Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 46

The object lying on the floor was the ring he had left at Bia’s house.

The ring, once dull and tarnished, was now polished to a brilliant shine, and the rhomboid gem embedded with light magic sparkled brightly.

It was clear how much the owner cherished this ring.

Lishiel, who had stumbled by the bed, looked panicked. He didn’t even bother to stand up, instead scrambling on his knees toward the ring. He carefully picked it up, wiped it on his clothes, and then clenched it tightly in his palm.

Su Sheng watched this scene, his heart instantly filled with mixed emotions.

He threw off the covers and approached Lishiel. Lishiel looked up at him. Su Sheng scrutinized the man. This man no longer possessed his former arrogance or the habitual teasing glint in his eyes. There was only confusion, pain, and endless regret.

Su Sheng met those eyes, and the emotions hidden within seemed capable of swallowing him whole. He expressionlessly covered Lishiel’s eyes with his right hand, his calm gaze falling on Lishiel’s brow. His left index finger touched that spot.

A mass of gray matter was tightly intertwined with the soul light cluster, inseparable.

Su Sheng took out the device, attempting to separate the soul from the gray matter, but the device’s red light swept over it without any change.

It was useless.

Su Sheng asked himself, should he just kill this person and take the soul cluster back?

Just then, Lishiel seemed to realize what was happening. His hands gripped Su Sheng’s tightly, his voice trembling and chaotic:

“You, you came back.”

Lishiel’s lips were subtly shaking, as if he wanted to smile, yet he was clearly crying. Su Sheng didn’t know why he didn’t pull his hand away, choosing instead to quietly observe the man. In the past, this person would have smiled and pulled him into an embrace, then kissed him regardless of his wishes, simply to satisfy himself.

But now, perhaps due to the loss of part of his soul, Lishiel looked as innocent as a child, his emotions displayed openly on his face.

His panic, hidden remorse, and cautious probing were all visible to Su Sheng.

Su Sheng said flatly, “Let go.”

But after saying this, Su Sheng frowned. Lishiel wasn’t gripping him tightly, so why hadn’t he simply pulled his hand away just now?

Su Sheng was about to withdraw his hand, but the command seemed to remind Lishiel, and his grip tightened further.

“You came back,” Lishiel reiterated, a trace of weariness showing on his once spirited face. His hand stroked Su Sheng’s, treating it with immense reverence.

Su Sheng: “Let—”

“I’m sorry.”

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

Astonishment appeared on Su Sheng’s face. A moment later, Su Sheng reacted, letting out a scoff: “Sorry?”

He pulled his hand away mercilessly, ignoring the look of extreme panic in Lishiel’s eyes. Su Sheng looked coldly at Lishiel:

“My mission is to kill you, so don’t resist.”

He had expected Lishiel to obediently offer his neck, as he hadn’t resisted before, but this time, upon hearing the words, fear like a tidal wave drowned Lishiel’s eyes.

He did not comply with Su Sheng’s wish, instead retreating a few steps.

Su Sheng’s expression chilled. He pulled a dagger from his waist. He had brought it from the Transmigration Bureau to ensure the mission’s smooth completion.

Since Lishiel was unwilling to die, for Su Sheng, it simply meant a little more trouble.

Lishiel’s pale lips uttered a few words: “I don’t want to die.”

Su Sheng coldly raised his hand, the dagger aimed straight for Lishiel’s heart. He said, “I don’t have time to waste talking to you.”

Despite losing part of his soul and appearing childlike, Lishiel’s movements were still agile. Every flash of movement precisely dodged the stabbing dagger. Without harming Su Sheng, Lishiel unknowingly drew closer.

During this time, Lishiel’s demeanor gradually became frantic, and he kept muttering, “I don’t want to die, I can’t die.”

The moment the two exchanged blows again, Lishiel finally exposed a flaw. Su Sheng, his face cold, stabbed forward. Just as he was about to twist the blade, Lishiel grabbed his arm and yanked him closer. The dagger plunged solidly into Lishiel’s arm, but Lishiel seemed not to feel it, pulling Su Sheng into an embrace.

By now, the dagger had fallen to the floor.

Su Sheng struggled, but couldn’t break free. A hint of mockery appeared in his expression. He had been fooled again. It was ridiculous. How could he think that someone who had lost part of their soul would become pure and innocent?

The flaw was fake, everything was fake.

Lishiel buried his head in Su Sheng’s neck, murmuring, “I don’t want to die, I can’t die.”

Su Sheng was trapped in the embrace, unable to move. He could only mock, “Why have you become so afraid of death?”

Su Sheng didn’t know if Lishiel heard him, but he heard Lishiel begin to ramble incoherently: “I can’t die. If I die, I’ll never see Norton again. He will come back, he will come back for me…”

“I will wait. No, no, no, I don’t want to wait anymore. Just let me die. Why can’t I die? Why won’t you let me die?”

His voice gradually lowered.

“Norton, please, just see me?”

Su Sheng froze. Then he slowly understood the reason Lishiel didn’t want to die.

Lishiel held him tightly from behind, like a drowning person clinging to driftwood.

Blood dripped steadily from the soaked clothes. The dagger was at their feet, and Lishiel’s strength gradually slackened. Logically, Su Sheng should break free from Lishiel’s embrace, quickly pick up the dagger, and stab him.

But Su Sheng just stood there, motionless and silent, like a wooden carving.

Having seemingly said what he needed to say, Lishiel gradually quieted down. His head rested gently against the back of Su Sheng’s head, his face buried in the black hair.

At this moment, Su Sheng’s mind was extremely chaotic. He looked at his empty right hand, which was still stained with blood—Lishiel’s blood—carrying a scorching heat that seemed to want to erode through his skin and into his heart.

Too many emotions churned in his chest.

Annoying.

Su Sheng frowned, thinking only of that single word.

A moment later, the alarm device in his mind sounded. This was the final deadline the Transmigration Bureau had given him upon descending. If he exceeded this time limit without completing the mission, he would be instantly erased.

He slowly broke free from Lishiel’s embrace. Under Lishiel’s bewildered gaze, he picked up the dagger and plunged it in without hesitation.

The device automatically appeared in Su Sheng’s palm, collecting the final fragment of soul mixed with the gray matter.

Agent 007 circled him, transforming into countless shapes, like a proud child showing off to someone nearby, gloating as if to say, “Look, this is my omnipotent Host, who can easily handle even an SSS-level danger mission.”

It was known that this mission was not only dangerous but also unique. Descending into an endangered world rated SSS-level danger and lacking a male lead, he had to constantly bear the risk of world collapse. Furthermore, he couldn’t even bring a system, forced to complete the mission like a blind man feeling an elephant. This was why no employee of the Transmigration Bureau dared to accept the task.

Finally, the higher-ups issued an order, specifically assigning Agent 007 to complete the mission, because no one else could handle it except for this person.

Su Sheng stared at the device in his hand until the robot who had walked out of the cabin earlier came to take it away.

Agent 007 transformed into a miniature child, sitting on Su Sheng’s shoulder, blinking its big eyes.

“Host, you don’t look very happy.”

Su Sheng, leaning against the wall, gave a faint “Mm.”

“Why?”

Agent 007 hadn’t followed him, so it was unaware of what had happened in the small world.

Su Sheng said, “It’s nothing.”

“Host, you’re always like this, keeping everything bottled up. That must be painful. You can tell Little Seven about it.”

“Even if Little Seven can’t solve it for you, I can keep you company.”

Su Sheng chuckled, glancing sideways at Agent 007, his words merciless: “What do you, a system without emotions, understand?”

Little Seven, transformed into a child, pouted.

“Such a venomous tongue.”

After a while, Su Sheng spoke with a hint of melancholy: “If you fell in love with someone who approached you with ill intentions, helped you with ill intentions, and even had ill intentions as their goal, and this matter pierced your heart like a needle, what would you do?”

Little Seven thought for a moment, its expression crestfallen:

“I don’t know.”

A sigh escaped Su Sheng’s lips. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

Little Seven, the child, hugged Su Sheng’s neck and shouted loudly:

“But Little Seven will always stay with the Host!”

The door of a nearby cabin opened, and a robot walked out. It approached Su Sheng and said, “Congratulations, the mission is complete. The reward will be credited shortly.”

Su Sheng gave an “Mm,” and was about to turn and leave when he was called back by someone else who had just emerged.

“What is it?” Su Sheng asked, frowning, his hands in his pockets.

The person walked over, looking hesitant: “The Administrator’s soul is experiencing some issues. You are the person who understands him best, so we might need you to look after him for a few days.”

Su Sheng: “…”

Little Seven, sitting on his shoulder, loudly shouted on Su Sheng’s behalf: “No!”

The person looked troubled: “This…”

Su Sheng glanced at his watch. It was almost dinner time. He frowned slightly and looked up, asking faintly, “What kind of issue?”

The person quickly explained: “That gray matter is affecting the Administrator’s emotions. He has currently ordered that he won’t see anyone. The higher-ups thought that since you spent the most time with him, you might have a way…”

The more he spoke, the worse Su Sheng’s expression became, so the person’s voice grew softer and softer.

By the end, his voice was barely a whisper.

After a moment, just when the person thought Su Sheng wouldn’t agree, Su Sheng nodded and said, “Alright.”

The person immediately said, “Then please be careful. Currently, the Administrator cannot control his emotions, and his destructive power is extremely strong. Please be careful not to be accidentally injured by him.”

When Su Sheng was led inside, he saw the person referred to as the Administrator standing with his back to the door. Upon hearing the sound, a chilling voice, like a sharp sword piercing the soul, spoke:

“Didn’t I say I wouldn’t see anyone?”

Su Sheng gestured for the person to leave, and then he walked in step by step. That back was very familiar, so familiar that he couldn’t forget it even in his dreams.

Su Sheng closed the door and turned off the lights. In the darkness, he said, “It’s me.”

Even though he couldn’t see clearly, Su Sheng keenly sensed that the emotions of the person before him…

There was an indescribable abnormality.

It seemed mixed with a surge of violence.