Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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The six-armed serpent demon warned: "I didn't even know I'd been tricked. Also, watch out for Demogorgon."

She couldn't understand.

What do you mean by this?

I will take back everything I stole, you thief.

The six-armed serpent demon glared at her resentfully: "Before that, Demogorgon is not allowed to succeed, you fool!"

She wanted to ask more questions.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt throughout my body, and I was thrown back by an invisible force.

In the last second before losing consciousness, she looked down and saw the crimson water shatter into pieces, breaking apart like a mirror.

Ivy Beatrice, lying on the deck mattress, suddenly opened her eyes.

The star-studded night sky reflected in his emerald green vertical pupils, painting his jade-like eyes with a deep, dark hue.

"Do demons dream too?" she murmured to herself.

Recalling the unusually vivid dream, Ivy Beatrice's face turned grim. She closed her eyes again, focusing her attention on the mental illusion, and reopened the seemingly useless system panel.

Looking at the still-bright "Natural Champion" in the dual-profession column, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Diraz did not disappear; it remained hidden within the magic core, or rather, within this demonic body.

Perhaps because she was too weak or for some other reason, she just watched silently as I absorbed souls for her and slowly repaired her.

This explains why, after collecting so many souls, her demonic body suddenly became uncontrollable and impatiently consumed souls to restore itself.

Because it actually has another owner.

Her heart was pounding.

—Perhaps the moment when the demonic body was fully restored should have been the moment when the six-armed serpent demon Diraz was reborn, replaced me, and regained control of this body.

—But something went wrong. Why?

She sighed inwardly and reluctantly came up with an answer.

Because of Demogorgon.

Among the many souls absorbed, Squad Leader El had preemptively devoured Demogorgon's "jewel." Although it was a small amount, his soul had already been infected by Demogorgon.

The unintentional absorption of this trace of the Demon Lord's power not only repaired the demon's body but also prevented Diraz's resurrection.

If that's the case, I might have already been marked by Demogorgon, and might even have become a puppet of the Demon Lord like Patrick and the others.

"In this way..."

Her expression turned strange, and she muttered to herself, "Am I living in a joke? Like that joke about mortgaging the same house to two predatory lenders at the same time..."

This is a joke from Earth's past life.

The story goes that a cunning and unscrupulous man mortgaged his house to two predatory lenders simultaneously, obtaining a large sum of money at exorbitant interest rates. Both lenders were after his property. However, his shady dealings led to a conflict between the two lenders. Neither was willing to relinquish the house to the other, nor would they compromise. In the end, the cunning man not only didn't repay his loans but also continued to live safely in his house.

This is just a joke, of course.

If anyone actually followed this method to swindle money from predatory lenders, they would probably have been reincarnated long ago.

This anecdote merely represents the complex yet simple feelings that people on Earth in their past lives had towards predatory lending schemes: hatred, yet also a yearning.

Ivy Beatrice remained silent, gazing into the distance.

She gazed at the night sky and took a deep breath to clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts that were troubling her even more than those thoughts.

But she was at a loss.

—Perhaps by using Haisrati's head, we can glean more information about Demogorgon's power and thus deal with the delirious Delaz.

She shook her head.

Drinking poison to quench thirst.

But there was no other way.

But at that moment, she frowned: a light suddenly appeared on the distant sea.

This is a very old wooden sailboat, which looks like it has been on the water for at least thirty years.

The light Ivy Beatrice saw from afar was a lantern held by a lizardman dressed as a sailor on a wooden sailboat.

At this moment, the lizardman stood by the ship, holding the old kerosene lamp high, peering down with his head held high.

The lights illuminated a small patch of sea beside the ship's side.

The lizardman sailor looked down at the water, then turned and waved. Two other sailors came from the deck behind him, carrying a heavy sack. One was an Enserman, and the other was also a lizardman.

The sack kept twisting and turning, making a stammering sound.

With a "plop," the sack was thrown into the sea.

The three looked down and saw that after a burst of bubbles, the water surface was calm and still.

Author's note: I have something to do at home tomorrow, so I'll be taking a day off.

Chapter 87 The Medusa of the Shamate

Rain at sea can come suddenly.

In the middle of the night, Ivy Beatrice was awakened by the raindrops falling on her body and face. She got up reluctantly, put away the slightly damp cushions, and walked sleepily toward the cabin.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a half-figure on the left side of the trimaran.

With a slight thought, a projection identical to herself appeared on the left hull of the ship.

Looking down through the projection.

Ivy Beate saw a dark, indistinct figure clinging desperately to the port side of the ship beneath her projected image. The figure was curled up, its lower body submerged in water, motionless, seemingly dead. The figure she had seen earlier on the main deck was actually this person's upper body and two arms.

What intrigued her was that something was wriggling on the man's head; upon closer inspection, she discovered it was covered in live venomous snakes.

"Medusa..."

she said softly.

A head full of snake hair... Only Medusa, that strange monster race, could possess this physical characteristic.

However, based on her knowledge, Medusas had always lived in places like swamps on land, and she had never heard of them appearing in the sea.

Ivy Beatrice quickly gave up on pursuing the matter.

She was a lazy person, lacking curiosity about anything, and the presence of Delaz in her mind and the remaining Demogorgon power in her body was enough to make her feel uneasy.

She tilted her head slightly and activated "mind control" through projection.

The next second, the unconscious Medusa was enveloped in telekinesis, floated up, and flipped in the air.

Now Ivy Beatrice can see her face clearly.

This Medusa is very beautiful. However, the head full of writhing venomous snakes detracts from her beauty. These snakes aren't just one species: some are thick, some thin, some round, some flat; some are red, some green, some shimmering with golden light. They vary in length, like countless intertwined braids, extending and dancing haphazardly in all directions.

Upon seeing her hairstyle, the reborn person couldn't help but recall a long-forgotten term: "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and outlandish fashion).

The thought sent a chill down her spine.

Suddenly, Medusa coughed twice, spat out a mouthful of water, her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes, eyes capable of petrifying other creatures.

"Oh my god, thank you for saving me..."

She spoke weakly, catching her breath, and forced a weary smile at the projector: "Excuse me, could you—"

The next second, the unfinished words turned into a scream.

Ivy Beatrice watched with satisfaction as Medusa, under the influence of "mind control," flew away like lightning into the distance.

Watching her uneven, emo-style snake hair whip up behind her head like cannonballs streaking across the sky, the six-armed snake demon couldn't help but recall a beloved poem from his past life:

I left quietly.

Just as I came quietly;

I shook my head.

Without getting rid of this huge psychological trauma...

After a long while, a splash was heard from a great distance.

Ivy Beatrice twisted her neck, dispelling the "projection spell".

The Medusa race's innate "petrifying gaze" ability is very troublesome; it can permanently turn the other person into a stone by making eye contact.

To save this person, it would be necessary to place her in the cabin.

Although his own demonic body was incredibly strong and could withstand the "petrifying gaze," the others—Raphael the Terrorclaw, the two bubbles, and the bears Gugu and Gugu—could all be in mortal danger.

So, sorry, bye-bye.

However, with a ripple of teleportation magic, Ivy Beatrice saw the soaking wet, punk-haired girl roll out of the oval portal created by the teleportation magic "Anywhere Door." A lobster was entangled in one of her snake-like hairs.

On the other side of the portal was pitch-black seawater.

The punk rocker screamed and raised his hands: "No, no, no—"

Another missile launched under the control of the mind.

Once again, the "Anywhere Door" appears.

"A treasure! I know of a great treasure—"

The flight of a cannonball controlled by the mind.

Anywhere door.

"please--"

The flight of a cannonball controlled by the mind.

Anywhere door.

"I can give you a very powerful professional inheritance—"

The flight of a cannonball controlled by the mind.

Anywhere door.

"I can control it—"

The flight of a cannonball controlled by the mind.

Anywhere door.

"The target of the petrified gaze!"

This time, Ivy Beatrice didn't use mind control again.

The punk girl, teleported back to the deck for the Nth time, screamed and spat out water, almost crying: "I can control it, I really can control it! My wand is almost out of magic, if it happens again I'm going to drown, sister, oh my god!"

A few minutes later, Medusa, the punk girl, wrapped in a blanket, sat timidly in the cabin.

The punk-style girl, wearing an eye patch, groped around in front of her, picked up a wooden bowl of meat soup, and sipped it slowly. Bubbles, Gu Xiong, and Xiong Gu surrounded her, curiously watching the venomous snakes wriggling on her head.

"Oh my goodness."

The punk girl finished the broth completely before sighing, "Finally, I'm alive..." She suddenly reached up and touched the snake-like hair on her head. "Hey, Glasses, what are you doing? Oh my god, you dared to bite me!"

Before he could finish speaking, the snake venom took effect.

The girl with the "emo" style of fashion felt her tongue go numb, and then her body went limp as she fell forward, her face slamming onto the table with a "thud".

Ivy Beatrice recognized it; the glasses were the cobra above her left ear.

Just now, the mischievous bear Gu used natural magic to make a vine grow from the edge of the wooden bowl, and then manipulated the vine to play with each of Medusa's snake hairs.

The one with glasses was one of the more irritable ones. It immediately swelled its neck to intimidate the vine when it was slightly provoked.

Seeing this, Xiong Gu perked up immediately. Its big eyes widened as it repeatedly teased the snake with vines, causing the snake's eyes to swell and shrink repeatedly. Finally, unable to bear the harassment any longer, the cobra snapped in anger and bit down hard on the nearest object. Just then, the punk girl reached out her hand, instantly leaving two black, bloody holes in her index finger.

The punk girl, slapped face down on the table after being poisoned by her own snake-like hair, burst into tears.

Her nosebleed and saliva flowed uncontrollably onto the table, and her full head of snake hair lay limp and sprawled on the table.

Realizing he had caused trouble, Xiong Gu quickly ducked his large head under the table. The vines withered instantly with his movement and detached from the wooden bowl.

Ivy Beatrice looked up at the sky speechlessly, then used her "mind control" to grab a snake's head and pull up the head of the punk girl. Blue Bubble brought over a first-aid kit, took out a bottle of antidote, and fed it to her.

A few seconds later, the antidote took effect.