The Domain of Chaos devoured all light. Only Ye Chuan's aura and the demonic energy swirling around the Demon King remained, clashing in the boundless darkness and producing faint, crackling sounds.
"..."
"Interesting."
Ye Chuan felt the voice in his mind growing clearer, as if another version of himself was screaming desperately, making his temples throb violently.
"Don't kill her! She's Angelina!"
"She's not some Demon King! She's the little girl who would wait at the door for you to come home!"
"Did you forget that you promised to protect her forever?!"
A sharp pain exploded from deep within his mind, and Ye Chuan clutched his head.
"Soul Split," Ye Chuan muttered, narrowing his eyes before striking his own body with his palm.
Golden light spilled from his body, intertwining and tearing at a faint trace of white light. Eventually, the white light broke free from its bonds, falling in front of him and condensing into another Ye Chuan.
It was the Ye Chuan from when he had lost his memories.
His eyes were clear and gentle, looking like a completely different person from the current Ye Chuan, who radiated cold killing intent.
"Step aside."
Feeling the noisy voices in his head disappear, Ye Chuan spoke coldly, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion.
The Hero's Sword trembled slightly in his hand. "She is in a weakened state right now. If we miss this chance and wait until the Demon King fully awakens, things will get troublesome."
"I won't!"
The other Ye Chuan spread his arms wide, blocking the path to the Demon King. Even though his body was merely formed of consciousness and as fragile as a piece of paper before Ye Chuan,
"She did nothing wrong! She never wanted to be any Demon King!"
"She didn't want to kill the people of Yisu Town! She clearly hesitated just now! She still has Angelina's consciousness in her heart! We can save her! We definitely can!"
"Save her?"
Ye Chuan sneered, his voice laced with endless mockery.
"Then who will save the people of Yisu Town? Who will save the girls in the Succubus Brothel who managed to survive with such difficulty? What did those people do wrong? Just because she is the Demon King, they deserve to die in vain under that sword strike?!"
He raised a finger, pointing at the flat, scorched earth outside the domain. "Look outside! There is nothing left! Thousands of lives, all gone just because she swung her sword!"
"The Succubus Brothel is gone!"
"The Succubus Brothel is gone!"
"The Succubus Brothel is gone!"
He questioned repeatedly.
At this moment, the other Ye Chuan froze, the color instantly draining from his face.
He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't utter a single word.
"But... you can't blame her..." His voice grew quieter, carrying a sobbing tone.
"She couldn't control herself..."
"A Demon King for a day, a Demon King for a lifetime."
Ye Chuan slowly raised his hand. Black mist surged in his palm, and a longsword appeared out of thin air.
The Demon Sword, Bayana.
"Don't get in the way."
"No!"
The other Ye Chuan lunged forward, trying to stop him.
But his body was just a stream of consciousness, possessing no power at all.
With a flick of his wrist, Ye Chuan drove the Demon Sword straight through his chest.
"Pfft—"
The body formed of consciousness bled no blood; instead, countless tiny white motes of light drifted away from the wound.
The other Ye Chuan looked down at the Demon Sword in his chest, then looked up at Ye Chuan. There was no resentment in his eyes, only endless sorrow and reluctance.
He opened his mouth and, with his last ounce of strength, softly called out:
"Angelina..."
"Please..."
As his voice faded, his body completely turned into a sky full of light motes, continuously dissipating.
A large portion of those light motes fell onto Ye Chuan and merged into his skin.
Ye Chuan stood in place.
He thought that by killing that weak version of himself, he could completely sever all ties. But those warm memories carved into his bones surged up like a tide, impossible to shake off.
"I can't sever the memories..." Ye Chuan took a deep breath, but didn't dwell on it too much.
And all of this was witnessed by the Demon King hovering in midair.
She watched with her own eyes as the Ye Chuan who would smile at her, gently call her name, and protect her behind his back was killed by the other, cold-hearted Ye Chuan.
Those drifting white motes of light, each carrying memories between her and him, pierced her heart like needles.
"Ah—!!!"
The Demon King let out a heart-wrenching roar.
The Demon King's power within her completely erupted. Deep purple demonic energy soared into the sky, dyeing the entire Domain of Chaos pitch black!
A terrifying pressure swept across the entire domain, making even Ye Chuan's Domain of Chaos tremble violently!
Yet despite this, with Ye Chuan's level of strength, he remained largely unaffected.
But—
Angelina had completely demonized.
The Demon King, who still retained a sliver of Angelina's consciousness, had completely vanished after seeing Ye Chuan kill the version of himself that loved her.
All that remained was a true world-destroying Demon King, filled with hatred and pain.
Ye Chuan froze for a moment, revealing a thoughtful expression. "..."
"You've got to be kidding."
He hadn't expected that killing his original self would become the last straw that broke Angelina.
At this moment, the Demon King slowly raised her hand, and the black flames on the Demon King Sword burned even more fiercely.
She looked at Ye Chuan, and for the first time, clear hatred appeared in her emotionless eyes.
"You killed him."
Her voice was as hoarse as grinding gravel, carrying apocalyptic fury.
"Then you can die with him."
"It's hard to say who will die," Ye Chuan said indifferently, the Hero's Sword in his other hand emitting a faint glow.
It contained a trace of the Hero's power. Ye Chuan wasn't sure if it could defeat the Demon King before him.
But how would he know without trying?
[Name: Demon King Angelina
Demon King of the Aether Continent, Lord of Absolute Death
Strength: Tier 10
Skills—
Demon King's Demise: Applies a 100% lethal effect to touched objects of equal or lower tier. Cannot be immunized, evaded, or restored.
Demon King's Protection: Passively invincible. Can only be damaged by the Hero and Hero-related skills. Immune to lethal effects.
Demon King's Armor: Absorbs 100% of the vitality and mana from dead creatures in the vicinity.
Absolute Domination: Possesses 100% commanding effect over the Demon Race.
...]
The familiar status panel appeared before Ye Chuan. The question marks originally belonging to the Demon King had turned into Angelina's name.
Looking at the emotionless, white-haired Demon King in front of him, Ye Chuan looked around before his gaze finally landed on the Hero's Sword in his hand.
Perhaps because the timeline he traveled to was different, the Hero's Sword here was actually stronger than it would be a thousand years in the future, meaning it contained a trace of the Hero's power.
"Crack." A shattering sound echoed.
Ye Chuan forcibly shattered the Hero's Sword in his hand, ultimately turning it into an orb of light.
The next moment, the power of Chaos surged forth, directly devouring the origin of that trace of Hero's power.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
