Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

Reina stared intently at Midel, wanting to see the changes in Midel's expression. She wanted to see fear, resistance, even anger in Midel's eyes.

But she saw none of these emotions.

Instead, Reina saw that Midel felt genuine joy at her suicidal request.

"I obey your command, Your Majesty."

At that moment, Reina suddenly thought that maybe Midel had grown up.

The demon race's grand meeting had been an embarrassment for Midel, but she had seized glory in the end. Perhaps during this process, she had come to realize that the demon race was indeed supreme.

She had rediscovered the sense of pride belonging to the demon race.

Of course, Reina wouldn't jump to conclusions easily.

"I look forward to your performance."

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Unknown version, unknown region.

Inside an ordinary civil building, a body of immense size began to shrink.

The countless faces stitched onto the body all began to contract and compress.

At last, the sewn body actually shrunk to the size of a normal person.

Not long after receiving a certain message, the originally happy times of the sewn body came to an abrupt end.

"Damn! Damn damn damn! My mother wasn't like you, you bitch! You bitch!"

The woman who had been brought in to play "Wang Shufen," the mother, was torn to pieces in the room the next second.

The man playing the father, "Zhou Zeshui," got scared when he saw this scene and dropped out of his "acting" role; under genuine emotion, the sewn body saw fear in his eyes!

"No, it's not like this! My parents were never afraid of me! They loved me! You poor excuse of an impersonator! Die die die die die die die die!!"

Each utterance of "die" was a slashing blow. How many abilities the sewn body had, even it couldn't remember.

"Her" "mother's" head was twisted off and then completely torn to pieces.

"His" father was also sliced again and again into pieces.

Ever since the memories had been implanted, the sewn body had been sick... those beautiful memories that never belonged to him, tormented him like an addiction.

He would always find people to play his parents.

To reenact those figures, Wang Shufen and Zhou Zeshui from the memories.

But those he found were people long ravaged by the apocalypse, so how could they perform the tranquility of the peace times?

Therefore, playing the parents of the sewn body became the most dangerous occupation among the sewn body's servants.

Of course, the sewn body usually left a complete corpse.

The reason for his rage today was that not long ago the sewn body had learned that the Land of No Light was destroyed and the mystical treasures taken.

This left the sewn body seething with anger.

So the punishment of those playing the sewn body's parents wasn't entirely due to their acting skills.

The sewn body's form started to expand out slowly again.

"I will find you! No matter who you are! You stole my mommy and daddy, but I will find you!"

In the distorted beliefs of the sewn body, Wang Shufen and Zhou Zeshui had become his own parents.

Instead, the person who had exchanged memories with him became a thief of his happiness.

That was the sewn body's logic.

"Mommy, daddy... don't leave me behind, don't leave me! Hehehehe hahahahaha... I'm going to kill you! Kill you all!"

The mad ramblings and laughter made even those who had long been enslaved by the sewn body's mindset feel terror.

The sewn body's fury eventually calmed down:

"Eternal Night, that trash, is dead, but there must still be some clues left in the Land of No Light. I want to see who it is that defeated Eternal Night!"

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Unknown version, unknown region.

In a vast arena lay the corpses of hundreds of demon race experts.

They were piled up in the arena, emitting a rotting stench.

If other elite members of the demon race saw the scene in the arena, they would be utterly puzzled, even feel their honor shattered.

Because in this glorious arena, where the corpses of the demon race experts lay everywhere, the ones alive were three humans.

"Number Two... can you stop calling people freaks every time you kill them? It's getting really annoying."

"Squawking non-stop, as if you look any better, always insulting people by calling them freaks."

The girl with the bun hairstyle licked the blood at the corner of her mouth, realizing it was the blood of a flame demon, which seemed to burn her taste buds, so she spit furiously.

Zhou Shou turned his head, tilting it as he looked at the actually cute-looking woman:

"Freak, you're the one who talks too much."

The girl was furious:

"Who are you calling a freak?! Damn you, Zhou Shou! I'm going to duel you!"

"Just a Number Three, and you dare to challenge me? Ah, your ugly face could indeed affect my performance, yeah, I'd probably be too grossed out to even draw my sword, so I give up, freak. You win at being the ugliest in the world!"

Zhou Shou turned away, no longer looking at the girl. The girl also fell silent suddenly.

Because she was surprised at how slick Zhou Shou had become with his insults. Trapped in the Land of No Light for several years... had the night demons trained his tongue?

Annoyed, she stomped her foot; so frustrating, she couldn't out-argue this brute.

At that moment, Number One spoke up:

"Don't fight, don't fight, everyone should be nice to each other, we're all good friends here."

His gentle words, wearing glasses, along with his scholarly appearance, made him look like the big brother of the three, with one problem little brother and one problem little sister to take care of.

It looked that way indeed, if only... he hadn't suddenly let out a belch after he smiled.

Seeing the demonic corpse behind Number One reduced to bones, Zhou Shou still refrained from retorting that Number One was also a freak.