Alien world

Chapter 1662, Section 295: "The Ratman Wandering at the Theater Entrance"

The lustful demon awakened, feeling something was amiss, and decided it was best to watch it again.

Her excuse was that she was already mentally exhausted by the time she saw the later magical videos, and the images were all jumbled together, like Annan Potter deciding to become a criminal to find his lover from a past life and leading three hundred fellow criminals to storm the mage tower...

The lust demon, who spent all his time in the theater, quickly attracted attention and even became the main character, appearing in the magazine "Zhiyin"—the lust demon also received a thank-you fee of 5 silver coins from "Zhiyin" and the latest issue of "Zhiyin".

Her story appears on page 38: "The Rat Man Wandering at the Theater Entrance"

Author: Anonymous.

The warm, sweet fragrance of Liberty City made the brown rat stand frozen in the street.

The neon lights and crystal shop windows, row upon row, shimmered and reflected each other, like countless rainbow walls of light. But its gaze was drawn to a majestic building at the far end of the square. Several huge, ornate curtains hung on its walls, and a row of large, brightly lit characters flashed before the main entrance: "Liberty Grand Theatre."

The brown-haired rat doesn't understand human writing, but a miracle is unfolding in a window carved into the wall, more beautiful than moonlight, where light and shadow shift and sounds surge like a tide.

It couldn't help but walk inside, and a giant, glowing wall immediately caught the brown mouse's attention.

On the wall are a magnificent mage tower, a deep night, and a noisy, chaotic misunderstanding; their laughter flows from the magic stone at the base of the wall.

As the pitch-black rat nest surged in like a tide in the darkness, while people in the brightly lit mage tower were still enjoying a feast, it, though clearly a rat-man, couldn't help but grip its claws tightly, worrying about those humans.

Cries, screams, and the pain of parting from loved ones—when the brown-haired mouse awoke again, all that remained was a beautiful song that made the soul drift.

The screening ended, and the theater lights came on, illuminating the brown rat's greasy fur and dirty paws. The people around it seemed to have spotted it, and the rat-man, fearing they would kill it, hurriedly scurried under its chairs, only to be met with a burst of good-natured laughter.

"Come out, we won't hurt you," the waiter's gentle voice rang out.

The brown-haired mouse then realized that the light screen was called a magic image.

Night fell over the last corner of Free City. A brown rat waited by the harbor dock. The wind of Free Port carried the salty smell of sea salt, and on the deserted beach, it straightened its thin back, clumsily mimicking the human etiquette in the magical images.

As it studied, it couldn't resist coming to the theater again. The theater was brightly lit, with warm light flowing on the gleaming marble. The magnificent golden doors opened and closed, revealing ladies in velvet gowns and gentlemen with jeweled canes, all exuding a sweet fragrance, like honey-coated corn bursting in the heat.

The air was filled with melodious music, the carefree laughter of children, and the doting expressions on the faces of parents.

The brown-haired rat felt inferior, but fortunately, the darkness concealed the filth on its body; its true inferiority complex lay only in its heart.

Having spent all its money on tickets, the rats circled around to the side of the theater, strained to tiptoe, and squeezed into the dark, narrow ventilation shaft. At the end of the deep passage, a sudden burst of light captivated its attention—on the enormous, shimmering screen, a blonde beauty's eyes shone brighter than the stars, and a handsome man's sword gleamed with unparalleled brilliance.

The brown rat had never felt two hours so short yet so long. When the theater ended, it crawled out along the ventilation duct and returned to the beach, hiding in the drain like a wild beast licking its wounds.

In the brief three years of this filthy creature's existence, its world was nothing but an endless, foul-smelling ravine, the creaking sounds of scavenging carrion in a dark cave. But today, fate has propelled this lowly rat to a glittering harbor. The soft light streaming through the theater window pierces its tattered fur, like the gentle hand of a mother it has never known, caressing its soul, which has never been cherished. Tears fall silently, stained with dust and grime like tiny, gray pearls, shattering on the cold stone slabs.

Is there really such a bright place in this world? Untouched by the decay and dampness of the underground cave?

The morning wind swept through the harbor, and the theater's doors were extinguished.

Liberty City began a new wave of prosperity, and the theater continuously screened one magical film after another.

The theater manager strolled by, and occasionally his gaze fell on the dark gap in the ventilation duct, a gentle smile appearing on his lips.

The light of Liberty City has never blocked my longing.

Liberty City! You are a kaleidoscope of splendor, a carnival that never ends!
As long as the yearning to gaze at the stars remains even in the dust, the light of freedom will never be extinguished!

The lustful demon wanted to say, "Where do these things come from? How can that anonymous guy be so good at making things up?"

But considering the thank-you fee... never mind, the protagonist of the story is a ratman, what does it have to do with me, the Abyssal Succubus?

It took the Desire Demon two days to watch all eight of Annan's magical videos, and another two days to review them.

She originally wanted to watch the Magic Video show at the New World next door as well, but after watching "Fanasi Night," she felt that something was missing, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

In the end, he could only blame Lady Biros for letting him come into contact with that human, and he was simply following Lady Biros's orders!

Where to go next?
Looking at the various alien races on the street, the succubus suddenly realized: the lives of warlocks are all very erotic, and the rumors in the city about "the owner of the succubus massage parlor being a succubus paladin" may not be false—the real reason is that she is the plaything of a human lord!
The succubus, believing he had stumbled upon the truth, was secretly thrilled and even harbored an ambition—to use his succubus talents to control that guy named Annan and give Lady Biros a surprise!
If even a mere succubus can make that human lord unable to resist, wouldn't I be able to easily manipulate him?

The succubus was somewhat clever. Since she only had one chance, she planned to first go to the succubus massage parlor to inquire about the sorcerer, and then target his fetishes.

Do you prefer softness, strength, or passivity...?

Succubi may sound like members of the demon race, but in fact, in the faction division, they are closer to the Order faction—there are more succubi on the devil's side.

The beings of the Prime Material Plane have many misunderstandings about succubi, as can be seen from their names—succubi manipulate desires. Succubi, on the other hand, excel at seduction; the difference seems minimal.

In addition, as two of the few "sexy creatures" in the abyss, people easily confuse the two.

In reality, succubi and lustful demons are vastly different. Succubi excel at seduction and feed on vital energy and souls. Lustful demons, on the other hand, are skilled in desire and enjoy enslavement and control. Because lustful demons are more "rational," they hold a higher status in both hell and the realm of demons.

(End of this chapter)