"Begin."
After Plapa said the word, it discovered that everything before its eyes had changed. It had become an unarmed human with no power to fight back.
Though its circumstances had changed, Plapa felt no confusion whatsoever, because the threat it now faced was more important than puzzling over its own identity!
It was currently aboard a lone boat, surrounded by a storm-tossed sea. Every gale raised towering waves, and it had to steer the small boat through the raging wind and surf, searching for a chance at survival.
Black clouds blanketed the sky, while serpents of lightning darted amid the thunder.
The howling wind raged, and the waves striking its body hurt terribly. Plapa had completely forgotten that it was descended from a water-element minor demon. Its only desire now was to survive the wind and waves...
While Plapa experienced the illusion of Ocean Rhythm, the young shopkeeper in the cramped "Illusion" hut tilted his head toward the woman by the windowsill.
"This Floating minor demon wants revenge on humanity, yet you're actually helping it?"
"Isn't it normal for demons and humans to be enemies?"
"Hmph, have you forgotten your own identity? Do you really think you're a native of the Abyss now? Lowly human!"
The young man narrowed his eyes and shrugged. "I've never forgotten who I am. It's just that I'm not in a position to be picky right now. Like Lady Balalaika at the Resting Place—she hates humans too, but she doesn't mind doing business with them."
"I'm the same. Elsewhere, perhaps I could afford to be selective, but can I choose my customers in Lasudelan? The demons here all hate humans. If I refuse every one of them, earning enough demon gold coins within five days would be nearly impossible."
As he spoke, the young