Cause and Effect

Abyss!

The sky was gray and overcast. On one peak of the Yak Mountains stood a lavishly decorated palace.

A Baroque dome and crystal chandeliers, clear as ice, cast a soft glow.

"Who are these beauties? They're me!"

All around stood countless mirrors of every material. Draped in a layer of gauze, Dinaya Aman gazed drunkenly at her reflection with enchanting eyes.

Every mirror reflected a peerless beauty of a different style, face, and figure.

Cute, sweet little girls; sexy, intellectual mature beauties; fiery, tsundere maidens; plump, gentle young women.

Countless twelve-faceted crystals were embedded in the gaps between the mirrors.

Through the distorted light passing through the crystals, one could see a naked woman lying inside each one, her eyes peacefully shut as though asleep.

Crack!

Suddenly, an ancient stone mirror shattered.

The phantom of the quasit Jieluofei emerged, then burst like soap bubbles.

A soul stone shattering for no reason meant that the quasit demon who had offered up its soul was dead.

Dinaya Aman would not care about the life or death of other demons, but the quasit Jieluofei was different. It was a demon stationed in the mortal world.

"Something happened to the altar! Useless trash!"

Dinaya Aman frowned, realizing the gravity of the situation.

She hurried toward a blank crystal in the corner, her body slowly merging into it.

The demon altar was a secret passage, a coordinate the Abyss had left behind in the mortal world.

Quite a few Abyss demons had already descended in advance and gone into hiding. If any clues were discovered, they would inevitably face a grand purge by human wizards.

Count Golden Lion's castle, ruins.

Wendy Chris woke and opened her eyes, shedding the illusion of a white-haired, wrinkled old crone with yellowed skin.

Her damaged body rapidly healed. A cascade of wavy golden hair drifted behind her, while milk-white skin seemed to melt into the moonlight. Her curvaceous figure outlined a perfect silhouette.

Standing barefoot atop the collapsed castle tower, she stared in astonishment at the people holding muskets. "Mortals? A group of mortals?"

Beautiful! Like a goddess beneath the moon, everyone stared blankly at the beauty before them without blinking.

Bang! A flash erupted from a musket, and a bullet shot toward Wendy Chris's brow.

Johnny Green bit through his tongue, briefly waking from the charm before pulling the trigger.

Though he did not know what had taken over Wendy Chris's body, this body was frighteningly delicate. One bullet would absolutely kill it!

"Ah! As expected, the pure and innocent style doesn't suit me. Someone actually had the heart to kill me."

Wendy Chris wore a resentful expression and lightly tapped with one finger. Faint ripples spread through space as the elements made the air incomparably viscous.

The bullet rapidly slowed, eventually brushing against her tender fingertip like a ripe acorn falling straight down. Then, looking pitiful and delicate, she slipped her slightly reddened finger into her mouth.

"What are you doing? Bang, bang..."

How could anyone bear to shoot such a beautiful girl?

Johnny Green's teammates simultaneously raised their muskets and pulled the triggers at him. Their eyes blazed with fury, as if they wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

In the distance, Yin Ming ran madly toward the Magic Beast Forest without looking back.

His wizard's intuition kept sounding warnings. A seductive voice rang in his mind. "Little wizard, why don't you dare turn around and look at me? Am I not beautiful enough?"

The demonic voice poured into his ears, stirring the instinctive desires of living creatures and sending wild thoughts racing through his mind. He had an overwhelming urge to turn around and look at the owner of that voice.

"Clear as water is the heart; clear water is the heart. The gentle breeze does not rise, and the waves remain unruffled. Alone amid secluded bamboo, I whistle long and make the zither sing. In Zen stillness, I enter meditation; the venomous dragon vanishes..."

Yin Ming recited the Clear Heart Mantra, driving out the strange mental frequency invading his mind.

"A seventy-year-old granny whose tits sag to her belly button has nothing worth looking at! I like them young!"

Yin Ming's gaze cleared, and his speed broke past its limit, rising another ten percent.

To affect another person's mind from over a thousand meters away required mental power at least at the level of a second-ring wizard.

Just thinking about a Demonic Beast with the mental power of a second-ring wizard was terrifying.

"Me? Sagging? Old?"

Wendy Chris looked stunned, her fingertip gliding across skin so smooth, taut, and delicate it seemed ready to break with a puff.

Her full, firm globes blocked her view of her own toes. She licked her lips. "Little wizard, sooner or later, I'll squeeze you dry."

Wendy Chris did not give chase. She did not even casually crush the injured, fleeing Johnny Green.

This time, she had not descended through the altar's secret passage. She was destined to be discovered by human wizards, so killing to silence them had no meaning.

Humans who did not become obsessed with her beauty or sink into lust—

Their souls were like unripe, tart fruit. Harvesting them early was a shameful waste, and no demon would do such a thing.

Thud...

Wendy Chris's eyes were soft with allure. Her red lips kissed the nails of her index and middle fingers, stirring up a fragrant breeze as she blew a kiss toward the dazed men.

Everyone instantly collapsed limply. More than a dozen illusory, transparent souls were sealed inside crystal balls.

Before the human wizards arrived, she went to the basement, waved a hand to turn the skull mound into dust, took out a metal sphere covered in incantation symbols, and destroyed and buried the basement, erasing every trace of the Abyss.

"A quasit was a first-ring demon, yet it died at the hands of a group of mortals?"

In the Abyss, Christine sat upright upon a throne of bones, listening to Dinaya Aman's report.

Her pupils shrank into two narrow slits, and she nearly rose from the throne.

"Those humans obtained a fragmentary alchemical civilization and invented something called the Holy Gun. It goes pew-pew-pew and shoots little bullets. It's super powerful!"

Dinaya Aman had changed into a playful new skin.

Having accurately grasped Demon King Christine's preferences, she enjoyed the skin bonus of halved punishment and doubled rewards.

"Then... forget it! How was the altar discovered?" Christine rubbed her forehead. Since things had come to this, she could only learn from the experience and prepare for next time.

"I asked! Apparently, they detected fluctuations from an Abyss sacrifice. I don't know which demon ignored the prohibition."

At this, Dinaya Aman could not help gritting her teeth, wishing she could tear that rule-breaking demon into ten thousand pieces.

Achoo!!

At that moment, Red Nose, wandering through the Abyss, suddenly felt a chill down the back of his neck and could not help sneezing.

He warily looked left and right, his face full of worry. "Could it be that Master regrets it! Where exactly is the soul crystal mine?!!!"

"Abyss sacrifice! There are other possibilities too. Perhaps it was a human demon warlock!" Christine pondered for a moment before continuing to ask.

"Uh... actually, there was another tiny, insignificant reason."

Dinaya Aman shrank her neck and said timidly, "You know my succubus aura can only cover a radius of three hundred meters. Those humans also invented something called a telescope, which can pull scenes from hundreds of meters away right before their eyes, so..."

"You... You descended in an avatar, yet you insisted on going to such lengths to preserve a youthful appearance..."

"If you make me turn into an old hag with goosebumps whose tits sag to her belly button, even for one second, I'd rather die!!"