Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 47
byChapter 47: Out of Control
The person who heard the movement turned around slowly, their voice deep, like the calm before a storm:
“Why are you here?”
Su Sheng chose not to answer, instead walking forward step by step, but was sharply rebuked the moment he took the first step:
“Don’t come closer!”
Su Sheng didn’t stop, but asked, “Why?”
“Don’t come closer!” The voice was still steady and strong, but if one listened closely, they would detect a hint of pleading and disgust hidden within. “I can’t control myself.”
Su Sheng had already reached the person, but he didn’t touch them rashly. Instead, he stared at them with a complicated expression and asked, “What are you afraid of?”
Up close, he realized the person wasn’t as fine as they had appeared moments ago. The person in front of him was breathing heavily, their hands trembling slightly. When they didn’t reply, Su Sheng continued on his own:
“If you are afraid of hurting me because of this, then I’ll tell you, your worry is unnecessary.”
“If you are afraid that my attitude towards you will worsen because of this, then you don’t need to worry, because my impression of you has already sunk as low as it can go.”
“So you don’t need to worry about anything.”
Su Sheng’s voice flowed smoothly into the man’s ears, like soothing music calming restless elements, though the content was undeniably harsh.
The man said in a low voice, “Enough.”
However, this tactic was clearly effective; the man stopped trembling.
In the darkness, Su Sheng relied on guesswork and proactively reached out to take the man’s hand, which was hanging by his side, intending to lead him away. But instead of grasping his hand, he touched the man’s arm.
The man’s breathing hitched, and a confused voice sounded in his ear: “What are you trying to do?”
Su Sheng calmly took his hand and said, “I’m taking you out for a walk.”
The man disagreed: “I will hurt people.”
Su Sheng said, “With me here, you won’t have the chance.”
A moment later, the man chuckled softly, “Fine.” His tone carried a strange, thought-provoking quality, but since Su Sheng’s hand was squeezed in return, he didn’t dwell on it.
A scorching temperature transmitted through the other party’s palm. Su Sheng maintained a calm expression, but his body stiffened imperceptibly, instantly reminding him of the countless days and nights he had spent holding Lishiel’s hand.
The man seemed oblivious to his reaction. The cabin door opened, and the dazzling white light from the corridor spilled in. Su Sheng instinctively turned his head away.
The next moment, a hand shielded his eyes.
The man asked, “Have you adjusted?”
His eyes had adapted to the bright light. Su Sheng nodded, and the man lowered his hand.
Because of the man’s presence, the surrounding people in the corridor had been cleared out. Only patrol robots moved back and forth.
To leave, they still needed to pass through this long, tunnel-like corridor.
As they walked, Su Sheng noticed the man gripping his hand tighter and tighter, as if struggling to suppress something. Su Sheng asked, “How do you feel right now?”
The man answered with suppressed pain, “I’m fine.”
The voice clearly sounded strained. Su Sheng squeezed back and frowned, saying, “Tell me the truth.”
The man stopped, covering his head with his free hand. His voice was laced with agony and came out haltingly: “My head… hurts badly.”
Headache?
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Su Sheng gently coaxed, “Then what do you want to do right now?”
The man: “…I feel like a part of me doesn’t belong to me anymore.”
Su Sheng immediately realized that the gray matter attached to the man’s soul likely had a controlling effect.
He said flatly, “Little Seven, search the data. Look up everything related to soul control.”
Little Seven, who had been sitting silently on Su Sheng’s shoulder, immediately replied, “Searching data now.”
“Currently known items in the Transmigration Bureau capable of soul manipulation—None.”
Hearing this, a flicker of surprise crossed Su Sheng’s otherwise calm eyes.
Not even recorded in the Bureau? How could this be…?
Little Seven said, sounding wronged:
“Host, I apologize. With Little Seven’s authority, this is all I can find.”
Little Seven’s words seemed to remind him. It might not be that such a thing didn’t exist, but rather that his authority level prevented him from learning more.
The person in front of him was deteriorating rapidly. The man was now painfully crouched on the ground. His suppressed voice floated up from below: “Leave here, quickly.”
Almost the instant the words fell, a brutal mental force exploded like a whirlwind, sweeping towards Su Sheng.
Everyone in the Transmigration Bureau possesses mental power. Mental power is a force originating from the soul. Only those who generate mental power after death are capable of becoming Transmigrators and completing missions.
Su Sheng’s soul had been assessed as having S-rank mental power, yet before this person, it felt like a mayfly.
In this moment, he seemed to understand why this person was classified as highly confidential and why he had been completely unaware of this person’s existence during his years in the Transmigration Bureau.
Su Sheng couldn’t move at all, as his soul was completely suppressed by this force. This tyrannical power wasn’t attacking him yet; it was merely hovering and circling above his head, seemingly probing.
Is it figuring out the best place to bite? A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Su Sheng’s mind.
The stalemate didn’t last long. The man shoved him against the wall, his hand gripping Su Sheng’s neck. His eyes were scarlet, and his mental power clamped down on Su Sheng’s soul, making him terrified to move.
Behind him was a wall as hard as iron, and in front of him was a man who could lose control at any moment. This section of the corridor was sealed off, and the robots here wouldn’t attack the man, so calling for help was useless.
But he had never intended to ask anyone for help anyway.
An unprecedented, intense pressure pierced his soul, but Su Sheng only panicked for a moment before quickly calming down. His mental power, like delicate silk threads, slowly wrapped around the tyrannical force, tracing the power back to its source.
He stared intently at the man, not missing any abnormality on his face.
To his surprise, his mental power smoothly followed the force and found the gray, cloudy substance. Compared to last time, this gray matter mixed with the soul had clearly grown larger.
—This thing is starting to devour the soul?!
Realizing this, Su Sheng’s brow furrowed. At this moment, the man’s eyes were clouded, and he was leaning three-quarters of the way towards Su Sheng. While controlling his mental power to silently approach the gray matter, Su Sheng’s hand had quietly moved to the man’s neck.
A wisp of his mental power attempted to touch the gray matter. The gray matter accepted it readily, moving forward slightly and consuming his mental power as nourishment. The remaining mental power, having approached the man, became tainted with some of his aura. However, this action seemed to alarm the man, and the grip on Su Sheng’s neck tightened.
Su Sheng’s eyes sharpened. The hand near the man’s neck chopped down fiercely.
The man collapsed onto the floor. Su Sheng leaned against the wall, catching his breath. After a moment, Su Sheng injected the wisp of mental power, which he had deliberately lured out and which was now tainted with the man’s aura, into the system.
He said, “Little Seven, search the data again.”
“Data preparation in progress. The Bureau recently confiscated a batch of files from an illegal organization. They mention a special substance capable of infecting the soul, named—”
*Static crackle.*
Su Sheng’s expression darkened. The system was malfunctioning at this critical moment.
The origin of that gray matter must be related to those illegal Transmigrators, but what is their objective?
Stealing secrets?
Harmful actions?
Both are possible.
Su Sheng’s eyes were cold, and also…
There must be an internal mole in the Transmigration Bureau. Who is it?
Transmigration Bureau Conference Room.
Su Sheng faced his superior, Shen Yu, and relayed everything he knew about the gray matter, along with his suspicions.
Shen Yu slowly tapped the desk with his fingertips, and after a long pause, he said, “Your meaning is that to strip the gray matter from the Administrator, we need to start with mental power?”
Su Sheng said gravely, “Correct. Based on my speculation, stripping the gray matter requires three S-rank mental power users working together to first draw it out, and then peel it away.”
Shen Yu nodded and said, “Alright, I will assign three reliable people to you. Including you, that makes four. The higher-ups take this matter very seriously, so we must ensure nothing goes wrong.”
Su Sheng nodded expressionlessly. Shen Yu looked at him with interest and unexpectedly asked, “Don’t you hate him?”
Su Sheng instantly understood the meaning behind the question. Shen Yu was his superior, so knowing the inside story wasn’t strange, but Su Sheng merely said, “For the sake of the Bureau, I will cooperate.”
A hint of surprise flashed across Shen Yu’s face. He waved his hand and said, “Fine, I understand.”
“You may leave.”
As Su Sheng walked away, he knew this plan was ostensibly for the man’s treatment, but in reality, it was meant to lure the snake out of its hole.
Since a solution had been found, this matter would be reported up the chain of command. Given that the perpetrator had the ability to harm that person to this extent, their position within the Transmigration Bureau wouldn’t be low.
He just needed to wait patiently for that day to arrive, and then see who would lose their composure first.
In the rest cabin, the man had woken up and was currently watching Su Sheng.
Previously, due to the gray matter, neither of them had mentioned what happened in the small world. But now that things were quiet, chaotic thoughts surged like a tide.
Su Sheng leaned back in his chair, pretending to nap, but the gaze opposite him was too intensely burning. He initially tried to ignore it, but the steadily climbing mental power stacked up and pressed in around him. After a moment, he couldn’t help but open his eyes and say in a deep voice:
“Withdraw it.”
The restless things lurking in the darkness vanished into thin air with the sound of his voice.
The man leaned against the bed, a faint smile appearing on his pale face: “You never called me by my name.”
Su Sheng couldn’t be bothered to respond and continued to close his eyes, feigning sleep.
“I have a Chinese name. If you don’t like my other name, you can call me this one.”
Evidently, the man was not deterred by Su Sheng’s cold attitude and continued talking to himself.
“The name is—”
Seeing that Lishiel was about to continue, Su Sheng slightly lifted his eyelids and interrupted in a calm tone, “Are you talking to the air?”
Lishiel easily picked up the conversation and smiled, “No, I’m talking to you.”
Su Sheng’s expression turned cold, and he said with slight impatience, “Shut up.”
Silence returned to the room, but that mental power began to stir again.
This time it was even more excessive. Seeing Su Sheng unresponsive, it brazenly attempted to wrap around Su Sheng’s soul.
Su Sheng’s expression completely darkened. As he opened his eyes, his own mental power immediately counterattacked. The feeling was no less than being punched in the face.
But the opposing mental power didn’t retreat; instead, it advanced, enveloping the counterattacking force in a softer manner. It was equivalent to punching someone, and they smiled while rubbing your hand and asking if it hurt.
“Haven’t you had enough?!” Su Sheng slapped the armrest, stood up, and glared at Lishiel.
The man’s appearance was seven parts similar to the Demon King in the small world, especially when he smiled, which brought up Su Sheng’s unbearable memories.
Su Sheng’s expression was very cold. Those memories were like a dull knife slowly grinding his heart—not painful enough, but impossible to forget.
Su Sheng was irritated, and the pressure around him dropped further.
“My head hurts badly,” Lishiel smiled, though loneliness was hidden in his eyes. “Being close to you makes it a little better.”
Su Sheng scrutinized Lishiel, his eyes clearly showing distrust.
“Bear with it. This afternoon, those people will come over.”
After a moment of restraint, Su Sheng spat out this sentence.
Lishiel’s expression dimmed slightly: “Okay.”
In the afternoon, three people arrived at the rest cabin. All had S-rank mental power. They stood in a circle around Lishiel and began the guidance process.
Su Sheng released his mental power to patrol the area, guarding against any unexpected events.
The process went smoothly. Within a soft, white soul light cluster, the gray matter slowly began to move out.
Su Sheng watched calmly, thinking, *Still not showing up?*
Under the guidance of the several people’s mental power, a cloud-like gray substance clung to the surface of the soul light cluster. Just as Su Sheng prepared to take out the device to excise it, a sudden change occurred—
The mental power of the person furthest from Lishiel suddenly went berserk. Almost instantly, the two people next to him collapsed, their faces blank, their eyes vacant.
Their souls had been pierced by mental power while they were completely defenseless.
The first wave of impact was blocked by those two people. Su Sheng took a step back, his expression grave.
It was mental power going out of control, and the out-of-control user was S-rank.