Chapter 20 of 100
Chapter 20
14 min read3,621 words
The protagonist succubus thus began her life in Narathiel. Speaking of life, it seemed she should first find a job. Although the protagonist succubus had a substantial family fortune, sitting on it would eventually deplete it.
"So... what can I do?" The protagonist succubus lay on the bed, feet up, pondering:
"Business... forget it, I feel like I'd be swindled by those Yorgros merchants. So, an employee? Who knows if there are any companies or offices in the Abyss? Probably not... for labor, there are low-level undead. For technical work, I could give it a try. After all, I have two levels as a spellcaster, right?
But it's said that concocting potions, making magic scrolls, and crafting magic items all consume life force... sounds terrifying. What else... blacksmith? Tailor? Gardener? Alchemist?"
The protagonist succubus thought for a long time, and her gaze finally fell on her sword, the one whose blade had been twisted off by that perverted gentleman.
"Indeed, I have to make a living by the sword. So... adventurer? Gang member? Are there any guard or bodyguard recruitment here... it feels like such jobs are just cannon fodder. Is there no job that can earn big money, doesn't require much thought, and is easy to do?"
With such thoughts of easy money, the protagonist succubus slowly drifted into sleep. Thus, she rested for a day, did nothing for a day, stared blankly for a day, felt she couldn't continue like this, and resolved to pull herself together for a day, rested for a day, did nothing for a day, and stared blankly for a day...
Meanwhile, on a small road not far from Narathiel, Sid, the perverted gentleman and Balor, slowly stood up, stretching his numb legs. He looked around at the innocent passersby who had been killed. Then, he grabbed a tree trunk and slammed his head against it:
"They didn't come! They didn't come! I waited for a damn week, and they still didn't come!"
Thus, the disheartened perverted gentleman dejectedly returned to Narathiel. On the way home, he suddenly remembered something. He turned a corner and quickly entered a small alley—the same Delmont's杂货铺 that the protagonist succubus had visited a week ago.
Just like before, when the protagonist succubus met him, the Yorgros merchant smiled and welcomed the perverted gentleman: "So, customer, what service can I provide for you?"
"Last time I mentioned to you—have you prepared that thing?" the perverted gentleman asked straightforwardly.
"Didn't we agree to deliver it in three months?" the Yorgros merchant asked, slightly surprised.
"But I changed my mind!" the perverted gentleman shouted at the Yorgros merchant: "I want it now!"
"That's a bit difficult for me," the Yorgros merchant said, spreading his hands with a bitter smile. "Or, I can introduce you to some other goods? I assure you, my goods are—"
"—Don't waste my time! Do you think I'm one of those stinky, dirty demons who would accept a two-cent brothel?" the perverted gentleman slammed the table and shouted: "A young Aetherian girl! A newborn, not yet grown! We agreed, and I want her now!!!"
"Alright, alright, calm down, my friend. What's troubling you? Maybe I can help," the Yorgros merchant consoled the perverted gentleman.
"How can you help? You can't even get me an angel girl!" the perverted gentleman continued to complain.
"No angel girl, but you don't necessarily need an angel girl, right?" the Yorgros merchant continued to smile and诱导 the perverted gentleman.
"..." After a moment of thought, the perverted gentleman decided to tell the truth to this merchant: "A succubus. A special, unique succubus. I'm sure he is the most special one in the entire Abyss! I'm also sure he just advanced and arrived in this city."
"A special, unique succubus... I think I have a vague memory, but I'm not sure... there was indeed a newbie, but I can't remember clearly." The Yorgros merchant pretended to think for a moment. In reality, his memory was excellent, and he wouldn't forget something from just a week ago.
The perverted gentleman narrowed his eyes, then unfastened his dimensional bag and handed over a handful of soul prisms.
"Oh, yes, I remember now," Delmont smiled, took the money, put it in his pocket, and said to the perverted gentleman: "It was a week ago..."
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The fireplace was warm, and the bed was warm. Feeling lazy, the protagonist succubus felt she couldn't continue like this and resolved to pull herself together. Thus, the day began.
"Anyway, I'll just wander around the streets; maybe something will come up..." The protagonist succubus thought, yawning as she walked out: "Besides, I've been stuck at level 2 Arcane Blade for a few days... maybe I should leave the city, fight some monsters, and level up?"
Just before leaving, he suddenly felt something was off—after discovering he was a male succubus, the innkeeper had been harassing him. She would take any opportunity to open the door when he was changing or bathing, even offering money to have him... but this time, nothing. Not at all.
The protagonist succubus felt very strange as he went out—then he sensed something was wrong. This wasn't just off; it was—
"Damn it!" The protagonist succubus looked at the empty street and cursed, then turned to run back to the inn. He heard a "bang." The innkeeper immediately shut the door.
"Bitch!" The protagonist succubus cursed, then turned and ran towards the city gate. At the same time, large numbers of mid- and high-level demons and other monsters, such as Yorgros mercenaries, tieflings with hellhounds, abyssal minotaurs, hyenas, abyssal trolls, and war lizards, chased after him.
"Damn it, I have no grudge with you, why are you chasing me?!" The protagonist succubus shouted as he ran.
"Sir Sid has offered a thousand soul prisms for you! Lady, just submit to him!" a demon shouted from behind.
"Submit to you, my ass!" The protagonist succubus shouted as he ran—then he saw two groups of demons blocking his path. He gritted his teeth, shouted "I'm going all out!" and continued to run forward. He drew his sword and pulled out a scroll from his dimensional bag on his left waist—then another.
The protagonist succubus tore the two scrolls with his left hand's adamantine claw and threw them back. Behind him, a directional windstorm with hail and several black, oily, writhing tentacles rose from the ground.
Ice Storm and Black Tentacles. The protagonist succubus cast two 4th-level spells in one breath. The magical hail and tentacles blocked the narrow street.
He heard a chorus of "Oh shit!" behind him. The Black Tentacles were quite lethal, ranking among the better 4th-level spells. They could also paralyze, slowing down the enemies. Combined with the Ice Storm, they were a perfect match.
Many of those paralyzed and unable to escape the Ice Storm were killed by the hail—mainly the hyenas, war lizards, tieflings, and low-level demons. A few unlucky mid-level demons also met their end. According to game data, they had low HP and weren't tough enough to survive two 4th-level spells.
As for the other mid- and high-level demons, abyssal minotaurs, abyssal trolls, and Yorgros mercenaries, they were tough and wouldn't die easily. However, being hit by hail and paralyzed by the Black Tentacles still made their progress difficult. They were getting further and further from the thousand soul prisms.
Leaving the pursuers aside, the protagonist succubus still had to deal with the ambush. To break through, he targeted the weaker enemies and cast Fireball after Fireball—yes, he no longer had a Fireball staff, but he had plenty of Fireball necklaces, rings, earrings, and nose rings.
A round of Fireballs sent many of the weaker enemies flying. Following the strategy of picking on the weak, he charged at a confused Flayer Demon.
He had been casting spells all along but, with the Combat Casting feat, his speed hadn't slowed. With the momentum and his weight, he thrust his sword into the Flayer Demon's neck and slashed with his claw. The Flayer Demon fell, clutching his throat.
Just then, a Succubus's large pincers clamped towards the protagonist succubus. Seeing no way to dodge, he activated the Mage Armor on his leather armor, preparing to take the hit. But he heard a "clank!" A Yorgros commander blocked the pincers with his sword:
"Sir Sid wants him alive! Don't kill him!"
"Thank goodness... should I thank that perverted gentleman?" The protagonist succubus sighed in relief, then cleaved the head of a tiefling who was trying to take advantage of the situation—danger was not over!
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