Chapter 10

Everything began the moment he obtained [Power].

Ever since Dalek Vanstra obtained the Power of Domination, this pressure had weighed heavily upon his shoulders.

It must have been during the process of obtaining and abusing this power that his heart rotted away unknowingly, becoming addicted to sexual desire and gratification, even using hypnosis without hesitation just to break his record for insemination.

It was that demon who started it all.

"Hey, how can you blame me for this?"

The demon had arrived.

The riverbank, empty a second ago, now suddenly had a Mysterious Little Girl.

This was not because of speed, nor did she sneak over when no one was looking.

She was simply walking between the frames of the world.

Simple and easy to understand.

"To call me a demon, how shameless."

Arrogant and cold, Samael, dressed in a black Gothic Lolita dress, wore a smile—a smile like a shark catching the scent of blood.

It was as if she wanted to plunge the loser before her into absolute despair.

"Dalek Vanstra, did I ask you for any price? No."

"Did I sign any contract with you? Also no."

She called out the professor's name with a voice of death.

The pronunciation of every word sounded like a warning.

The sensation of his heart being gripped by a cold hand made the professor's teeth chatter involuntarily.

"I just saw that you picked up my things and generously allowed you to use them as you pleased.

As a result, you used the power to satisfy your sexual desire—well, that's nothing, humans are always like this after obtaining power.

In ancient times, a wise emperor wished for a palace of flesh and jade, and a great sage wished to marry his own sister.

I have long been accustomed to it."

Samael's tone was like that of someone witnessing a friend getting caught in a police raid, saying with a tone of regret,

"But you played yourself into a mental breakdown and impotence, and then made a huge scene to treat it, and now you're actually blaming me.

That's not right, is it?"

Hearing this, the professor opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't speak, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Although Qi Xing and Elaine had their suspicions, Professor Vanstra actually wasn't castrated, nor was he physically unable to get an erection; to put it bluntly, it was purely a psychological problem.

Why would a hypnosis middle-aged pervert, a super-vicious psychic criminal who hypnotized hundreds or thousands of people and directly harmed or assaulted dozens, have a psychological problem and be unable to get an erection?

Perhaps it was because he wasn't enough of a hypnosis middle-aged pervert.

Because of this, Samael looked at the professor's miserable expression and shook her head:

"Trash is trash after all; it is hard to change one's nature.

Obtaining great power without the corresponding character means you will always be a piece of trash."

Trash.

He was indeed once trash.

Four years ago, Dalek Vanstra was still just a mediocre assistant professor.

Although he worked at the University of Rome's Center for Parapsychology.

Although from the outside, the difference between a professor and an assistant professor at the University of Rome seemed to be just two levels.

But in reality, the gap between a professor and an assistant professor was absurdly large.

At the time, the 43-year-old Professor Vanstra had no connections, no network, no significant achievements, and his hypnosis skills were about the same as the illegal hypnosis apps circulating online. He likely would never have had a chance to be promoted before retirement, destined to be a permanent assistant professor and stuck doing menial tasks for his superiors until he retired.

Perhaps by chance, he found an ancient artifact in a second-hand market in Rome and obtained the great power of the eternal demon god Samael—the absolute Power of Domination!

Women, wealth, power, status, achievements—he had obtained them all.

Why would such a person, on the contrary, suffer from psychological impotence?

Perhaps it was because he wasn't enough of a hypnosis middle-aged pervert.

It could also be because, in such a dark and bastardly world.

Even if you are enough of a hypnosis middle-aged pervert, you will still be hurt.

Even if you possess infinite hypnotic power, can make anyone fall in love with you, and can obtain women, wealth, power, status, and a sense of achievement, you are not necessarily guaranteed happiness, nor are you necessarily exempt from all pain.

"Character…"

So even though he had been completely defeated, regarding this issue alone, the professor wailed unwillingly, tears spilling from his eyes again,

"What character? The character of a demon?"

"I wanted women, but I didn't want to hypnotize all the female students in the school to have an orgy and then let them go home, only for dozens of them to die on the road the next day!"

"I didn't want a young girl who should have rushed home to take care of her critically ill mother to stay up all night making love with me because of hypnosis, only to return home the next day and find her mother had died in the bathroom.

I certainly didn't want such a young girl to commit suicide in front of me while telling me—it's not my fault!"

"I didn't want to hypnotize a friend until she was broken, then casually ask her who she loved most, only for her to say it was always me!"

"I am not a demon! I just… I just wanted someone who truly loved me…"

Saying this, Vanstra finally couldn't bear it anymore, unable to endure the breakdown surging in his heart, he covered his face and wept bitterly.

To this, Samael just curled her lips with a bored expression.

The power to dominate minds is convenient and absolutely powerful—but power cannot solve all problems.

Perhaps you hypnotized the entire school to [ █ █ █ ] together.

However, because the hypnosis command was set too simply, even students with serious illnesses and congenital heart disease came over to join the revelry.

Even students who shouldn't have gone home and were boarding away from home walked hundreds of kilometers after school, trying to return to their homes in other places.

Merely because of your hypnosis command: [Alright, school is over, everyone go home].

Perhaps you hypnotized a good girl, making this good girl truly give all her heart to love you…

But after the pleasure, gradually, gradually, you became more greedy, hoping her love was not because of hypnosis, but because of sincerity.

But for a heart already twisted and changed by hypnosis, how exactly do you make it "sincere" again?

Perhaps, you hypnotized your childhood white moonlight, and after [ █ ]-ing until you were bored, you casually asked who she missed the most, wanting to [ █ █ ] [ █ ] in front of him.

However, when she took out the photo she cherished, you discovered that the photo was of yourself as a child.

Even if you quickly re-hypnotized her to [Forget it all, forget it all], how can you get back what has already been lost and destroyed by your own hands?

Is the love obtained through hypnosis the love you wanted?

Is the love others understand the same as the love you pursue?

How do I know that you did everything I wanted you to do to me because you love me, and not because of my power?!

Although it is said that everything in this world can be solved with absolute power, human relationships are the only exception that cannot be fully applied.

In the end, the most difficult problem to solve is always the self-contradiction that arises after you get stuck in a dead end.

So Vanstra broke down and became impotent.

Thus, he gave up everything, wanting one last erection, using a large-scale resurrection ritual to cure his impotence—but the result was also a miserable failure.

If he were truly a perfect villain, a spherical hypnosis middle-aged pervert in a vacuum, without any remorse or pain for his actions, then perhaps it would be possible to not care at all and live happily forever.

However, he was not.

Therefore, Samael was very dismissive of the professor's sentimentality:

"How miserable.

Why don't you just hypnotize yourself?

Hypnotize yourself, and you can make yourself happy every single day, make your manhood stand tall again; how simple is that?"

The rest of the professor's words were instantly choked back, leaving him speechless.

Because he didn't dare.

Having already witnessed with his own eyes how out of control hypnotic power can get, and knowing that misusing power can backfire on oneself, how could the professor dare to hypnotize himself?

He was, after all, just a piece-of-trash hypnosis middle-aged pervert, knocked to the ground by fate, and that was all.

"For two thousand years, many people have obtained fragments of my power due to fortuitous encounters, becoming kings and overlords for a time.

But their character could not match their great power, and they all ended up with miserable endings.

Some at least lived to old age; others collapsed quickly.

As for you…"

Samael's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile again,

"The culprit who created such a cruise ship of tragedy actually has the face to say you are just someone who wants to be truly loved?

Dalek Vanstra, I tell you the truth—I am not a demon.

But you, you are better at making me laugh than a demon."

She commented in a tone as if discussing the weather.

And to this, the professor, at this point, truly couldn't say a single word of rebuttal.

His expression now was as if he had woken up from a nightmare, only to turn and look out the window, discovering that above his head was a black sky and a dazzling black sun.

Does the sun exploit humans? Does it bargain, negotiate terms, or worry about business contracts with humans?

The answer is NO. Therefore, the black sun merely enjoys watching how humans abuse power and savors the farcical plays they put on.

That said, even though his heart was dead and he had long given up on treating his impotence deep down, Professor Van Straaten still couldn't bring himself to willingly close his eyes and wait for death…

"Samael, commander of the dark angels, angels of sin, angels of death, and angels of destruction, Sovereign of the Highest Heaven, Adversary of God, and King of the Blind Angels. I return a fragment of your power to you."

He took the artifact fragment from his pocket, held it high above his head, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed frantically.

"Please defeat Master Leipu and the two little girls beside him! Do not let me die at their hands! Let me live!"

This artifact fragment, which possessed a tiny sliver of the power of the eternal Samael, was actually just a small ancient coin, a tiny ancient Rome denarius silver coin.

Watching the professor kneeling on the ground, kowtowing frantically, and obediently returning her power fragment, Samael's smile remained unchanged as she tilted her head: "No."

"Ah… Ah?!"

"Since when did you have the qualifications to bargain with me?"

A cat-like smile appeared at the corners of Samael's mouth.

"Master Leipu—I think that young man is quite cute. Stronger than you, smarter than you, and has a better temperament than you. He can think calmly, accept advice humbly, and is decisive when he needs to be. Why would I help a piece of trash like you beat him? I'd rather take him in and use him for myself—"

These words were too blunt and too reasonable; the professor was momentarily speechless. Fortunately, he still had a few brain cells left and immediately changed his conditions: "Then—just don't let me die at their hands! I don't care what happens to them, just let me live!"

"Deal."

Samael's golden eyes, with pupils slit like a dragon's, narrowed adorably.

In the next instant, she extended her hand like lightning and poked the top of Van Straaten's head with a finger.

In an instant, the professor felt his soul being torn apart. He widened his eyes in agony as hallucinations of drowning appeared before him. He collapsed onto the sandy ground, struggling to breathe, and lifted his head to beg the Demon King to spare his life.

"We agreed—let me live—"

His desperate gaze met the Demon King's. But Samael just stood there, looking down at him coldly.

"Since when did you have the qualifications to bargain with me?"

"However, I am a generous god, so I will let you live—forever."

As soon as the words fell, Daric Van Straaten had turned into snow-white salt. A human-shaped statue made of rock salt, half-kneeling and half-collapsed on the spot, moved no more.

She had tasted this familiar ending too many times, so many that it no longer held any novelty.

How many mortals had ended up in this wretched state because of various desires and motives, and what had all of this ultimately produced? Nothing but more variations of the same thing. Hundreds of millions of desires induced a richer variety of reasons, but they all ended with the same result in the end.

Samael gave a cute yawn and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the sand in this desert rose naturally, transforming into a glorious and magnificent temple with a deep red throne.

She placed her noble little bottom onto the throne. Then, she smiled slightly, beginning to wait, beginning to anticipate.

Would the final act of today's play bring her some surprises?

Perhaps, perhaps Master Leipu might even bring her some shocks.

014: Your Wish

Five minutes later, Qi Xing, Sister Elaine, and Magical Girl Artemina successfully entered the deepest layer of the Inner Realm together.

The door to the deepest layer was opened by Artemina.

"Huh? You can open portals?!"

At first, even Qi Xing was very surprised by this.

"This is my unique magic."

Although Artemina smiled subtly, seeing her dog ears twitching, one could tell she was actually quite proud.

"I can use the Moonlight Arrow to open doors on walls; it can be used for teleportation or to pass through barriers."

After finishing, she demonstrated it once. First, she shot a light arrow at the ground beside her feet, which turned into a yellow portal, an oval ring about two meters high and over a meter wide; then she shot another arrow five hundred meters away, which turned into a silver-blue portal of the same size and shape. Both sides could be entered and exited freely.

Qi Xing was dumbfounded at first, only reacting after a few seconds, and immediately asked: "Is there a distance limit?"

"I haven't tested it," Artemina answered innocently, "but it should work anywhere I can see and hit."

This unique magic is terrifying!

Magical Girls are not standard, traditional mages. They generally sign contracts with mythical beings like fairies, Giant Spirits, or deities, are granted power, and can use certain types of magic. However, they are magical warriors who lack spell diversity.

Therefore, all Magical Girls receive exclusive weapons, combat uniforms, and the most common spells like body enhancement, energy shields, and mana bullets, and then are granted one or two unique spells based on their personal talent, personality, and the specific patron they contracted with. Unlike traditional mages who bury themselves in books, Magical Girls refine these few spells as tools to assist in combat.

Artemina's [Moon Gate] is one of her unique spells. Before Qi Xing arrived at the deepest layer, it was she who used this spell to take Elaine jumping around to escape the pursuit of the dragon of Osiris.

"The second usage is similar to Doraemon's Pass Loop. You can open a door on a wall and pass through it—wards, boundaries, barriers… anything with a wall works. But it seems it doesn't work on walls that are too thick or too strong."

Artemina explained while gesturing.

It was by using this unique spell to travel all the way to the deepest layer of the Inner Realm that she happened to save Elaine's life. Otherwise, judging by Artemina's knowledge and personality, she clearly lacked the techniques to operate in the Inner Realm.

And this is just its simplest usage.

Upon seeing the two usages of this spell, Qi Xing couldn't help but think of some terrible ideas… and then again, in the world of doujinshi, there is no shortage of various uses for [portals]… God, it's too terrifying. Fortunately, the person who obtained this spell is a good kid like Artemina—Qi Xing decided not to continue thinking in such a dark direction.

Besides this, Qi Xing himself had picked up a very tangible piece of loot.

When Anubis dissipated, he dropped a golden scale on the ground. One side was empty, while the plate on the other side held a white ostrich feather as a weight.

This was the famous [Scale of Judging Sinful Souls] from ancient Egyptian mythology. This feather was the symbol of Maat, the ancient Egyptian goddess of truth and justice.

"The religion of the New Kingdom of ancient Egypt believed that after death, people would be judged in the [Underworld] by the god Anubis, or by his father, the god Osiris. One end of the scale held the heart of the deceased, representing the soul, and the other end held a feather representing justice as a weight. If the heart was lighter than or equal in weight to the feather, it meant the deceased was innocent; conversely, it meant they were guilty, and Ammit, the monster with the head of a crocodile and the body of a lion, would devour the deceased."

Sister Elaine explained, "Mr. Qi, you are now playing the role of the judge, the god Osiris, in this [Inner Realm]. You should be able to use the power of this scale."

To be honest, this mythical power to judge sin was indeed very attractive to Qi Xing. After all, this world, which was like an eroge, really needed the power to judge and punish sin to clean things up properly.

"Can this scale still be used after being taken out of the [Inner Realm]?"

Therefore, Qi Xing took the scale and asked expectantly.

"That's hard to say," Elaine said, looking a bit troubled, "If you could take the energy source of this [Inner Realm] out with it, perhaps?"

That sounds very promising!

Qi Xing nodded. They prepared themselves, Artemina opened the door, and the three of them entered the [Heart Chamber] while maintaining their guard.

The vast white desert that stretched as far as the eye could see did not shock them.