The Demon God's Bizarre Servant

"Hehehehe ah hahahaha--"

The Southeast Asian sorcerer with dark circles under his eyes stared at Xiwen, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and let out an extremely unpleasant laugh.

The laughter was so awful that Xiwen couldn't stand it and couldn't help but deliver a flying kick.

Dark Circles, still maintaining his wicked pose, was completely unaware of Xiwen's actions and was kicked away, falling to the ground and howling in pain.

"You launched a sneak attack, you're despicable!" he shouted.

Dark Circles was far too confident and careless in the face of such a young wizard; he never expected this youngster to launch a sneak attack!

Xiwen looked at his pathetic opponent with a sigh, silently walked forward, and kicked his wand aside.

"Is your master really that evil Demon God? How could he be so blind?" Xiwen couldn't help but ask.

Dark Circles tried to reach for his wand, but Xiwen had kicked it too far, and he couldn't manage it. So he could only snort and say, "My master is such a great being that you, a weakling, cannot possibly fathom his existence!"

Xiwen's eye twitched; he had a feeling this person had something wrong with their head.

"Tell me, what kind of being is your master?" He stepped on the black wizard's restless hand and asked in a deep voice.

"My master is a demon king with unparalleled power. The great wizard Dumbledore and the Dark Lord Grindelwald —those are all false titles, nothing but empty praise. They're not even worthy to carry your shoes!"

The man with dark circles under his eyes rambled on with boastful words, but none of them contained any substantial information that could help Xiwen.

After listening to the flattery for a while, Xiwen became a little impatient and immediately pulled out his 14-inch wand, intending to knock him unconscious.

But the next moment, as Xiwen pulled out his wand, the dark circles under his eyes suddenly twitched swiftly.

He spoke in Indonesia, a language that Xiwen couldn't understand, and recited an extremely complex incantation.

Then, a continuous stream of black mist surged from his hands, crashing wildly towards Xiwen's body.

"Looks like he's not entirely a goofball after all."

Seeing this, Xiwen nodded in approval and prepared to unleash the power of the Blood Curse deep within his bloodline to resist.

However, before he could activate the Blood Curse, it seemed to be drawn by the black mist and moved on its own.

Xiwen was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, and then realized that these black mists had a familiar feel to them.

"The Maledictus Blood Curse?" He looked at the man with dark circles under his eyes who was still lying on the ground chanting incantations and asked with some doubt.

Xiwen allowed the power of the Blood Curse to transform into scales covering his body, offering no resistance to the curse's onslaught.

The black mist gradually seeped into his body through the gaps in the scales, and was then completely stripped away by the power of the Blood Curse that emerged near the scales. Finally, it was all devoured and transformed into a different kind of nourishment that merged into Xiwen's bloodline.

The woman with dark circles under her eyes, who had been diligently chanting incantations while lying on the ground, looked at Xiwen's nonchalant attitude and his unharmed figure, and couldn't help but turn red with anger.

So he used all his strength to speed up the chanting, greatly increasing the speed at which the black mist surged out.

And at the same time, Xiwen's efficiency in absorbing this power was greatly enhanced...

After chanting a long incantation, Dark Circles finally ran out of energy and lay panting on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

"Why are you completely unharmed?" he asked, switching back to English, his face filled with despair.

Xiwen chuckled softly and countered, "Are all you servants of the Demon God only capable of using these few tricks? Why do you either manipulate that black veil that suppresses magic or cast the Maledictus Blood Curse on others?"

"I've seen another dark wizard in the forest, and at least that one could control corrupted animals to attack. How come you can't even do that?"

Dark Circles suddenly realized and exclaimed, "That's right, I have that ability too! Just you wait, you're finished!"

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and began to ponder deeply. After a long while, he finally remembered the incantation to control the animal corpses, and with his eyes still closed, he prepared to begin reciting it.

But would Xiwen ever give him such an opportunity?

Before he even began chanting the spell, Xiwen silently took out a bottle of Potions from his Pocket Watch Space — Veritaserum he had traded with Professor Slughorn during his first year, which he had never had the chance to use, so the dosage was still plentiful.

As soon as Dark Circles began chanting the incantation, Xiwen swiftly poured some of the Veritaserum into his opening and closing mouth.

Seeing a dark wizard who had willingly fallen into the clutches of Demon God, Xiwen felt there was no need to uphold humanitarian principles and insist on using only three drops. What if, because he was protected by Demon God, three drops weren't enough?

So half a bottle of Veritaserum ended up in Dark Circles' mouth, and then went down into his stomach as he unconsciously opened and closed his mouth.

By the time Dark Circles realized something was wrong, it was too late. His eyes, which he opened in a panic, became dull and stiff, his pupils unfocused as he stared at the dark sky.

"Tell me why you became the servant of this so-called master," Xiwen asked casually, sitting down next to Dark Circles after seeing the Veritaserum take effect.

"My name is Sukano, and I'm just an ordinary wizarding apprentice in Indonesia. A year ago, I was often bullied by the senior apprentices, who even stole the Potions I had painstakingly crafted. I felt very indignant," Dark Circles said in a flat, monotone voice.

"But fortunately, I dreamt of my powerful master that night, who promised me that as long as I served him, he would grant me immense power and the right to immortality."

"So you agreed immediately after hearing only his side of the story?" Xiwen's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Sukano, with dark circles under his eyes, replied in a flat voice.

'Looks like this guy with dark circles under his eyes is the kind of person who's missing a screw in his head,' Xiwen muttered helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

How big of a heart does one have to believe everything someone says...?

Xiwen rubbed his temples and then asked, "So, tell me everything you know about that Demon God."

"My master possesses extremely powerful magic. The titles of great wizard Dumbledore and Dark Lord Grindelwald are all just empty boasts. They are not even worthy to carry my master's shoes," Sukano said expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this, Xiwen's expression became quite interesting. He suddenly felt that the Demon God had been rather hasty in choosing such an odd servant.

"So you weren't just flattering me, you genuinely believed it..."

"Yes," Sukano said.

"Stop, I didn't ask you that question..." Xiwen continued, speechless. "So do you know why the Demon God chose you as his servant?"

Sukano maintained his blank and stiff expression as he said to Xiwen, "Because I have enough negative emotions, my master had the opportunity to divert a sliver of power from a seal and attach it to me."

He hadn't expected Xiwen to say anything useful; it was just a casual question. But Sukano's words gave him a jolt.

"Does Demon God need negative emotions to possess someone? Or can negative emotions amplify its power?" Xiwen asked hurriedly.

"I don't know," Sukano said blankly.

Xiwen shook his head helplessly, knowing that judging the source of the Demon God's power was indeed a bit difficult for this dim-witted fool.

However, this is indeed an extremely important discovery, because in the nine months that followed, both the Muggle World and Wizarding World were engulfed in fierce war. And war is precisely the kind of situation that most easily triggers widespread negative emotions among people!

If this Demon God can truly amplify his power by relying on negative emotions, then he is very likely to break free of that weak seal after the war fully breaks out and invade this world that is already in internal strife!

Xiwen's expression finally turned serious.

"Do you know anything else?" he asked again, trying to extract more information.

Sukano's blank and stiff expression shifted slightly, but he said nothing and returned to his expressionless state.

Xiwen knew this was because the problem was too broad, exceeding the scope of the Veritaserum, causing Sukano's already limited brain capacity to be overwhelmed.

So he thought for a moment and changed his question, "Or rather, what did you learn from your master?"

"I have learned a lot of magic, all of which are dark spells that can only be performed with the help of my master," Sukano said.

"I can unleash Dark Barrier that forcibly absorbs life force to provide my master with more energy; I can use the Maledictus Blood Curse to turn wizards into animals without human consciousness, making it easier for my master to absorb their life force; I have also learned Necromancy, which allows me to control the corpses of animals whose life force has been completely absorbed..."

Xiwen listened to these increasingly evil spells, his face turned extremely ugly. He even felt, for the rarest time, an urge to kill this scumbag on the spot with a single sword strike.

However, just as Xiwen was about to take out his Alchemical Longsword from the Pocket Watch Space, he suddenly became alert.

The last time Newt was trapped in the Dark Barrier, it was because Newt made the move to kill the two-faced black wizard that he instinctively felt a sense of life-or-death crisis, which led to the Demon God behind the black wizard possessing him.

If Dumbledore hadn't arrived in time, he and Newt would likely have perished at the hands of that Demon God...

So Xiwen forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart and continued to listen with a frown to the evil forbidden spells Sukano was talking about.

"... My mind isn't very sharp, so I wrote down all the memories I received from my master in a notebook, which I kept close to my chest pocket so I could look at it anytime." Sukano finished describing the evil spells without any inflection, then fell silent, reverting to his dull and stiff demeanor.

Xiwen frowned and rummaged into Sukano's pocket, pulling out a tattered cloth bag. Inside the bag was a flat, elongated object, which seemed to be the notebook he had mentioned.

"Is there a protective spell on this bag and the notebook inside?" Just to be on the safe side, Xiwen asked again.

"No," Sukano said expressionlessly.

Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief and opened the tattered cloth bag.