Chapter 12

Walking, walking, through the desolate wasteland, the succubus protagonist wandered aimlessly. The sky of the abyss was always a dim orange. By now, she had no idea how long she had been wandering in this wilderness.

Anyway, when she was tired, she would find a place to rest. When she woke up, she would get up and continue on her journey. The succubus protagonist felt that her life was aimless. Along the way, all she saw was desolation, desolation, and more desolation. She didn't even see the strange meat-eating flowers that she had encountered at the beginning.

The succubus protagonist found this very strange and also very unsettling—wasn't it said that the demons in the abyss were countless? Why, after walking for so long, had she not seen a single demon? Or had she taken the wrong path and ended up in some strange place?

As time passed, the succubus protagonist felt increasingly lonely and unbearable.

She now yearned more and more to have a good conversation with someone else, whether a human, a demon, a devil, or something else. Whether it was sitting down for a chat or drawing swords and claws to fight, anything would be better than this unbearable loneliness.

The succubus protagonist felt that if this continued, she would go mad. Perhaps a demon could endure such loneliness, but the succubus protagonist was just a human who had crossed over and taken on the form of a demon. Humans are social animals, and social animals need to interact with their peers. This is absolutely unavoidable.

To combat this loneliness, the succubus protagonist, in addition to walking, began to consciously find things to do. She slightly enhanced her combat skills, practicing swordsmanship, claw techniques, and whip techniques—using her tail.

As for eating and drinking, the succubus protagonist had obtained a lot of supplies from previous battles, so she didn't have to worry about it for now. Moreover, the abyss continuously and slowly infused abyssal power into every demon, gradually increasing their strength.

Theoretically, as long as a demon lived long enough, they could level up by automatically absorbing abyssal power, even without participating in battles. However, in the vast multiverse, the succubus protagonist had never seen a demon who cultivated in such a way.

In addition to combat skills, the succubus protagonist also tried to communicate with the magic network and learn magic. Generally, learning magic required studying various magic books, copying the spells, and then integrating them based on one's own magical skills.

In the abyss, it was rare for mages to give lectures and take on apprentices. Although many of the demons in the abyss had some spell-like abilities, few were truly proficient in magic.

If the succubus protagonist wanted to learn magic through normal channels, it would be impossible.

Fortunately, she had a powerful advantage. She had gained two levels of spellcasting out of nowhere. Then, on the battlefield, she looted corpses, finding magic books and scrolls. While there weren't many high-level items above level 5, there were plenty of mid-to-low-level spells from levels 1 to 4. However, she could only learn level 1 spells—though that was actually enough.

Thus, the following time was spent practicing, practicing, and practicing. She ran five kilometers every day, did sit-ups, push-ups, and squats, swung her sword, claws, and tail, did aerobics and the eighth set of radio calisthenics, the Five Animal Exercises, the Ten Sections of Brocade, and Tai Chi...

The succubus protagonist felt that her strength had made significant progress, her body coordination had improved greatly, and her reaction speed had increased. She no longer cut her hand by catching the sharp edge of a dagger she had thrown into the air. She no longer got her fingers cut by using both hands and her tail to attack, causing chaos and injuring herself.

She could throw knives and stones without them bouncing back and injuring her knees or buttocks. She no longer tripped over her own tail, scraping her knees and almost breaking her buttocks.

Here, one might wonder why the injuries were always to the knees and buttocks.

This question is actually easy to answer.

The succubus protagonist wore fingerless gloves to prevent weapons from slipping, and she wore leather boots to protect her shins. Her thighs were within the range of her skirt armor. The exposed parts were her knees and buttocks, which were the most frequently injured.

Thus, the succubus protagonist completed basic tactical and balance training and memorized a bunch of commonly used and practical level 1 spells. There wasn't much more she could improve in the short term. However, she still hadn't left this wasteland. This was simply frustrating.

Tired, tired, tired, tired. Demons are always impatient creatures. After her strength had improved enough, the succubus protagonist began to feel restless. The concept of "I need to train every day to keep my skills at their best" was completely foreign to her.

Routine basic training, the succubus protagonist found boring after two days. She thought:

"I don't have anything pressing to do, so why do I need to urgently improve my strength? Anyway, I'll get stronger automatically by fighting more demons and leveling up. Why make it so complicated?"

Thus, the succubus protagonist became bored again. Bored, bored, bored, bored, she once again fell into a state of emptiness, loneliness, and coldness. Her eyes were lifeless as she moved forward step by step, aimlessly. She even forgot about the initial need to buy clothes to cover herself.

She had already adapted to the cool breeze on her buttocks and began to think that exposing her private parts during battles was no big deal.

The succubus protagonist's sense of propriety had clearly declined, and her alignment had become increasingly chaotic. It was unclear whether this was good or bad...

The succubus protagonist was too weak—not physically, but mentally. She was so weak that she didn't even notice that the scenery around her had changed.

The sky was still the same, but the ground was different. Under her feet, a path had appeared, worn down by the many demons who had walked it. On both sides of the path were various kinds of abyssal plants, trees, and shrubs that looked menacing. Their colors were dark red and orange, and it was clear that they were not edible.

The presence of a path meant that demons had passed through. If demons had passed through, it meant there were cities and settlements, and if there were cities and settlements, it meant there were merchants, and if there were merchants, it meant...

It meant there were bandits.

At this moment, the succubus protagonist was hunched over, her eyes rolled back, and her gaze was vacant. She looked like she was about to collapse at any moment. She kept muttering, "I'm about to die, who can give me a quick end..." She looked like an easy target. A few demons hiding in the bushes immediately perked up—damn, after waiting for so long, this business was finally open!

By this time, the succubus protagonist was no longer shy... or perhaps she hadn't realized that there were demons here, so her wings, which were supposed to cover her body, were drooping, exposing her belt, sword, dagger, throwing knives, and five dimensional bags.

A lone succubus passing by was like a blue-chip stock, easy to invest in. The nearby city's brothels had an endless demand for succubi—male or female, it didn't matter. Demons usually didn't care—cute boys were even better!

Moreover, the succubus protagonist had plenty of goods on her belt. Five dimensional bags! Who was this fat sheep? How could they be so naive?

"Hey, hey, look at that," Bandit Demon No. 1 nudged his companion, who was still dazed. The companion pushed him back in retaliation and nodded.

"I see it, a rare fat sheep. They look like they have a lot of valuable things."

Bandit Demon No. 1 added, "Even if those dimensional bags are empty, just selling the bags, the sword, and the dagger would be profitable. And the succubus herself could fetch a good price. Look at those hips, that butt, that face... tsk tsk tsk, it makes a demon want to touch."

Bandit Demon No. 2 immediately reminded him, "Hey, hey, hey, look closely, that's a male!"

"I see it!" Bandit Demon No. 1 whispered, "So what? There are demons who like males. You don't know that a new place in the city provides males, and they sell for more than regular brothels."

Bandit Demon No. 3 licked his lips and approached, "Hehe, boss, can we have some fun with this fat sheep before selling it?"

Bandit Demon No. 2 hit him on the head, "I said it's a male."

"Male is better, male is even better, it's more exciting," No. 3 continued to lick his lips and grin.

"… Damn, stay away from me," No. 2 immediately distanced himself from No. 3.

"Alright, stop this nonsense! Go, go, go, as usual, I get to go first when we catch the fat sheep," No. 1 said with a stern face, revealing his true nature.

At this moment, No. 2 realized he was the only normal demon in this bandit group...

Or in the abyss, he was the most abnormal demon?

While No. 2 was pondering this philosophical question, No. 1 and No. 3 had already jumped out. At the same time, they summoned dozens of lesser demons, imps, and quasits to charge out, surrounding the succubus protagonist, all with sinister grins.

"..." It was only then that the succubus protagonist realized what was happening. She was initially stunned, but then she laughed, a hundred times more joyfully than the bandits.

After wandering in the wilderness for an unknown amount of time, the succubus protagonist shouted with an excited, strained voice:

"It's been so long, finally, I've encountered a living being!!!"

And then the battle began.

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