No Picky Eating!

Lou Shisui followed the three puppets to the towering city wall.

The closer he got to the wall, the stronger the Psychic Energy he sensed.

At first, he had thought the pressure came from a powerful member of the Demon Race.

But what he had learned about the Demon Race made him realize that experts at that level would never sit around guarding the wall like fools.

Some were stationed in areas of unrest, while the others were enjoying themselves in the city center.

What he had sensed while passing through the gate had merely been the Psychic Energy fluctuations of the wall's protective barrier.

That also explained how a Demon Race city could stand firm in a blizzard.

Had he not learned that small sections of the barrier could be switched off manually, he would not have risked entering.

Following them straight in was impossible, and he had no interest in playing a role.

Shisui used his relatively soft Owl Wings to gently cut open a slit and slipped into the Alternate Space supported by Koukaku, leaving only three Radiant Feathers attached to the hems of the three brothers' clothes.

Just like that, the three puppets carried the corpses and the anchors for the Alternate Space into the wall.

A soldier guarding the city was sneaking toward the switch for one section of the wall's defenses.

"Click."

The soldier pushed the lever with practiced ease. The next instant, the room, where motes of Psychic Energy had been drifting, fell dark.

The protective barrier over one corner of the wall went out.

Three figures carrying something then seized the chance to slip inside the wall, greeting the soldier on their way.

The soldier lifted his chin, gesturing for the three to head to the nearest small hall.

At that moment, the small hall was brightly lit, and eight young members of the Demon Race were gathered inside, chatting lazily.

"Why aren't they back yet?"

"What's the rush? They've probably sneaked off to have a feast of their own first."

"E'ersa, did your old man say when the delegation would arrive?"

"About a month before the convention. They haven't settled on an exact date yet—they're still arguing over security!"

"True. I heard that whatever Bloody Unified Exam it was called a while back put the Human Race through the wringer. No wonder they're so jumpy."

"If you ask me, the Human Race's brats are just too fragile. They can't even handle a few low-level Beastfolk."

"Hahaha, exactly. I hear it was a whole ar~my~ of Third and Fourth Realm fighters~"

"Hey, we'll get to watch the Human Race and Beastfolk tear each other apart this year."

"Oh! You finally decided to come back?"

The three members of the Demon Race who had gone out pushed open the door and entered. Aside from their somewhat unfocused pupils, they looked no different from the others chatting inside.

"We're back," the oldest said, his voice hoarse for a moment before returning to normal. "Brought you something tender."

"Hey! Tender is good! Bring it over and let's have a look!"

None the wiser, the others crowded around, pawing at the stiff Demon Race young in their hands.

Then some began cutting while others lit fires.

Crimson smeared their hands, bodies, and the floor as they gave free rein to the beastly urges in their Demon Race blood. They dismembered the eighteen cold corpses, leaving the small hall looking as though a gale had torn through it.

Judging by how skillfully these soldiers handled flesh and blood, they probably did this often.

But their table manners were far too ugly!

Shisui watched from inside the Alternate Space, growing impatient as irritation welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Toxins surged out, instantly dropping the wildly cavorting demons in the hall.

He glanced at the bones and organs discarded on the floor, then looked at the demons still twitching on the ground, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Damn it, these guys were actually picky eaters!

Lou Shisui took a moment to breathe deeply, but he could no longer suppress the brutality in his heart.

Though he might be exposed, on the bright side, these were all descendants of mid-ranking nobles, so killing them would be useful.

Better to keep it simple and turn them all into puppets!

Then I can wipe out their families afterward, so this bad habit of squandering things won't be passed down!

He composed himself and looked down in disgust at the trash sprawled across the floor with his scarlet Kakugan. His Koukaku extended, transforming the demons into puppets.

"Lick it clean."

He gave the order, casually took an ornament from one of their belts, and left the small hall without looking back, disappearing into the dim interior of the city wall.

Qiongfang's city wall stood tall and imposing, a full 20 meters high, 26 meters wide at the base and 24 meters wide at the top. Its foundations were rumored to reach as deep as a hundred meters.

The magnificent wall wound around the entire city like a giant dragon, and the few scratches left on it gave it an indestructible air.

The inside of the wall held even more marvels, including a full eighteen hundred small, intricate protective barriers.

These barriers were closely arrayed and worked in concert, forming an airtight line of defense.

In addition, nine hundred powerful offensive city-defense auxiliary formations were embedded in the wall.

Like sleeping behemoths, they could unleash world-destroying power once activated.

From a distance, the wall looked solemn and imposing, but a closer look revealed its weathered surface and scars of varying depths, each bearing witness to the countless battles it had endured.

Shisui toyed with the snowflake-shaped token in his hand. The two characters "Qiongfang" were engraved on it, identifying it as a pass for Qiongfang's city wall.

It had been hanging carelessly among a pile of ornaments just moments ago. Had it not carried the same aura as the wall, Shisui would surely have overlooked it.

He casually hung the token from his wrist and pulled up his hood, concealing his silver-white hair, which still stood out somewhat in the darkness. Then he strode down the corridor inside the wall.

The place was more complicated than he had imagined. Most of it had no windows, making it hard to tell where one was from the world outside.

But for Shisui, who possessed the spatial attribute, that was no problem at all.

Even though he could not recklessly use large amounts of Psychic Energy here, all he needed to do was scatter Radiant Feathers along the way. He did not even have to worry about getting lost.

There was no need to remember the way when he had markers!

He wandered around like this for an entire night, turning any low-realm patrol soldiers he encountered into puppets and slipping into the Alternate Space whenever he came across a Profound Realm demon.

He kept wandering until five in the morning.

"Mm, I'll leave a little memento before I go."

Lou Shisui looked around at the gray brick walls. He couldn't quite say they were identical, only that they looked exactly alike.

"Come to think of it, where did I end up?"

"Forget it, who cares!"

I don't know where I am. I just know I need to find a place to make a cut!

"Boom!"

A massive slash, infused with the immensely destructive spatial attribute, tore through the wall!

The terrifying shock wave shattered the snowflake token on his wrist.

A shrill alarm rang out across the sky, and the wall's defenses suddenly burst into dazzling light, illuminating the still-dark sky.

But none of that had anything to do with Shisui anymore.

He had already returned to the trading company dormitory, standing in a residential district several kilometers from the wall.

"Whew~ What a spectacular sight~"