Chapter 6

The ferocity and cruelty of the demon, along with a part of human rationality.

These two elements formed Orsaga's soul.

Although rationality had been tainted by the demon's instincts, it also allowed him to retain a cunning akin to that of a devil, making his methods different from the majority of demons who relied on muscle to decide their actions. Instead, his brain decided his muscles.

However, this did not mean he would be a coward. After all, the nature of demons dictated that they would not be cowards. Every demon had to kill hundreds of their kind just to step out from the banks of the River Styx. The weak, the wretched, and the insufficiently cruel had long been eliminated, becoming nutrients for other demons. The weak had no chance of ever stepping out from the banks of the River Styx.

For Orsaga, if the benefits were sufficient, he could accept the risk of gambling with his life. After all, even ordinary humans could be hit by a car while buying groceries.

Living itself was a risk.

Ordinary people were like this.

Even more so for Orsaga, who lived in the Abyss, a place where life was free and death was random. To him, risk was an inevitable factor!

However, this did not mean he would risk his life without seeing any benefits.

Either the temptation was so great that it made him forget the dangers, or he would wait until he had some confidence.

When he had confidence, he would naturally try.

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Wandering through the forest, Orsaga, though not a little girl picking mushrooms, could at least be considered a diligent and hardworking little demon.

Whenever he encountered someone, whether they were passing by, hiding, feigning death, healthy, disabled, big, or small, as long as they were still alive, he would convert them, leaving them without any regrets. This was his basic duty as a good demon, freeing them from the troubles of the world.

Orsaga's gaze sharpened, and he stopped.

Although there were many obstacles, he could sense a life force approaching him. From the intensity of the energy, it was almost on par with his own, meaning that under normal circumstances, there would be no significant difference in their strength.

However, Orsaga was a player with a cheat, and his actual combat power, enhanced by the system, was at least a notch above that of an equally endowed demon.

Orsaga also understood the consequences of being too arrogant in the Abyss. After gauging the other party's strength, he did not take them lightly but adjusted his magic with caution. After all, he had energy vision; why couldn't the other party have energy suppression?

There were plenty of freaks in the Abyss. Who knew if there was a mutant demon that could crush him with one hand at the same level?

He secretly gathered his strength, his tail swaying back and forth, waiting for the other party to come closer.

Without making him wait too long, as if sensing that Orsaga had noticed him, the creature, which had been approaching at a steady pace, gradually increased its speed.

Whoosh!

Crack!!

With the sound of something moving at high speed through the air, a massive, enchanted plant, several dozen meters tall, exploded at its midsection, splattering wood chips and sap.

A wooden spear, about 1.4 meters long, shot out with an unstoppable momentum, flying directly at Orsaga's chest, aiming to pin him to the ground.

Faced with such an attack, he did not try to block it but dodged to the side.

Blocking it would be a meaningless waste of energy, and he did not know if it was coated with poison.

Tap, tap, tap...

In the sound of footsteps like those of a warhorse, the figure of the other party emerged from the gray dust and fine mud rain raised by the fallen enchanted plant.

About the same height as Orsaga, it had a head like a reindeer but with the face of a middle-aged man, eyes filled with a desire to kill, saliva dripping from its mouth, and antlers adorned with various eyeballs, some still bleeding, indicating they were freshly harvested.

Its upper body was human-like, with two arms, while its lower body was like a warhorse. It carried several spears on its back, and its body was covered in strong, powerful muscles, leaving no doubt about its strength.

Sniffing the scent the other party emitted, Orsaga felt a sense of familiarity. After a flash of inherited memories, he smiled bloodthirstily, meeting the other party's gaze, and spoke in a hoarse demonic language.

"A mutated enchanted creature wanting to become a half-demon? It seems you not only possess higher intelligence but have also awakened some special inherited memories. I didn't expect to encounter such a rare find..."

This was the first time Orsaga had spoken to another being. Since his birth, he had not encountered any beings capable of communication. Even the little demons, though they had intelligence, were more like wild animals, lacking the value of communication.

The unknown enchanted creature before him was different.

Although its eyes were still filled with a desire to kill, they also possessed the intelligence of a sentient being. The aura of the "Conversion Ritual" emanating from it indicated that it had a high level of intelligence, otherwise, it would not have been able to use such a ritual.

"A mutated demon?"

Hearing Orsaga's words, the other party was also surprised, not expecting to encounter a demon capable of communication. Normally, only "Lower Demons" would communicate, as only after advancing to "Lower Demon" did demons reach the intelligence level of normal humans, capable of suppressing their wild instincts and transcending the realm of primitive beasts.

However, this discovery also brought him some joy, as he could clearly sense Orsaga's unusually pure bloodline, possibly even purer than that of a "Lower Demon."

It must be due to the mutation, making him an excellent prey for a sacrifice!

Sensing the hidden malice from the other party, Orsaga's smile grew wider. Just as he was a prime target in the other party's eyes, the enchanted creature before him was also a rare and excellent find in Orsaga's eyes.

The "Conversion Ritual" on its body was a type of magical ritual. In the Wailing Forest, where it was impossible to obtain external inheritance, it could only have come from its own bloodline memory.

After performing the ritual, it could transform the user's bloodline. Orsaga, with his powerful soul, could clearly sense the many essences of demonic power and refined bloodline within it.

It was something the other party had carefully stored to transform its bloodline, aiming to become a hybrid half-demon and advance to the "Lower Demon" level. For Orsaga, this was undoubtedly a mobile treasure trove!

Ordinary demons might be interested in the stored essence to purify their bloodlines, but not Orsaga. He had no interest in integrating such low-level bloodlines, as it would only pollute his own, offering no benefits.

His bloodline, enhanced by the system, was already ahead of demons of the same level.

So for Orsaga, the correct approach was to kill the other party, convert its flesh, soul, and the bloodline and power essence stored in the "Conversion Ritual" into evolution points.

With the other party's accumulation, the evolution points after conversion would be at least several times that of an ordinary "Little Demon." This was a good deal!

At this moment, both parties felt they had encountered good fortune.

As for both being intelligent beings and showing mercy?

There was no such possibility. What they most wanted to do was to drain every drop of blood and devour every bit of soul from the other. Peaceful coexistence under mutual suspicion was something that could only happen in dreams in the Abyss.

They exchanged smiles, feigning friendliness, and the other party made the first move.

Muscles bulging, veins almost bursting, the hard wooden spear was indented by his grip.

The moment the spear was thrown, Orsaga even heard the sonic boom from the object breaking the sound barrier.

Orsaga did not back down, immediately firing three nearly meter-long fire arrows.

Boom, boom!!

In less than a blink, they collided in mid-air. Two of the fire arrows exploded, turning into bombs that incinerated the spear, creating a rain of fire covering over ten meters.

The third fire arrow, unaffected, continued its flight, aiming straight for the target's head!

Faced with Orsaga's three consecutive fire arrows, the other party was greatly alarmed. He had never encountered a demon who could fire three fire arrows in an instant, only ever seeing them fired one after another.

With the fire arrow already at his face, he had no choice but to retract the spear he was about to throw.

He knew he couldn't dodge at this distance, so he covered himself with magic, tightly gripping the spear and thrusting it with all his might at the fire arrow.

The moment they connected, he felt the fire arrow trying to penetrate his magic, a characteristic of the fire arrow spell. Unlike fireballs, which explode on contact, fire arrows penetrate a certain distance before detonating, creating an armor-piercing effect.

Knowing this characteristic of the fire arrow, the other party, to avoid greater damage, had to forcibly release a magic shock to prematurely detonate the fire arrow, trying to withstand the explosion.

However, reality proved his thoughts were too simple. With a massive explosion, he felt a tremendous force surge from the other end of the spear, causing it to vibrate violently, almost making him lose his grip on his weapon despite his tight hold.

With his low level of education, he did not understand that this was due to the resonance caused by the violent shaking of the spear. If he had held it a bit higher, he could have significantly reduced the impact.

Before he could recover from the explosion, his vision went black, and his brain suddenly exploded in pain, making him feel as if his brain was being mashed. Blood uncontrollably flowed from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, even mixed with some white brain matter.