Can't Give It

Across the vast, boundless Abyssal Plane...

A mere few hundred Monkey Quasits, a subspecies of Quasit...

At most, they could stir up a little trouble in one region, on one plane of the Abyss.

But who the hell was the genius who had published that survival manual?

It had set hundreds of millions of native Quasits down the same road of deception and Backstab. Its impact on the entire Abyssal Plane was far-reaching beyond measure.

"Phew..."

Yin Ming took a deep breath.

He decided he would never reveal that he was the Ancestor of the Monkey Quasits. Killing Aman the Succubus on the Beck Subplane had only earned him the enmity of one demon king, Christine.

If his identity as the Ancestor of the Monkey Quasits came out, the demon kings and lords of the Abyss would band together to attack him.

Ember noticed Yin Ming's conflicted expression. The race that had appeared in the Abyss had also been Quasits.

He could not help asking in shock, "Don't tell me you had something to do with this?"

"What proof do you have? Don't go making baseless accusations."

"..."

Yin Ming had no intention of continuing that conversation.

After a pause, he pressed on. "You said the die couldn't have come up red if you'd encountered me. What did you mean?"

Andorf Hack hesitated briefly, wondering how he could get away.

In that instant, Yin Ming channeled his Vital Essence and lightly tapped Andorf Hack's uninjured left arm.

Crack!

Invisible ripples spread. Bone and sinew snapped inch by inch, and the arm dangled like a strip of cloth in the wind.

The truth could be blurted out; only lies required thought. Yin Ming did not favor physical torture. For an extraordinary being, it was not hard to make his will overcome