Ch 2
1070 Words
Catherine waited until the light from the teleportation array disappeared before quietly asking Balan, "What if he wins?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, like silk gliding over skin, making Balan's heartstrings tremble slightly. This was why he forbade her to speak in front of others; only he could hear such a voice.
Balan hurriedly carried her back to their bedroom, his mind elsewhere, and said nonchalantly, "He's doomed. With that lousy mouth of his, he can't even say a kind word. What woman would want to marry him?"
"But……"
"Shh, don't talk about him anymore, or I'll get jealous. Call me by my name, baby."
“...Baran…”
Meanwhile, Rock Johnson returned to the castle, folded his thin wings, walked through the deserted, desolate corridors, and arrived at the castle's underground.
Rock Johnson knew very well that Balan had used the Abyssal Tree as a wager, firstly because Balan didn't care about the Abyssal Tree as much as he did, and secondly because Balan thought he was doomed to lose.
As a friend of thousands of years, Balan said more than once that even if he truly fell in love with a woman, he could not win her over because he was completely incapable of speaking sweet words. With just his words, he could turn a woman who was infatuated with him from love to hate.
But even his friend Balan didn't know that his talent skill "Possession" would have the effect of gaining some of the other person's memories when used.
Each Abyss Grand Duke possesses a unique innate skill, a gift from the Abyss when they emerged from it.
Rock Johnson 's innate ability, "possession," allows him to etherealize his body and reside within intelligent beings in a soul-like form, perfectly manipulating their bodies. This is what Balan knew; what Balan didn't know was that he could also randomly acquire fragments of the other's memories.
Therefore, the bet with Balan seemed incredibly simple to Rock Johnson : find a playboy, use his memories to win the heart of a human woman. Human women are vain and greedy; he was sure to win this bet.
There is no direct passage between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm. The environment on both sides is highly poisonous to creatures of both sides. Only a few individuals of a few races can survive in the other world by themselves or by using external objects or secret techniques.
Even so, their strength will be weakened.
To break the curse of the Abyss on himself—the price the Abyss had given him— Rock Johnson often went to the human world to look for clues. There was an interdimensional teleportation array set up beneath the castle.
He stood in the center of the teleportation array, flicked his finger downwards, and a black flame struck the center of the teleportation array, instantly filling the entire array. After a flash of purple light, he appeared in a mountain forest ten miles away from a certain city in the human realm.
The magical light quickly dissipated, and Rock Johnson frowned. Every time he came to the human world, it made him very uncomfortable.
Even though he was the Grand Duke of the Abyss and could resist the poison of the human world's environment, he was not entirely unaffected. At this moment, his strength had been suppressed to less than half of its original power.
There were voices coming from diagonally ahead, a mix of screams and maniacal laughter. Because Rock Johnson made no attempt to conceal himself, they spotted him as he approached.
Who are you?!
Rock Johnson didn't even glance at it, continuing on his way.
A woman's voice screamed, "Help me! Please help me!"
"Shut up!" A slap followed, then a rough male voice shouted, "I'm asking you! You stop right there! Damn it! Brothers, get him here!"
Several men grabbed their weapons and charged at Rock Johnson . Because it was dark in the woods and branches had partially obscured his figure, the men only realized he wasn't human when they surrounded him; he was a creature with goat horns on his head…
"A demon! It's a demon!"
The men screamed in terror and turned to run, but it was too late.
Rock Johnson flicked his wrist, and black flames appeared out of thin air. After touching the bodies of several men, they spread instantly, as if they had been coated with oil. The raging black flames enveloped them and burned them to ashes in an instant.
Rock Johnson didn't even stop.
Only the woman who witnessed this horrific scene remained, trembling with fear, hugging herself and weeping silently, not daring to make a sound, desperately praying to the Goddess of Light in her heart.
Having narrowly escaped death, she quickly decided to treat everything she had witnessed that day as a nightmare and not tell anyone.
Rock Johnson quickly found a suitable target to possess: Parish Wilson, the son of the Lord of Bluestone City, who was riding back to the city in a luxurious four-wheeled carriage not far away.
Parish Wilson was not a sorcerer and had weak spiritual power. Apart from him, the only other people in the carriage were the coachman and his male servant, both of whom were also weak, ordinary humans. Rock Johnson easily "possessed" the body, which was young and handsome, and could get at least ten human women to accept his marriage proposals in a single day.
Rock Johnson 's possession does not kill the original owner of the body; instead, the original owner's soul is forced to curl up into a ball and fall into a deep sleep, while the body is under his control.
The carriage slowly entered Bluestone City. Rock Johnson opened the window and looked out indifferently.
These lowly, incompetent, and weak humans are just as repulsive.
The carriage suddenly came to an abrupt stop, and the coachman shouted angrily, "You lowly commoner! How dare you stop Young Master Parish's carriage! Do you want to be hanged?"
Rock Johnson looked away and heard a slightly panicked, weak female voice say, "I'm sorry, someone pushed me... I'll move aside right away!"
A lame excuse.
Rock Johnson recalled seeing a similar scene many years ago: a poor but beautiful girl falling in front of a rich young man's car, hoping to rise to the top in one fell swoop.
Pshaw, woman.
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