Chapter 16

Still in that desolate wilderness. The teleportation spell automatically transported the main character, the succubus, to this place where she had lived the longest in the abyss.

For her own safety, the succubus identified the direction and then walked away from the path, which was also away from that ** gentleman—however, she soon changed her mind.

"I can't hide in this godforsaken place forever. And that ** seems to be quite influential. When I talked to him, I revealed that I came from this wilderness... which means that guy might send demons to search for me here! It's not safe to stay here!"

After making this judgment, the next question arose. If this place is not safe, where is safe?

"The most dangerous place is the safest place!" The succubus recalled this saying, turned around, and walked back toward the path.

Limping, the succubus walked with a limp.

This wasn't because she had been injured by that guy named Syd, who was actually a Balor. Instead, during her escape, the succubus had fallen and twisted her ankle, which was quite tragic.

This was the most serious injury the succubus had sustained in a long time.

And she naturally blamed it on that ** named Syd.

"Damn, damn, damn. That **. One day, I'll cut off his dog head and use it as a chamber pot!" The succubus thought fiercely. But she soon felt something was off.

Thinking of that ** gentleman's big head, drooling and licking his lips, saying things like, "Shoot me in the face!" made the succubus shudder. She thought:

"This isn't revenge at all. For that **, it might even be enjoyable. Instead, I find it terrifying. If it happens too many times, I might end up with impotence, which would be a loss."

Thinking this, the succubus dropped the idea. After that, she only thought about things like breaking his bones or flaying his skin.

It's not surprising that the succubus was so angry. She had lost a lot this time. Her +1 longsword was twisted out of shape by the other party, and the blade was flattened.

While someone once said, "Who says you can't stab someone without a blade?" the effort required is different. The basic moves of a longsword—slash, chop, thrust, and stab—lose half their effectiveness without a blade. It's uncertain when it can be repaired.

Another major loss was the fireball wand. She had thrown it on the ground to scratch the ** gentleman's face and left it there in her hasty escape.

Thinking about this, the succubus felt heartache. A fifty-shot fireball wand! What a great item. It could rank in the top three of the magical items she could use. How regrettable to lose it to such a **!

However, despite her losses, she did gain something.

First, she gained insight. She understood that there are always greater demons and higher heavens. Don't think that just because you have a golden leg to stand on, you are invincible. Her current biological level is seven, and her job level is two. Killing some trash is fine, but encountering a real tough guy like the ** gentleman leaves her at a loss.

This failure was a good reminder to the succubus. It taught her not to be so arrogant in the future and to be more low-key—no, that's not right.

The succubus realized her thinking was flawed—this time, it wasn't about being low-key or not. The ** gentleman had actively sought her out! Being low-key, low-key, low-key, what a joke! Should she obediently go back with him to be a "bitch" slave, is that the right thing to do?

"Truly, when you're sitting at home, trouble comes from the sky. Why is it so hard to be a good demon these days?" The succubus sighed, then casually pulled out a mirror from her dimensional bag, opened it, and looked at herself, her face flushed:

"Ah, could it be that someone as naturally beautiful as me, who can't help but be the center of attention wherever I go, can't enjoy a good demon life? Handsome men have short lives... why is my fate so bitter?"

Thinking this, the succubus made up her mind, stretched out her left hand with the adamantine claw, and reached for her face—yes, disfigure herself. If she disfigured herself, she wouldn't be targeted by those ** gentlemen. As she thought this, she applied a little force... but the pain was unbearable.

"…Forget it, I'll take it one step at a time." The succubus instantly gave up on the idea of self-disfigurement.

Then she continued to limp forward.

Another gain for the succubus was the important information that "the tail is a weakness."

This was almost like gaining an extra life! If it weren't for the fact that the information came from a ** gentleman, the succubus would almost have thanked him!

Imagine if the succubus, without this information, had swung her tail in battle and been caught—she would have instantly become as weak as a Saiyan, been defeated, captured, and sold to a brothel, and the story would have ended. How could that be allowed?!

"So, I need to find a way to strengthen this tail. Hmm... that ** said that a sensitive tail is a sign of a novice. Does that mean experienced succubi don't have this weakness? Have they been trained to be less sensitive, or is there another method?"

The succubus thought as she limped along. Before she knew it, she had returned to the path where the battle had taken place.

Because she was so focused on her thoughts, she ignored many things. For example, she had seen someone vaguely beside her but didn't pay much attention. It wasn't until the person shouted, "What the hell!" that the succubus turned her head and looked at the equally surprised ** gentleman.

"What the hell, why haven't you left?!"