Dancing Demons

Under the little Evil Eye's guidance, Reilo flew around the human town surrounded by tens of thousands of monsters and headed toward an area nearby where high-level monsters had gathered.

Along the way, Reilo saw what it meant for demons to run rampant.

Aside from Evil Eyes, all kinds of monsters he had never heard of were everywhere, in bizarre shapes and with claws bared. If Corleon had been here, he would have leapt out on the spot and started collecting them in a frenzy.

"What a shame."

Following the little Evil Eye, Reilo arrived at a temporary underground lair.

The underground lair was enormous.

Those who could come here were clearly Demon Marshals of at least Level Three. After bringing Reilo here, the little Evil Eye went no farther.

"Please wait here, sir. Tonight, the great Reisa Evil Eye King will personally host a banquet for the many Demon Marshals."

"All right."

The Human-faced Spider Reilo had become was inconspicuous in this underground lair. He went to an empty seat at a stone table.

"Hehe, you seem to be a high-ranking demon from a deeper layer, sir?"

At the neighboring stone table sat a stunning human girl. She admired herself in a hand mirror while giggling at Reilo.

As a scholar, Reilo wasn't fooled by her appearance.

"Mm."

Reilo merely gave her a brief glance and ignored her, looking rather haughty and disdainful.

He turned his attention to the two fruit platters on the table.

One held many little fruits that looked like eyeballs. They contracted and swelled like tiny hearts.

The other held a fruit about the size of a watermelon. Its skin was dark purple, riddled with holes, and through them he could just make out many larvae wriggling inside.

"Black-Cracked Head Mosquitoes."

Reilo recognized the larvae.