Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 “Are you trying to die? Are you…

Su Sheng walked the path leading to the Forbidden Land of the Abyss, a place even demons were reluctant to tread.

Three days ago, he had used a potion to drug Lishiel, temporarily sealed the Demon Horn inside him with his remaining meager magic, and then headed to the underground black market of the Abyss.

That place had long since been rebuilt.

The underground black market was bustling with demons coming and going. Su Sheng touched his lower abdomen, where enough liquid was stored that he shouldn’t be affected by the onset period for a short time.

He walked along the path, wearing a black cloak and a werewolf mask, his ears keenly catching the conversations of passing demons.

“Did you hear? I bought a piece of good news, and it concerns the Demon King.”

“News about the Demon King?! What is it?”

“Buy me this drink and I’ll tell you.”

“Hurry up, what is the news?”

“The Demon King turned the former Saint Son into a succubus and imprisoned him in the castle!”

Su Sheng’s steps shifted, and he walked toward the two demons.

They were two large, muscular werewolves, sitting at a roadside table, drinking and resting, chatting about nothing but how the pure Saint Son had been subdued and played with by the Lord of the Abyss.

Su Sheng walked over and tapped the table. A pair of purple eyes met the werewolves’ confused sidelong glances. A faint voice sounded, “Where did you buy your information?”

“Why should I tell you?” one werewolf said dismissively. “What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you a drink.” He casually wiped the hand that had just touched the table and raised his head slightly. “I heard the Flandi here tastes excellent.”

The two werewolves’ eyes instantly lit up. “Is that the fine wine worth a thousand gold coins, the one that increases magic power with just a drop?!”

Beneath the mask, Su Sheng curved his lips. “Don’t you want to drink it?”

“We do.” The two werewolves said almost impatiently. “We’ll take you to Toro right now. It’s the largest information exchange in the entire Abyss.”

Toro was not far from here, but its location was extremely hidden. If not for someone familiar with the area leading the way, it might take three days to find it.

Upon arriving at Toro, one of the werewolves said, “This is the place. As long as you have sufficiently rare resources, any information can be exchanged.”

“Little succubus, where is the thing you promised us?”

Su Sheng unhurriedly pulled a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to the werewolf. “You can verify its authenticity.”

The werewolf twisted open the cap right there, and the rich aroma of the wine instantly spilled out, attracting the attention of many passing demons, some even showing greed.

The werewolf quickly sniffed it and tucked it into his embrace, but facing the covetous stares of the other demons, he took it out again and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Su Sheng, who had reached the doorway, retracted his peripheral gaze and whispered, “Three, two, one.”

As his voice fell, and as he stepped onto the first stair, two thuds of heavy objects falling echoed behind him, amidst the bewildered expressions of the surrounding demons.

“It’s poisoned.” A watching demon withdrew its greedy gaze, instantly replacing its look toward the figure in the black cloak with deep apprehension.

The surrounding demons instantly understood, and some who had harbored lustful thoughts quickly scurried away.

After ascending three floors, Su Sheng presented an item. This item, along with everything else he possessed, was actually taken from the castle.

He was led into a secret door. After walking through a long corridor, a gear castle appeared. This was where Toro truly traded rare information.

An old demon wearing glasses sat at the counter and slowly glanced at Su Sheng, saying, “You just violated the rules of the underground trade.”

Su Sheng nodded faintly, not denying that he had tampered with the traded item during the exchange, killing the two demons.

But Su Sheng didn’t care. Instead, he pushed the item in his hand forward, his tone steady, as if he wasn’t worried at all that the other party would refuse the transaction because of this.

“Are you sure you want to turn down this deal?”

When the old demon saw the item in the box, his pupils contracted. He tremblingly took off his glasses. “This is, this is the Divine Wood Holy Water from the Beartos Mountains that can cure any poison in the world and grant new life to any creature?! You went there?!”

The old demon asked in shock, his gaze toward him changing, as if Su Sheng were some kind of freak.

Indeed, in the demon’s eyes, how could a succubus safely leave the Beartos Mountains and even obtain such a rare item?

Su Sheng neither admitted nor denied it.

Although he wasn’t sure why that bottle of Divine Wood Holy Water, which should have been shattered, appeared in Lishiel’s study, protected by layers of high-level magic arrays. He had spent a lot of effort and time to obtain this Holy Water.

“You can verify its authenticity,” Su Sheng said.

“No need. Holy Water cannot be faked, nor can it be poisoned,” the old demon slowly said. “What information do you want?”

Su Sheng’s tone was calm, but the hand hidden beneath the cloak slowly clenched as he asked, “I want to know where the God of Light is sleeping.”

This sentence greatly astonished the demon before him. A sharp gaze swept over. “What are you trying to do?”

Su Sheng looked coldly at the demon and slowly tapped the table, reminding him, “You are violating the rules of the transaction.”

After a moment of silence, the old demon held up his glasses and said, “I apologize, this is a very ancient matter, and we do not know.”

Su Sheng’s heart sank. If even this place didn’t know, where else could he find information?

How was he supposed to complete this mission?

Was he really going to die without a trace, without value, in a declining world, just like those failed Transmigrators?

But then the old demon spoke again: “Although we don’t know, very few people in this world know that the Abyss is not only connected to the continent.”

“There is also a place, the far western reaches of the Abyss, where even demons are unwilling to tread. There is no life there, only death.”

“That place is cursed.”

The old demon’s terrifying tone still echoed in his ears, but Su Sheng said flatly, “Thank you.”

Su Sheng pulled the hood of his cloak tighter, covering himself completely, and left quickly. It seemed highly likely that the God of Light was sleeping there.

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Gathering his thoughts, Su Sheng pulled out the compass the old demon had given him before leaving and headed west.

The further west he went, the fewer creatures there were. This place was indeed a land of death, as the demon had said.

Only such a dense, materialized aura of death could keep the God of Light in a deep slumber.

Ten days later, Su Sheng found an altar in this desolate place.

The altar was buried under thick dust. If the wind hadn’t exposed a corner, it might have gone completely unnoticed.

The altar beneath his feet was large. After Su Sheng cleared the dust from it, he traced the patterns on the altar and realized that its purpose was not for sacrifice, but for sealing.

The technique was exactly the same as the one used to seal Bia, only more advanced.

Su Sheng lowered his eyes faintly, a guess already forming in his mind.

It seemed that the only way to awaken the God of Light was to break the seal. Su Sheng stroked the altar, closing his eyes to quietly sense the sealing magic array generated by dark magic.

Fortunately, he had previously read a book in Bia’s memory, the Magic Array Atlas, which documented how to use light magic to break various sealing magic arrays. Now was the perfect time to use it.

Su Sheng lowered his gaze, but he had already been transformed into a succubus and lost the qualification to use light magic.

Unless…

Su Sheng slowly pulled out a dagger and aimed it at his wrist.

Unless he used his own blood. The power of light in his blood was still present.

The only thing Su Sheng worried about was whether the blood in this body would be enough. If it wasn’t, and the seal was only half-opened, what would be consumed would be his life force.

Suddenly, Su Sheng’s expression turned grim. A faint, ethereal emptiness spread upward from his lower abdomen.

The seal on the Demon Horn was loosening.

He frowned, his cloak tossed to the ground, revealing his white robes.

On the black altar, the white-robed Saint Son repeatedly cut his wrist. Crimson blood flowed in streams into the altar, deepening the patterns on it.

Su Sheng’s face was pale, and his vision was darkening in waves, but his eyes were incredibly resolute.

As the blood flow intensified, he could no longer maintain a sitting posture and had to lie on the altar, his wrist hanging limply at his side.

The golden patterns on the Demon Horn inside him grew fainter and fainter until they vanished. An uncontrollable, immense craving instantly dominated his body.

Su Sheng stared blankly at his scabbing wrist. He could feel his life force rapidly draining away.

The black Demon Horn residing within Su Sheng lost its luster.

When Lishiel finally arrived, this was the scene he witnessed: the white-robed Saint Son lying in a pool of blood, like a helpless swan struggling in the mud.

Panic squeezed his heart, and a sense of suffocation washed over him. Lishiel’s eyes were bloodshot. Disregarding his image, he rushed toward Su Sheng, roaring furiously, “Are you trying to die? Are you trying to permanently turn into a succubus?!”

Author’s Note: [Three-colored cat head] What will happen after the God of Light wakes up in the next chapter?