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Backstab!

Backstab again!!

Had the quasits abandoned their innate concealment ability and developed Backstab into an innate spell?

Still, Aman the succubus had possessed abundant resources, so that did make sense.

Back when Yin Ming first entered the Beck Subplane, he had encountered someone of the succubus bloodline possessing the body of a mortal kingdom's princess. She had actually dared to charge eight hundred standard units of element crystals for a single session, enough to hire eight hundred Zero-Ring Wizard Apprentices. Was it gold-plated...

Uh!!

Considering how low succubi could sink, that actually seemed entirely possible.

Yet as the man who had killed Aman the succubus, he had received only a cold succubus corpse and a small metal sphere for constructing a passage to the Abyss. Even a quasit had reaped a richer harvest. There was simply no justice.

Sure enough, some people were born without the luck to strike it rich through a windfall. They could only work honestly, steadily developing their Undead Factory to earn a few hard-won resources.

"Fate really does take some bizarre twists and turns!!"

Yin Ming sighed.

He felt that even if his knowledge of fate principles advanced further, he still would not be able to untangle all those convoluted chains of cause and effect.

Still, Red Nose actually owned Abyss Publishing. That would be an enormous boon to spreading the doctrines of the Undying God Cult.

Yin Ming took out the remaining quasit Soulstones and handed them all to Red Nose.

He delegated the work as a matter of course, freeing up time for tasks no one else could do in his place.

"Help me summon the demons," he said. "Remember to give them a heads-up before summoning them. Do you know what to do?"

At that, Red Nose could not help shuddering.