Even After Transmigrating into Coiling Dragon, Who Would Still Eat Soft Rice Chapter 44

People from super families were quite accepting of such things, but even she, born into one, had never heard of a Midgod slaying a Seven-Star Fiend...

She'd never even heard of it!

It was too absurd...

Yet the look in her eyes as she gazed at Simon grew even gentler.

Regardless, she was certain Simon belonged to her.

And she belonged to Simon.

Knowing that was enough.

Ignoring the stunned crowd, Simon led Fanny back to their room.

This battle had indeed been grueling; Roland was the strongest opponent Simon had faced since crossing over.

Over the next few days, Simon repeatedly reviewed the fight, trying to find a better combat approach.

But after replaying it thousands of times, he still found that the optimal strategy was to bind the opponent as he had at the start, then use a Soul Attack once physical attacks proved ineffective...

It was no different from what he'd chosen in the heat of battle.

This also made Simon realize that to stand firm in Hell, he couldn't afford obvious weaknesses.

If Roland had fused Pulse of the Earth with the Power of Life—even without full integration, just aligning them so his soul defense took on an unending, seamless quality without clear flaws—

Simon would never have been able to breach his soul defense no matter what.

Naturally, the result of such a battle would likely be a stalemate, with both sides returning home.

There was no helping it; even with his fused divine power, Simon's strength only matched that of Highgod power, gaining no advantage there, and his fusion of profound mysteries was even slightly weaker than Roland's.

Simon could only suppress Roland by relying on the hundredfold amplification from the Ice Wind Space and Ice-Wind Prison.

Even so, he couldn't cut through Roland, who excelled at physical defense...

In the end, he had to wear him down using the advantage of being a Soul Mutator.

Chapter 65: Temporary Stay in Lier City

Though the actual fight seemed brief, battles between Seven-Star Fiends could decide life and death dozens of times in a single second, let alone the over ten seconds they'd fought.

That was an exceptionally long time for a clash between Seven-Star Fiends!

Simon had won this battle with great difficulty; Roland was like a tortoise shell, nearly indestructible in physical defense.

Fortunately, Simon found a weakness in his soul, or the outcome might have been uncertain.

Simon deeply understood the necessity of fighting more experts—learning the techniques of various elemental masters, judging their strengths and weaknesses, then choosing corresponding countermeasures.

As a Soul Mutator, Simon had many means to deal with enemies, and the Water and Wind Elements complemented each other well.

This battle also made Simon take Soul Attacks more seriously.

Among the profound mysteries he'd comprehended from the two elements, those related to the soul were, at best, the Profound Mystery of Sound Waves and Profound Mystery of Sound Music from the Wind Element, and the Mist Illusion, Water Ripple, and Profound Mystery of Roundness and Softness from the Water Element.

Among them, Water Ripple hadn't yet aligned with Mist Illusion or Roundness and Softness, nor had it reached mastery, so it was of little use.

Roundness and Softness currently provided only a minor boost to Soul Attacks, pending further development.

Thus, Simon had relied on absolute restraint and a bit of luck to barely kill Roland.

Going forward, Simon would devote some effort to studying Soul Attacks.

But it wasn't urgent; he simply listed it as his third priority.

The first priority remained the overall fusion of the Wind Space with the Water and Wind Elements, continuing to enhance the power of the Ice Wind Space and Ice-Wind Prison.

Next came the fusion of the Water and Wind Element laws, and only then the soul aspect.

After all, failing to kill an opponent was fine, and letting them escape was fine.

Ensuring his own safety and that of his companions was the real priority.

After successfully slaying a Seven-Star Fiend like Roland, Simon's reputation in the caravan reached its peak.

Everyone was in awe.

Along the journey, they felt they were witnessing the rise of a legend.

But for Simon, this was still not enough; he craved greater strength.

He longed to fight even stronger opponents!

The rest of the journey was uneventful, as encountering a bandit with Seven-Star Fiend strength was something that happened only once in countless ages.

After all, in Hell, reaching that level made one a true expert; if willing, one could even become a city lord, and had the qualifications to challenge Prefects and Purgatory Commanders.

If one advanced further and successfully challenged a Prefect, they could join the ranks of Hell's 108 Asuras, entering the sight of the Sovereigns.

If lucky enough to catch a Sovereign's eye, one could become a Sovereign's Emissary and receive a Sovereign Artifact.

With a relatively stable source of Sovereign Power, one could truly live free and carefree.

That was why becoming a Seven-Star Fiend was so important.

Simon had the same plan—complete demon missions all the way to Seven-Star Fiend, and once his strength was sufficient, challenge the Prefect!

Truly ascend to the ranks of Hell's super-strong.

Time slipped past another half year.

Beneath the blazing Blood Sun, the group arrived outside Lier City.

After years of travel, crossing three prefectures and covering hundreds of millions of li, the merchant caravan had finally reached its destination.

"Whew, that wasn't easy. We're finally about to finish the mission."

Fanny said happily, linking her arm through Simon's.

"Yeah, we're almost at the destination."

Kenchi and the other demons headed straight for the Fiend Castle upon entering Lier City.

After confirming and handing over the mission with the castle staff, and going through a series of procedures, Simon and the others' demon ranks officially advanced to Two-Star.

Receiving their Two-Star Fiend Medals, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

"This mission was worth it."

Just then, Kenchi, who had finished the mission procedures, walked over:

"I truly thank you, Lord Simon, for your protection along the way. If I hadn't been fortunate enough to meet you all, this trip would have been fraught with danger."

"Kenchi, you're too kind. This was our duty—no need to dwell on it."

Simon waved his hand dismissively.

Kenchi was still shaken thinking about this venture. Look at how many ferocious bandits they had encountered!

If he had known the situation before setting out, he would never have taken this job no matter what.

But then again, getting to know a strong figure like Simon seemed worth it.

Afterward, under the Fiend Castle's notarization, Kenchi paid the mission rewards to all the demons.

For Simon and Fanny, Kenchi added an extra one million Inkstone each.

Simon initially didn't want to accept it—after all, Kenchi, a Midgod, risking his life to earn some Inkstone wasn't easy.

But Kenchi insisted repeatedly, and Simon, unable to refuse, finally took it.

Seeing Simon accept the Inkstone, Kenchi was delighted.

Spending a bit of Inkstone to build a connection with a Seven-Star Fiend-level powerhouse—this deal was a win no matter how you calculated it.

Besides, Kenchi could tell Simon was the type who valued bonds. With this relationship, he now had a backer in Hell.

If he ever needed help in the future, as long as it wasn't too difficult, Simon would likely lend a hand.

"Thank you all again. I'll mostly be doing business around Lier City from now on. Feel free to look me up anytime, especially you, Lord Simon. If there's anything I can help with, just say the word."

Kenchi said after leaving the castle with the other demons.

"Sure, sure."

"Next time, I'll escort you again, haha."

The demons who had completed the mission were all in high spirits, chiming in.

Simon and the others said their goodbyes to Kenchi, Tara, and the rest, then headed off in another direction.

Now everyone would go their separate ways. Who knew how many of these demons would survive in the end, and how many would truly reach the peak?

Next, Simon and his group planned to find a restaurant for a good meal, then settle down in Lier City for a period of secluded cultivation.

On the way to the restaurant, Fanny and Lona were both excited, constantly fiddling with their Fiend Medals.

Napote and Hamut were much the same.

Elno, watching everyone's excitement, couldn't help but tease:

"Your Two-Star medals must be the most valuable of any Two-Star Fiend out there. I've never heard of a Two-Star mission requiring the killing of a Seven-Star Fiend."

"Haha, no kidding. Didn't we get our Two-Star medals precisely by killing a Seven-Star Fiend?"

Hamut shouted excitedly, drawing strange looks from passersby.

"Has this Midgod lost his mind? Killed one in a dream?"

A random passerby shot him a disdainful glance and then ignored him.

Hamut didn't care. No matter who actually did the killing, he had participated, hadn't he?

Cheering from the sidelines counted as participation!

Simon was also happy. His first mission in Hell had finally been completed successfully.

After years, it had yielded a satisfying result.

This mission had taught Simon a great deal.

Soon, they arrived at the most luxurious restaurant in Lier City, ordering every signature dish. After eating and drinking their fill, Simon suggested buying a mansion in Lier City where everyone could cultivate for a while before setting off again.