Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The bell's melody gradually became soothing and melodic, though it was still loud.

People were trapped in immense shock and grief, their thoughts slowly separating from past memories, gradually sobering up bit by bit from the sadness.

The soap bubbles had completely burst, and the great statue of Boluke had collapsed.

Inside the temple, Boluke found its connection to the Divine Endowment severed.

It couldn't believe this...

It was of mixed demon blood, but neither the identity of a succubus nor an incubus could bring her great combat power.

Only those with silver hair lineage could possibly achieve high levels of combat strength.

Now, Aiou and Luo Zan, having been charmed into becoming two terrified demons, had been defeated...

All Boluke could think of was one thing—to notify its mother, Reina.

But the resounding bell had already shattered the foundation of the Land of Joy.

This vast floating island began to slowly sink, at a very slow pace, like a great ship being sunk by an iceberg.

Meanwhile... with all the soap bubbles shattered, "the magic of Desire" had disappeared.

The beauty that once led people astray slowly revealed its true appearance.

Those who disappeared in Area B reappeared in an ugly, unfamiliar form.

The crowd immediately erupted in terrified screams.

Those who indulged in Area A were aware, to some extent, of what was happening in Area B.

But they had lost the ability to think amid the joy; they believed whatever Boluke said.

To destroy a person who has suffered greatly, the world need not impose greater suffering, but rather the very things they yearn for.

Desire caused everyone to lose their backbone and courage.

The future?

When I don't even have the present, how can I consider the future?

This was the true inner thought of every person wallowing in Desire Island.

What does it matter to go to Area B? As long as one can indulge daily, sinking into such happiness every day is enough.

It's like telling a person that their body is degrading during the process of indulgence, and if they do not discipline themselves to make things as hard as possible, their body will eventually be problematic.

Very few can actually do this.

Self-discipline has always been a scarce attribute.

Indulgence and decay are always the easiest paths.

Time doesn't let a person directly see what they will become in the future. But as the magic of Desire Island broke, Areas A and B began to overlap—the scenes of Area B started to emerge.

The beautiful floating island began to sink, and the ground turned into a burnt-red color like scorched earth.

The statue also revealed its true succubus form.

Although it was extremely beautiful, the innate fear of demons in everyone's heart was awakened by the statue.

The most terrifying were the people who suddenly appeared, who had disappeared in Area B.

Can they still be considered human?

This skin blackened as if charred, these bodies so thin as if only the skeleton remained...

And the incredibly sorrowful wails they emitted, akin to the hungry ghosts howling in hell.

Those in Area A could never imagine what kind of torment one had to endure to end up like this.

And if they continued to indulge in Area A, allowing emotions other than joy to be continuously squeezed out by happiness, they too would one day... end up like this.

Only after seeing the future selves did the people truly feel scared.

"Where is the so-called Land of Joy?"

"It's nothing but an extreme overdraft on the future."

At this moment, people finally realized how horrifying it was to enter Area B.

The satisfaction of enjoying food in Area A might cost someone in Area B several times that amount of "hunger" to provide.

Any "happiness" enjoyed in Area A would be doubled in repayment in Area B.

But they couldn't even express this pain; they just had to keep laughing.

At this moment, the people of Area B were finally liberated.

The people in Area A no longer blamed or cursed. Seeing the scenes of Area B, they were frightened.

Of course, perhaps deep down they were still resentful; history is not short of shortsighted individuals.

But when all was said and done, what could they do?

Indeed, this was a question, and a look of bewilderment shone on everyone's face.

But this time, they had to find the answers themselves.

Zhou Baiyu kept tolling the bell.

He had lost count of how many times he had struck it.

When he came to his senses, the giant orb of light had vanished, and the hammer had completed its mission of shattering a kingdom.

The entire "Land of Joy" began to show the signs of an S-rank decay zone.

This world has no heaven, but there must be a hell.

Looking back from the top of the staircase at the sinking island—

Zhou Baiyu saw countless insignificant, pitiable humans.

He finally understood what it was like for the gods above the clouds to look down upon humanity.

The deities above the clouds couldn't even see a speck of dust from hell, which was an arrogant and detestable perspective.

Fortunately, the world was beginning to sink, eventually returning to the sea, the origin of all things.

Even the bell, too, was sinking toward the ocean floor.

Luckily, the descent was slow, and if a passage was found, there was enough time to evacuate the people before the island plunged into the deep sea.

Zhou Baiyu felt as if all his strength were about to be exhausted.

But this time, since he had hardly used his mutation, the pessimism of the great precursor Mel gave him power beyond what he had had before.