Chapter 33: Scamming
byChapter 33: Collision
The ranking match did not last long, or rather, it turned into a one-sided attrition battle.
That native demon had tough skin and strong combat instincts. Its magic power was also decent. However, Wen Ying only needed one-tenth of the magic power to use his spells. Although these spells were at most half as effective, they were enough to gradually exhaust the demon's stamina and magic power.
In this ranking match, the demon was completely worn down and defeated. It was whipped off the stage by the vines and fell to the ground, unable to get up, with an expression that seemed to imply its worldview had been shattered.
"How can a Magic Mirror Demon have so much magic power..."
The accompanying demon was also stunned. This was completely different from their impression of Magic Mirror Demons. The speed at which it replicated spells was something they had only heard about in terms of Magic Mirror Demons being weak. They had never heard of a Magic Mirror Demon with seemingly inexhaustible magic power and rapid replication abilities.
One demon asked, "Are you pretending to be a Magic Mirror Demon?"
After the intense activity, the redness on Wen Ying's fair face was very noticeable. He panted slightly and flew directly down from the stage, kicking the demon on the ground. "Who is the waste now?"
The demon defeated by the 'waste' was so disheartened that it did not want to speak, pondering over where things had gone wrong.
Wen Ying scoffed, raised his eyebrow, and stepped on the other's shoulder. His pure and holy facial features were suppressed by his arrogant and wicked demeanor, creating a contradictory and conflicting individual who was indeed a demon.
The white demon bent down, grasped the other's hair, and lifted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. The unhealthy flush from exertion gave him an unwittingly sinister and coquettish air.
"Call me 'Daddy'."
The dazed demon's eyes grew even more vacant: "?"
"Tsk," Wen Ying released his grip disinterestedly, "Remember this, I'm not a worthless trash, you're the worthless trash."
The demon on the ground fell into a stupor. It would take time for his worldview to reconstruct itself.
The surrounding demons wore expressions of disbelief, staring intently at Wen Ying, trying to discern what was amiss, why this Demon Mirror was different from the others.
With the food box in hand, Perseus' gaze never wavered as he watched the approaching white demon. His Adam's apple bobbed, and an indescribable sensation stirred within him, yearning to be unleashed.
Uncharacteristically, Boreas brushed a hand over his chest, his darkened red eyes flickering. It seemed his body had been lacking exercise lately. He would hunt down some magical beasts tonight to remedy that, followed by a soak in the volcanic hot springs.
With thoughts of the journey preoccupying him, Beros felt an inexplicable excitement coursing through both his body and soul. This unexplained thrill, in turn, made him irritable. He pressed his lips together, exuding a gloomy, low-pressure aura around him.
Wen Ying was roughly handed a food box by Belleros.
"Not rejoicing over defeating a fellow weak demon, what's so praiseworthy about that?" Beros's expression was haughty. "Your offensive skills aren't particularly impressive. You had to grind against such a demon. Save your celebration for when you can take him out with a couple of moves."
Wen Ying's eyelids twitched. What was this guy's deal now? Seeing Beros still rambling on, Wen Ying's temples pulsed. To prevent himself from losing control and attacking Beros, resulting in a beating, he opened the food box, glanced inside, took out a sandwich, and stuffed it into Beros's mouth, silencing him.
Beros lowered his gaze to look at the food ball Wen Ying had pushed into his mouth, slightly bewildered.
Seeing him staring straight back, Wen Ying's eyelids twitched in fear. He cautiously said, "I thought you'd like it?"
Beros silently chewed on the sandwich, lowering his eyes to conceal the rising fury in them. He inwardly scorned the cowardice of this magic mirror demon. He hadn't planned on hitting him; if he wanted to, he would have done it long ago. Why be so cautious?
In Beros's view, Wen Ying should be looking at him with admiration or fervor. After all, he was the most talented Cerberus in a thousand years, an elite among the young generation. This rural demon was just lacking courage and taste. Unhappy, Beros bit down harder on the sandwich.
Wen Ying considered himself well-traveled but had never encountered someone as unpredictable as Beros. He found it troublesome.
Beros's actions left the other demons in a daze, their worldviews already shattered. Ignoring them, Beros walked straight outside. Wen Ying, feeling hungry, also hurried off to eat.
The remaining demons gazed at each other in a trance-like state.
"How do we report this incident to Lord Wu Shaluo?"
"Which key point should we report? Should it be my defeat by the Demon Mirror, or the bizarre behavior of Belos who seems to have taken the wrong pills? He always detests weak demons approaching him, so why would he engage in such lengthy conversation with a Demon Mirror?"
"Lower your voice! If Belos hears you, you'll get a beating for sure! Daring to openly say he's on the wrong medication!"
"It must be due to Lord Alruda's influence."
"How frustrating, to be defeated by a mere Demon Mirror... Who would believe that?"
"They'd only think you're weak, hence the defeat."
As soon as Belos left the arena, the demon vanished. Wen Ying carried his food box back to his dorm and enjoyed the meal slowly. There was no denying Alruda's culinary skills; despite the rather gloomy appearance, the taste and nutritional value were top-notch.
Feeling the threads of magic flowing into his body from the food, Wen Ying closed his eyes in contentment. His depleted magic power was steadily replenished.
While eating, Wen Ying mentally criticized the durability of demons. What kind of diet had they been on since childhood to sustain such injuries yet remain so battle-ready?
He took out all his cards from his pocket, examining each one carefully, lost in thought. Currently, he urgently needed a powerful offensive skill. HuPo's Demonic Claw was a physical attack, close range, and he needed a long-range magic spell.
With the ranking matches becoming lively in two days, Wen Ying planned to visit daily, secretly learning magic and observing closely, hoping to draw an SSR card soon.
Perhaps due to being in the Realm of Demons, Wen Ying's magical power was skyrocketing at a rapid pace. His body was like a famine survivor encountering an extravagant feast of delicacies; he indulged in it without restraint.
Wen Ying opened the small flask-like container sealed within the food box and drank its contents. He had a vague suspicion that Aruda must have included medicinal dishes in his daily meals. Otherwise, with such binge eating, his health would surely suffer. Could overeating and drinking not lead to problems?
After finishing his meal, Wen Ying closed his eyes to regulate the magic power within his body. The image of the black flames burning in the Eternal Forest involuntarily surfaced in his mind. It resembled a hellish sea of fire, with black flames leaping like countless life forms recklessly crashing through everything, defying heaven and earth.
In the midst of the black inferno stood a towering and muscular demon. His handsome face was adorned with ancient demonic patterns that seemed to resonate with the flames. Golden earrings dangled from his ears, shimmering brilliantly in the flickering firelight.
This proud and unparalleled demon possessed blood-red eyes, and his fully spread bat wings were several times the size of his body. The shadow they cast under the firelight was enormous, swaying along with the dance of the flames.
Flaming Spell was the most powerful offensive magic he had ever seen.
Aside from his personality, Beros' appearance and physique were to Wen Ying's taste. His thoughts wandered, and he suddenly jolted back to reality. After a few seconds of confusion, he slapped himself.
Putting aside the possibility of pursuing him, with that kind of personality as a boyfriend, along with his blunt and insensitive chatter, he would surely drive himself crazy.
Wen Ying twirled a strand of his long silver hair around his finger, gazing at its smoothness and sighing deeply. Incubi were unreliable, and other devils had "normal" tastes, not appreciating his white appearance. If he wanted a boyfriend, he should look among humans.
There were many fans of white-haired individuals in the Flower Planting Country, which was much better than being with unappreciative devils. Confidence visibly bloomed on Wen Ying's face as his lips curled upward.
Once he figures out a way to obtain a legitimate residence permit for the human world, he can return with his head held high, no longer fearful of being turned into a specimen by demon hunters.
After a brief nap, Wen Ying wakes up at the sound of his alarm.
It's Feng Luo's class again in the afternoon. Compared to schools in the human world, more than half of the "PE classes" in the demon realm could be considered. Ten minutes early, Wen Ying arrives at the sports field where the lesson is held. Today, only one class is present.
There are already a dozen demons standing there.
Muershi had arrived at the field early, eager to know how Wen Ying's noon went. Spotting that distinctive demonic figure, he quickly approaches with curious, or perhaps gossip-filled, eyes and whispers, "How did it go at noon?"
Muershi scans Wen Ying from head to toe and notices some injuries. He asks, "Did Perseus make a move?"
It would be strange if Perseus hadn't taken action, but Muershi feels that the situation isn't as dull as it seems.
Wen Ying pushes Muershi's face away with one hand. "I had a ranking match with Wu Shaluo's lackey during lunch." As he speaks, he looks around but doesn't see Wu Shaluo.
Speaking of the devil, Wu Shaluo enters the field accompanied by a few other demons. Upon seeing Wen Ying, he recalls those useless minions who couldn't even defeat a Mirror Demon, and all the excuses they made for themselves.
The bell signaling the start of class rings, and Feng Luo appears on cue, stepping in rhythm with its sound.
Li Jie stood at the front, observing Feng Luo's cold expression as usual, sensing that something was off with him. He whispered to Hu Po standing next to him, "Did anything happen during lunch?"
Hu Po shook his head and turned to ask Scarlet, who was beside him. Scarlet also shook his head. Koroy, the neighboring enchantress fairy, said with a meaningful tone, "Some devils are in for a rough time."
Feng Luo's gaze swept across them, ensuring that everyone was present before he announced, "Run around this playground... thirty laps."
Wen Ying: "??!" Did Feng Luo add an extra zero?
"Wu Shaluo, you, one hundred laps."
Wu Shaluo protested, "Why me?"
Feng Luo looked at him, "It's not easy for us to recruit suitable human teachers. I spent three months in the Human Realm to find only a dozen suitable humans to be your teachers. Don't make my job harder. If he leaves, you'll have to personally go to the Human Realm and find a suitable human teacher for me. I won't do any extra work."
Wen Ying and Wu Fei were astonished; they never expected a devil in the demon world to adhere to such an anti-overtime principle.
Wu Shaluo wore a disgruntled expression, dismissing the matter inwardly. It was just a human teaching how to disguise as a human; there were plenty of humans on the streets in the Human Realm. Anyone could do the job.
He dared not speak up, deciding instead to complain to his grandmother. This academy wasn't solely ruled by Feng Luo, the mighty devil.
Wen Ying struggled to complete the thirty laps, this athletic field being much larger than any track in the human world. Even a regular demon would find thirty laps exhausting, let alone him, a novice in this domain.
On the final lap, Wen Ying almost crawled, collapsing on his knees at the finish line before rolling onto his back, resembling a lifeless dog.
Feng Luo lifted his arm, recalling the cautious words of a human physical education teacher, "You shouldn't lie down immediately after running."
Wen Ying gasped for air, barely managing to whisper, "Tired."
As he spoke, while being pulled up by Feng Luo, the corner of his eye caught sight of a round, white object lurking in the nearby bushes.
"I mentioned earlier that I'd push you to train more," Feng Luo scribbled something in the notebook he held. "During the ranking matches, your combat awareness wasn't strong either. Today, since they're paired up for practice, you'll train with me."
Wen Ying's vision blurred, and he nearly stumbled. For some reason, Belos silently approached the two demons. Wen Ying, exaggerating his act, pretended to fall backward, only to bump into Belos.
Strange, Belos had such a strong presence. How hadn't he noticed him standing there? Startled, Wen Ying quickly moved aside. "Sorry."
Belos, the demon, complained first. "So weak, collapsing after just thirty laps?" 'Collapsing' was a new term from the human world that Belos, with his peculiarly enthusiastic and bloated mind, had casually adopted.
Wen Ying struggled to suppress his urge to retort. Instead, he silently repeated to himself that this guy was handsome, so he shouldn't let their disagreement bother him.
Boros crossed his arms and reluctantly said, "Fine, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll help you with your training."
With that, he stretched his limbs vigorously, then picked up Wen Ying who was attempting to cling onto Feng Luo's arm, and walked towards an open space.
With his workload lightened, Feng Luo had no objections.
As Wen Ying was being pulled along, he noticed the round, white object in the bushes move slightly.
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