather strong.

‘I’ve maintained my ego even in front of that fanatic Nanar. But…!’

God of the highest order.
Also, the rear of the deity who is also his patron deity. He is the god of the ‘progressive wave’. And that special god who has another identity.
His sober to sign a contract with him. Even when he faced Nar’s body, he was the one who was fine.

‘How happy were you when you found out that my ‘level’ and Elyunar’s ‘level’ were high?’

However. Enris’ spirit, which had been able to maintain its ego even after seeing Nanar, was about to collapse.
What the hell is this god?

As I have said repeatedly, Enris is a powerful demon lord.
He was also a hardworking demon king.
There was also some information about the forgotten gods that I had collected just in case, and even though I didn’t know their powers, I had figured out their existence and names.
However. I have no idea what the existence in front of my eyes is.

With an existence like this, how was it possible for eight days to be so carefree?
Could a being of this size have such a powerful mental power?
It’s a handshake.
You shouldn’t come in here… Death…

“Discredit.”

Now. What.
Eight days, voice?
He barely turned his head.
Just like the nameless god in front of me, Eight Days was getting up from a grotesque chair and was descending toward Enris.

“If you’ve been watching silently and enjoying yourself up until now, you’d stay still until the end. You stupid bastard.”

What is that rant
Could it be that even after recognizing the existence of eight days, he maintained that tone of voice?

‘No, now… That guy…! It’s not to the extent of maintaining one’s ego, but is it flat as if nothing happened? Could that be possible…! Could it be that I made a contract with this god?’

Not even that.
No matter how much a contract was made with that god, even the contracted party would not be able to maintain their sanity if they faced the main body.

“He came in on his own, so don’t say too much.”
“Sounds funny. If you’re going to do nonsense, leave the room.”
“He’s a cheesy guy.”
“Are you a man by the way?”
“No. It’s just an insignificant guy over there imagining it.”
“It was old.”
“Tsk.”

What. How.
Inris felt her mind wander.
How can you even joke with a being like that?
And Inris. She felt
From eight who came close. A power that could not be felt in the real world.
His true character was felt only after coming to the image space.
The difference between a far-off place and a ‘stage’ as felt by that god.

“…Huh. Hee. Hee. Hee. Hee.”

It is true that there is something inside.
But that virtue, what an arrogant and foolish idea.
Eight days. It’s just sheer powerful.
This guy… Is on par with the nameless god right in front of him.
No, something that might grow further, that could be dismissed as something like the dreamer’s royal family, something that doesn’t know the end.
Did the gods make him? No.

The gods found him irreplaceable and invited him to this world.

Enris was just overwhelmed and let out a pitiful moan.

“Hee-hee. Hee-hee…!”

Disgrace and Dre, why are you like this bastard? They looked at each other with a smile on their faces, then raised their eyebrows.
And.

“Cheup.”
“Puha.”

Hehe

The absurd laughter of gods and humans echoes.
Dre was lying on his stomach and laughing at the top of his throat.

“You pretended to be proud and ended up being such a jerk!!”

A flood of contempt and ridicule.
Now, like Dre, he opens his mouth as much as he wants and laughs like crazy.
And a human who stretches out his hand to himself while smiling… Eight days.

Are these two demons?
No.
It is God.

Yeodere is not a simple user.
It cannot be a simple user.
You signed a contract with a love heart? No way!
Even the gods couldn’t handle a bowl like this…

‘…Huh?’

What.
Accidents are erased.
Enris felt it.
And, I thought while looking at the nameless god who was mad at the moment.

The god in front of me can’t be…

Ah. Then.
What is the name of disgrace?

Crisp. Crisp.

After a while.

Enris’s body crumbled, leaving nothing in her mental space.
Her body in reality is also disintegrating.

“…”
“Ruler.”

Dre pointed at the demon king at his feet as if asking if this was enough.
At the tips of her fingers, Inris is twitching as she closes her eyes and bites into her foam.
Her soul was extremely weakened and even her appearance changed like a mummy, so she could no longer be called Enris.
That miserable appearance signified his complete decline and submission.
He was at a loss for words at the miserable appearance of the demon king who could literally destroy a planet several times or even dozens of times stronger than himself.

“You mean a forced contract is possible in this state?”
“…No.”

He swallowed a gulp.

“The soul is completely subdued. Now, it is possible to take this person’s power at will, not through a contract.”

I mean, what happened?
Enris must have forced the infiltration of the imaginary space, which is the power of the royal family of dream demons.

‘In there, what the hell… What the hell did you see? You’re in a state of submissiveness to give up your soul, body, and strength?’

Dre asked curiously.

“Take power at will? What are you talking about?”
“This means that you can fully take on the power of this mighty demon king. In other words, not only the bizarre skills that the current owner possesses, but also vivid power… A huge amount of power will be added to the current power. For example, the cutting power of the cutting sword may be ten times stronger than it is now.”
“…”
“It means that you can rise to the same level as the highest level demon kings, monster kings, or divine beings.”

I couldn’t believe it when I said it.
The human body could accomplish this feat.

‘No. Don’t judge me on my own level. In the past, he was only at 30% and canceled the summons, but he overpowered the dragon of destruction.’

No matter how special powers they possess, it is impossible to defeat the King of Monsters.
If Enris was also a demon lord who specialized in the spirit realm and suppressed it by force, he would not have been an opponent in the eight days he is now.

Either way, it is a feat close to a miracle that is incomprehensible to a low-level level.

‘…No, I don’t know why, but even if Inris-sama was perfect, the image of my master being defeated doesn’t come to mind.’

I’m sure the combined power couldn’t possibly reach Enris…
But the reality was clear.
Inris was defeated, and Eighty won.
It is a true monster that has won over the Demon King of Color Dreams.
If such a monster absorbs Inlith, how strong will it become?

‘Perhaps, it might be possible to catch the kings of monsters who were both humans and demons, and hunting was impossible.’

It is now the beginning of his rise to the same level as the mythical monster with human power. He thought he might be in that historical scene.
But Dre said softly.

“So, can I use this bastard’s authority?”
“…Authority is obsessed with images. If you get drunk with power, you will not be able to use Enris’ authority.”
“Then that’s all right. How to use authority instead of strength?”

I was momentarily stunned by the answer.
Are you aware of how great the opportunity is?
But that person lowered his head.

“If you make a contract and offer up this person’s very existence, you will be able to achieve what you want. If you are a person of this level, you should be able to make your plan come true by immersing yourself in a dream, not just for a day, but for thousands of years like ‘a nightmare’. Or, you might be able to subjugate him and deal with him.”
“Okay.”

Then Dre laughed, as if he liked it.

Ruler.

Give the Golden Suns an eternal nightmare.
Dre laughed happily.
At the same time, the black fire in his eyes did not think to go out.