Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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The six-armed serpent demon heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Three consecutive sounds, the first one very heavy, and the other two relatively lighter.

"Damn it, Grub, I knew you had a snitch's face," a strange man whispered, his voice filled with furious rage. "What are those Bronze Dragonflight lackeys doing calling you in the middle of the night? Did you betray us? What did you tell them?"

“I didn’t say anything,” Brockaway said urgently and frantically, struggling to speak. “Damn it, I didn’t say anything! What could I say? Wasn’t that just walking into my death?”

His voice gradually trembled with tears: "Lowin? Answer me, Lowin, are you alright? What the hell have you all done?"

"Calm down, your woman is fine, she's just asleep."

The second stranger said.

His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was calm and composed, seemingly full of confidence: "Explain what happened with the paladin who came to visit you, and who the woman who stayed behind was—don't lie, we've all been watching."

Brockway quickly gave a brief account of what had happened.

"That's ridiculous, visiting relatives?"

The first man scoffed, "The Bronze Dragon's lackey came all this way in the middle of the night just to visit a relative of yours, a pimp? Judging by his epaulets, that guy's an assassin serving in the Northern Legion, a butcher who specializes in slaughtering women and children! Boss, that guy's a complete liar, I've got him all his teeth pulled out!"

"Don't be impatient."

The second man said, "So, your young lady niece is sleeping in your bedroom right now?"

Brockaway said in a low voice, “Yes. She was a paladin too, she always was. Old Beate didn’t make her serve, he got her a job in the city guard. Then she eloped with another man, and the job was canceled.”

The first man scoffed, "Rotten nobles."

The faint, almost inaudible footsteps approached the bedroom door gently.

The six-armed snake demon gently fell back onto the bed and covered himself with the blanket.

Her fingers reached into the dimensional bag, her fingertips touching something soft and smooth—the real Ivy-Beate's scalp. The enormous demonic body then silently shrank and deformed.

The demon transformed back into the form of Ivy Beatrice.

She lay there with her eyes half-open in the darkness, breathing heavily as if she were fast asleep.

The footsteps stopped behind the door, and she smelled a faint odor of sulfur.

At the same time, she sensed a subtle fluctuation of some kind of detection magic, which was gently sweeping through the bedroom through the crack in the wooden door before disappearing without a trace.

The next second, a spell struck her.

That's a third-circle arcane spell, Deep Sleep.

The six-armed serpent demon's magical resistance successfully resisted the spell, but she still deliberately paused her breathing for a moment, then slightly amplified her breathing, as if she had fallen into a deeper, sweet dream.

A second man's voice came through the door in a low voice: "Alright, get asleep—and these two owl bear cubs, were they also brought by your niece?"

She hadn't heard any movement from Xiong Gu and Gu Xiong since then, so she figured that two of the three loud thuds of heavy objects falling to the ground belonged to the two owl bear cubs.

"Yes."

Brokway's voice: "She also brought a really scary-looking big guy with her. He's in the basement now, with a vulture's head and a shiny black body... You guys have been monitoring my house, haven't you? You should have seen him, right?"

There was silence in the living room.

The six-armed serpent demon waited quietly for a few minutes before hearing the second man's voice: "In your opinion, what is the relationship between that paladin and your niece? Is he trying to win her favor and pursue her?"

Brockway remained silent.

She guessed he was probably nodding.

The first man said, "Shall we kidnap her and interrogate her, boss?"

“Don’t touch her,” the second man chuckled lightly. “She’s an unexpected bait…she’s very valuable to our plans.”

After a few seconds of awkward silence in the living room, Brockway broke it.

“Since this is a misunderstanding,” he stammered, “then could you…”

The second man suddenly realized.

"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot. Lowen is fine, she'll be fine after a good night's sleep. Poor woman, you've really worn her out every night. Let's give her a break tonight."

Brockway dared not refute him.

The second man said, "The next shipment will arrive in ten days. Before then, vacate those six warehouses in your house."

"Uh…"

She could tell that Brockway was nervous.

The second man's voice turned dangerous: "Brockvi Swango, you're not going to mess this up, are you?"

"Yes, no, but there's this situation..."

Brokway stammered, "Legally speaking, those six warehouses aren't mine, they are...they belong to her..."

The Beate family fell into decline due to the lack of an heir. Brockway, leveraging his wife's Beate maiden name, claimed to be the family estate administrator, forcibly moved into the house, and occupied six dock warehouses. However, the property rights to the house and warehouses remained registered under the Beate family name. Now that Miss Beate has returned, his role as the family estate administrator is no longer entirely legitimate.

Brockway could use tantrums and sympathy to avoid being kicked out of his home. But those six warehouses wouldn't be fooled by such tricks.

The second man: "So what advice do you have, Brockway?"

Brokway immediately perked up, rubbing his hands together as he said, "Sir, you see... uh, if, well, I mean if... if I could marry, uh, the eldest daughter of the Beate family..."

His emerald green vertical pupils widened instantly.

"...Wouldn't that be more helpful to your great cause of restoring your country?"

The two men who barged in were caught off guard and were speechless for a moment.

Caught off guard, the six-armed snake demon cowered under the covers, utterly speechless.

—Oh my god…

—You're really dreaming…

—Wasn’t Luo Wen just thinking about you so affectionately a moment ago? How come you’ve gone offline from being a good man so quickly?

—You greasy, Mediterranean fat man, you have no sportsmanship. Come on, try to trick me, come on, try to ambush me, an eight-hundred-year-old woman. Is this okay? This is not okay!

At that moment, she felt an itch in her teeth and palms, as if she needed a greatsword to cleave it in the air.

"Damn it, I don't need to advise you to behave yourself anymore. In a bit, I'll let you taste my Six-Hit Fist of Minced Meat. I'll finely slice it into three piles: fatty meat, lean meat, and bone. But if there's even a speck of scrap meat on it, then my swordsmanship is lacking!"

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The second man paused for a full ten seconds before coughing and saying, "You've really impressed me, Brokway Swango. You have a great imagination."

The first man said with disgust, "Is it human nature to always calculate and try to possess what does not belong to you?"

Brockway dared not refute.

The second man, however, spoke slowly: “There’s nothing to blame. Career, money, spouse—these things don’t fall from the sky. Isn’t that what we’re aiming for now?”

Its emerald green vertical pupils widened in the darkness.

She heard the man continue, “That’s good. Hold on to everything you want, fight for it and defend it with your life. You have to have that spirit to do what you want to do and become who you want to be. Without that spirit, you’re just a mediocre person who lives a muddled life, dreaming of getting something for nothing.”

The reborn person almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

Hold on tightly to everything you want, fight for and defend it with your life. You must have this spirit to accomplish what you want to accomplish and become who you want to be.

These words struck her heart like lightning.

In her previous life on Earth, she was just an ordinary person.

People with social anxiety disorder do not lack the desire to socialize, because if a person had no desire to socialize at all, then there would be no fear of socializing.

Deep down, she enjoys being around people, but while she craves social interaction, she fears competing with others. Whether at home or school, she's unwilling and afraid to compete. When hurt, she prefers to retreat into her own little world, quietly licking her wounds. Day after day, social anxiety develops from this inner conflict.

Now, she has been reborn in another world as a six-armed serpent demon, one of the higher demons, and has gained great power. However, her inner nature has not changed; she is still the timid city girl, Chu Shixin.

The solitude of the wilderness terrified her, so she fled the jungle at all costs. No matter what reason she gave, it was essentially still following her old habits: to find a bustling city with many people, lock herself in, and live a quiet and inconspicuous life.

This had become her instinct.

But that bastard is already the ruler of a country, and already a Grand Mage!

Reborn individuals sometimes ask themselves this question:

—Can I really get revenge?

He lived a quiet, secluded life, occasionally sneaking out to absorb a few souls. He survived by hiding his true nature, slowly recovering his magic core, and then gradually plotting his revenge.

This has always been the plan that she believes is most suitable for her and most comfortable.

But upon closer inspection, this is not a plan at all.

She's secretly developing her strength in the lower port of this city. How long will it take for her to develop enough to surpass that bastard?

How long will it take to recover the magic core? In the meantime, how much will that bastard grow?

Step by step, step by step.

But she was far behind by more than just one step!

If you play it safe and develop stealthily, wouldn't that mean you'd forever be following that bastard around eating his dust?

Flames seemed to flicker in his emerald-like eyes.

Screw the survival and development, screw the comfort zone.

"Hold on to everything you want, fight for it and defend it with your life. You must have this spirit to do what you want to do and become who you want to be."

Something cracked open in the heart of the reborn, like a seed breaking through its shell and sprouting.

She laughed silently.

The inertia of my past life as an Earthling made me almost forget: I'm no longer human!

A second man's voice reached her ears: "...But no, Brokway, we need her to remain celibate now so she can attract that love-struck paladin."

"She can be single."

Brokway said hastily, which made her inwardly sneer: "If you just let her sleep a little longer now, she'll comply once we've finished. If she wants a good marriage, she has to keep this a secret, she has to listen to me. Then, on the surface, she can continue to pretend to be my niece—"

The first man interrupted him with a cold laugh: "What about your Lovin?"

Brockway boasted shamelessly: "Once she takes over Beate's property, she will understand my hard work and sacrifices."

"...Boss, can I punch this guy?"

“Stop messing around,” the second man said, sounding annoyed. “What’s wrong with you, Brockaway?”

“That paladin almost kicked us out right at the door, didn’t you see it?” Brokway said with a completely helpless tone. “I had to plead and beg to keep my residency, but they’re taking back those six warehouses tomorrow, and they won’t be under my jurisdiction anymore. I did all this to complete your mission.”

--lie.

The six-armed snake demon scoffed, saying that Juan and she had never mentioned taking back the six warehouses.

It's hard to believe that this greasy, Mediterranean-looking guy knows how to seize opportunities. At a crucial moment, he mustered up his courage and actually tried to extort money from his superior.

Brockway persisted, "Look..."

“Okay,” the second man’s attitude changed immediately upon hearing that the task was complete, “How long will it take you?”

Brockway's voice changed tone, becoming greasy and disgusting: "Let her sleep for five more minutes, no, just two minutes."

A magical fluctuation came, and a Deep Sleep spell struck her once again, only to be blocked once more by the high demon's spell resistance.

The six-armed snake demon sneered inwardly.

She listened intently to the second man speaking to Brockway, her mind already condemning both of them.

"I'll give you five minutes."

The second man said, “Tomorrow, I want to see those six warehouses completely emptied and ready for my goods. Otherwise, Brokwi-Swango, you know what will happen.”

An excited Brockway almost frantically tore off the clothes clinging to his body, pushed open the dilapidated door, and rushed into his niece's bedroom.

Unpleasant noises then erupted in the bedroom.

The two intruders had no interest in watching the fight, so they walked out together, and as they stepped out of the living room, they kindly closed the door for the homeowner.

They walked silently side by side in the darkness without turning on any lights.

“This pig has some guts,” the first man suddenly said. “Perhaps he can bear one of the seven sins and become a decent Dark Knight.”

"Lust, or laziness? Perhaps."

The second person answered casually, “But unfortunately, it’s fate: this city of traitors, these traitors, and the giant lizard they worship—none of them will survive.”

The two men's eyes glowed crimson in the darkness. Their bodies emitted a faint sulfurous odor, their skin was a dull purplish-red, they had horns on their heads, and long, thin black tails trailing behind them, the tips of which resembled sharp spearheads.