Chapter 17

Ultimately, after a series of entanglements and battles of wits, the protagonist succubus managed to escape the clutches of the perverted gentleman—albeit at the cost of another teleportation scroll.

After this incident, the perverted gentleman stood in place, spun around twice, and then, with his left hand flat and his right hand tapping it, he exclaimed as if he had just had a revelation: "I get it!"

Then he sat cross-legged in the middle of the path, waiting for the protagonist succubus to fall into his trap for the third time.

Meanwhile, the protagonist succubus entered Narathiel—the same Narathiel where the perverted gentleman had claimed to have "a bit of business."

Upon using the teleportation spell to enter Narathiel, the protagonist succubus attracted a fair amount of attention. Sensing the situation was not good, he immediately lowered his head, covered his body with his wings, and walked away as quickly as possible.

After walking briskly down a street, the protagonist succubus lifted his head again. He pretended nothing was wrong and blended into the flow of demons, looking around.

His curious glances quickly drew a lot of disdain. It was as if people were saying, "Look at that clueless yokel's misfortune."

"Tch, in my past life, I saw plenty of places like Shanghai, Tokyo, New York, and Paris. They are far superior to Narathiel. I could strut around them without a care in the world..." The protagonist succubus, seeing others look down on him, also looked down on the other demons. However, he stopped looking around so much after that. There was nothing much to see anyway.

As a species with intelligence, demons are clearly not very competent.

In the world of demons, destruction is far more common than construction. Lesser demons are careless and irresponsible, while greater demons are always plotting to launch another expedition into the Material Plane, a blood war against devils, or a beating for a demon lord they dislike.

They wage war far more often than they manage their territories.

Therefore, although the Infinite Abyss has sufficient manpower and resources, its level of civilization is much lower than that of other parts of the Toril universe.

Whether it's the Nine Hells of Baator, the Material Plane, or the Seven Heavens of Mount Celestia, these places are far more prosperous than the Abyss.

Thus, in the Abyss, the number and quality of settlements that serve as centers of industry, commerce, art, and culture—cities—are naturally not very good.

Demons do not put their hearts into building cities, and other species living in the Abyss do not dare to build their own cities or fortresses—such actions would invite disaster.

Demons might not care too much about these yokels wandering around the Abyss or setting up a few shacks for their own pleasure. However, building cities or fortresses would definitely anger them.

Following that, these overconfident yokels and their cities would inevitably be destroyed in wave after wave of demon attacks.

However, there are always exceptions.

A few species that understand the nature of demons, or are powerful enough, or have backing, or for other reasons, as well as the most outstanding demons, can always find a way to bring a bit of order to the chaos.

Six-Fingered Blackie, the Dark Prince Graz'zt, a very powerful demon lord, has woven together three layers of the Abyss to form a super-massive city cluster called Azgrath.

It is the largest city cluster in the Abyss, with the largest market, countless entertainment venues, and the most magnificent palaces. Here, you can find almost every race, every commodity, and countless pleasures from the Toril universe, enough to drain the last coin from the pocket of the richest yokel.

Any demon, human, or other being who enters this super-massive city cluster would exclaim, "Damn, this pervert is a real talent."

Of course, the city called Narathiel is far from matching the scale of Azgrath, which spans three planes.

Even compared to ordinary cities, Narathiel is much smaller and less populated. The market is bleak, with few goods circulating. Most buildings are single-story houses, and only a few shops on the street have two stories.

The streets are dirty, with various sewage flowing, and the walls are damp, as if covered in grease or mucus. The protagonist succubus found it disgusting just to walk through this damn city.

At the docks facing the River Styx, the doors of a few warehouses were rotten and decayed, emitting a musty smell as if they had not been opened since the birth of the Toril universe.

In the dock area, the low-intelligence undead skeletons, who should have been dock workers, were idle because there was nothing to do. They stood there stupidly, like statues, staring blankly at the River Styx.

However, regardless of its state of decay and corruption, Narathiel is still a city. In the Abyss, the appearance of a city representing "order" is itself a miracle.

The protagonist succubus walked carefully through the streets and alleys of Narathiel, secretly listening to the conversations of the residents and observing the city's structure and layout. While gathering intelligence, he was also looking for places that could help him.

He was looking for a ready-made clothing store, or at least a shop selling weapons and equipment. However, the final result was disappointing. It seemed that this place was too barren, or perhaps the protagonist succubus's method of gathering intelligence was wrong. In any case, he heard and saw nothing about ready-made clothing stores, clothing stores, or weapon and equipment shops.

There were very few shops on the streets of Narathiel. More common were small vendors selling trinkets. These vendors had heads of hyenas or insect-like heads. The protagonist succubus knew that these creatures were the infamous Yugoloths of the multiverse.

As he passed by these small stalls, the protagonist succubus forced himself to keep his eyes straight, passing by as quickly as possible without speaking or even glancing. He knew that if he showed the slightest interest in buying something, those unscrupulous merchants would pounce on him with ten times the effort, and he would have to spend twenty times the energy to get away.

Clearly, these small stalls did not have the clothes the protagonist succubus wanted.

"Am I doomed to wear this embarrassing outfit for the rest of my life?!" The protagonist succubus felt very frustrated.

He looked around and noticed that most other demons were not wearing clothes. Some were naked, some wore armor, and some succubi, like him, used their wings to cover their bodies, though it was unclear if they were wearing anything underneath...

Well, some were wearing something, and some were not. When the protagonist succubus slightly curiously observed a few of his kind standing by the roadside, posing provocatively, they would laugh and spread their wings, showing him their naked bodies or bodies that were worse off for being covered.

Have I mentioned?

I have mentioned, haven't I? Besides the Yugoloth vendors, the most common places on the street were these seedy entertainment venues.

As a principled demon, the protagonist succubus felt ashamed and unwilling to associate with these unprincipled kin:

"Damn it! How many times do I have to say it? I'm not like you, I'm not here to sell myself! I'm not here to buy either. And I don't want to join your 'Heaven on Earth'! Get lost, or I won't be nice to you!"

The protagonist succubus had said similar things countless times as he walked. However, many succubi still rushed at him, trying to drag him into the buildings emitting a "beep" aura behind them.

Especially when his wings were pulled apart, revealing his large statue, the succubi became even more enthusiastic, almost wanting to pin him down on the street and have their way with him.

Heaven help him, out of a hundred female succubi, there might not be one male succubus. Spending all day with these dog-like, oddly shaped demons would make any demon feel annoyed.

Therefore, many succubi engage in sexual activities. Due to frequent sexual encounters, some become frigid, though this is not common. The most exciting thing for them is either luring mortals from the Material Plane, which is usually difficult, or having sex with male succubi.

As mentioned earlier, while male succubi are not rare, they are not common either. Encountering a wild male succubus like the protagonist was a rare opportunity, and they would naturally pounce on him. If not for the protagonist's sharp claws, fangs, and tail, he might have been dragged into an alley and gang-raped.

Thus, the protagonist succubus barely escaped the clutches of these lowbrow kin. Some might think he was wasting resources, but this was not the case. Besides the fact that these seedy buildings, with their pink lights, were traps that would devour demons, the protagonist succubus simply did not find these succubi attractive.

Their quality and character were too poor. Yes, these succubi were all beautiful, but if beauty alone was enough, the protagonist succubus could just look in a mirror and masturbate. Why would he need them?

Then he realized he was lost again.

At some point, while running, he had ended up in a narrow, quiet alley—just the kind of place where harem anime scenes often take place.