Chapter 109: The Ghosted Demon Lord Skip If You Wish

If there was any more humiliation that one can experience—it was to be ignored like one's presence wasn't even worth the smudge of attention. It was an insult. And a certain Human would pay for such mockery. As a Succubus, Jilanya has had her fair share of encounters with men but not one of them had ever slighted her like this.

Then again she had always been disrespected by many.

No one in the Abyss had thought that a Succubus like her could rise through the ranks, and yet she did. She didn't just sap energy from men—she drained their willpower and feasted on them. But she had always wanted more, an embodiment of lust would always yearn for more visceral experiences that it almost felt like greed.

Desire was such a powerful thing.

And then her opportunity finally came.

A select number of her kind had been given the call and she was among those who received the message from the Infernal Mirror:

'Greetings Demon Lord, Jilanya of the Demon Race

We would like to bestow upon you an opportunity that one cannot ignore, the Creators have birthed an Illusory Realm and you are a chosen representative. It is to enable one of your Races to interact with other Races without needless bloodshed and harm—it is also a chance for one to receive many rewards. It is akin to receiving a new life and you will understand why, included within here is a contract detailing the arrangement.

If you are interested, please prepare a blood contract to gain access to the Illusory Realm.'

There had been nothing for her to lose. Or rather she had scrutinized the contract thousands of times over before she considered it. The Demon race knew how much binding a contract could possibly be as their kind were also known for forming contracts. And so Jilanya took the chance to play along with the Creators' whims.

'Welcome to the realm, please create your avatar'

She opted for a 'male' representation.

A thousand or so years passed and the Demon Lord had amassed power and recognition within this Illusory Realm—it was addictive. There were no 'day' or 'night' in the Abyss but as one of the Demon Lord, she spent most of her time within this space when she wasn't ordering her legions to access the various realms.

She made herself a name within this new space.

And then they finally decided to invite a multitude of pathetic humans into this realm. Humans. Something that her kind had preyed on was given the chance to participate among them? The Halfling and Goblin were mocking enough but they also included Humans into this?

Well, if they wanted to access this realm—then they ought to prove themselves.

The Human that ended up at their Illusory Realm was new and so their presence was still not hidden from everyone. It was actually declared to everyone through the notification system:

[ Please Welcome Our [Human Player ] Who Has Joined the Veiled Continent! ]

It was a feature that she didn't quite enjoy when she had first arrived, one could easily click it and find them and that led to her being attacked by those pesky [ Gods ] who were allowed first access—but after that time, she was the one who attacked all the newcomers.

She activated her [ Hunter's Mark ] and threw it towards the notification before her. It would leave an imprint on their person as she quickly arranged for a flock of Gargoyles to come their way.

How magnificent would it be to see their early demise?

It was also at this time that one of her minions had brought back one of the pitiful creations of the Humans, was it something that they had called a 'computer' or had it been 'laptop'? It seemed to be a recent creation of theirs. She didn't care for its name, but what mattered was the opportunity for her to transfer the object of contract from her Infernal Mirror to this device. It took her some time, the keys were annoying but Jilanya finally captured and transferred the illusory realm's access point into this pathetic device.

She then sent the pathetic Human a contact request.

[ Human Has Accepted Your Message Request ]

Demon Lord: Hah! You finally decided to grovel and approach me! Good! Good!

Human: You were the one who added me?

She clicked her tongue and chewed on her lip. The only reason why she added him was because she was aware that they had no idea on how to operate within this realm. It had only been through luck that they survived this far.

Demon Lord: ...You may have evaded my Gargoyles but I'll surely crush you for sure!

Human: You were the one who attacked my village?

What an idiot. Jilanya almost pitied the humans who were their source of energy. Did they only realize that now? Who else had acquired the Gargoyles as their 'Minion'? It wasn't the Witch, the Elf, nor the Dragon… it was them, the Demon Lord!

Demon Lord: Hah! Now you recognize and tremble beneath my powers!

Human: Um… not really. Joe Light managed to deal a good deal of damage for a farmer.

A Farmer? As she replayed the events in her mind, he was right. Someone did try to defend the village. And though she thought Humans were a weak Race, the ones made by the Creator to propagate among the Illusory Realm had some fine weapons like that 'Joe Light'—a feared warrior some decades ago.

Demon Lord: … that was only a test! A challenge to see how far you would fare, it's a small bother but I've discovered where that old retired [ Hero ] is now staying at while finding out your skills as well. Two birds with one stone. I'll surely crush you.

Human: Why do you want to crush me? I haven't done anything to you

He hadn't done anything? Jilanya scoffed at such pathetic words. It was a terrible mindset to have, only a weak being would consider such things. Didn't he understand that life was suffering? Whether he wanted it or not, troubles would surely come one's way. It just happened that the harbinger of such ill-luck would be herself.

Demon Lord: Your mere presence vexes me, so weak like a mere ant. Won't you crush any insect that stands in your way. I'll end your pathetic life now.

Human: ...Well, I'm not in my old village anyway. So you won't get me.

She felt one of her eyes twitch at those words. This arrogance of theirs was more worse than the pride from the Commander of Pride themself. Hah, she wanted to laugh and shake her head. It would be a mercy to kill this one swiftly.

Demon Lord: Pitiful creature, do you believe that I have no idea where you are? I know where you are standing right now!

Human: Oh really? Tell me.

Demon Lord: Why should I?

Human: Then you must be lying pfft.

Demon Lord: You're standing at the Abandoned Beach, around thirty miles away from the Enchanted Forest and your pitiful village. If you think you've been swept too far away to reach, you're wrong!

Jilanya wondered if she had used the term correctly, the measurement of distance for the Humans was such a confusing one. Still, if this would show the pest that she actually had his location, then it was a small price to say.

Human: And where's the enchanted forest from the village?

Demon Lord: You head two kilometers from the west portion of the Enchanted Forest

Human: Thanks

Demon Lord: What?!

Human: Hey, it was nice talking to you—I gotta go.

Demon Lord: Where are you even going?!

Jilanya needed to gather more materials and resources to create another teleportation portal for her Minions to attack his village again. Surely this pest could wait for a day or two? Or would he be dying while he stayed at the Abandoned Beach? There was no available food or water supply for him to consume?

Should she send something for him to survive just until that time?

Human: Uh the Ocean? I'm meeting up with the Chut

She stared at the screen for a moment and furiously typed a reply. This idiot was going to get himself killed—she had to be the one who killed him!

Demon Lord: Hey! You're my prey and not his!

Human: Bye

The Demon Lord narrowed their eyes at the words 'Bye'. "How dare he ignore my presence! Foolish human." Grumbling underneath her breath, she considered the human's words. "Going back to that Old One? I'd be more merciful if he had chosen wisely."

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Simply recounting that memory was enough to give her a headache.

That had been her first encounter with the [ Human ] Player that went with the name of 'Han.' She clicked her tongue and glanced at the unread messages that she had sent his way—he never opened them despite being online. Did he think that he could escape her wrath by not replying?

If she knew his full name, she would have already sent a curse his way. That would have taught him to give more respect to her. And yet even giving him more attention than this was already shameful, she had to stop with this obsession with him. She blocked the [ Human ] and made the decision to forget about them. But if she had the chance to meet him in person? Then it would be his end—there was no doubt that she would be able to conquer him.

One way or another, she would find out his true identity.

And when she did? He would pay for it.