Alien world

Chapter 1791, Section 424: The Succubus Doesn't Drink Milk
"Please take this back with you when you go back to Liberty City."

Annan decided to take them away, as a way to contribute to racial diversity in Free City.

Speaking of which, the little devils and goblins are about the same size and just as mischievous—referring to their play on the belly of the rotten tyrant.

I think they'll get along very well.

However, before that, they need to be quarantined for a period of time. Who knows if the puppet tyrant's bodily fluids are infectious, and also—

"You all get out of here and take a shower!" Anan pinched his nose; having too sensitive a sense of smell wasn't a good thing.

……

Back at the tavern, Annan sent a message to Philosopher's siblings: all those on the list had been dealt with.

There was actually one skullcrusher left, but it was lucky; it was taken to the deeper levels by a gray-haired rat priest, making it impossible to assassinate.

Even so, the road ahead for the Rat King is still smooth.

Annan walked proudly through the tavern, like a lion surveying its territory.

He helped the Rat King clear the obstacles in his path, and he did so through his own abilities, so of course he has the right to be proud.

Before long, Philosopher's siblings brought news, asking: "A strange infectious disease has appeared on the fifth floor, originating from a group of rats. Do you have any clues?"

"The fifth level? Maybe it's the corpse of the Rotten Tyrant that turned into a source of plague." Annan certainly couldn't admit that he did it.

Phiros's siblings, unsuspecting, said: "Perhaps, this wave of plague is quite severe."

Even the ratmen who manipulated plague germs couldn't withstand it, so you can imagine how terrifying the pot of stuff that Annan and Berudona concocted must have been.

If they were replicated, wouldn't that provide a way to deal with the ratmen?

But a key ingredient in the dish is the fluid from the rotten tyrant, which is already dead, so no matter what you do, you can't make the exact same thing.

All Annan could do was restore Beldona to her original state, send her to Free City, and try his luck.

Back in the hall, Berudona led Annan to find his uncle.

"Annan, we're getting ready to go back."

Having stayed in the prime plane for a long time, and with Annan already having come into contact with the six-armed serpent demon, there was no point in staying any longer. Beldona prepared to return to Hell.

Annan didn't stop her; Berudona had already helped him a lot, and most importantly, it was her kindness—

That said, shouldn't this be considered a good ending?

When he first learned that Beldona had gone to the front lines to find the six-armed serpent demon, he was initially a little worried.

Before you leave, could you do one last thing for me?

……

It was late at night, with less than eight hours to go before the bloody battle.

The area around the Giant Beast Skeleton Tavern was teeming with demons, who kept pushing their way in.

At one point, the demons crowded at the door were suddenly pushed aside by a tremendous force. Amidst the chaotic shouts and curses, the Abyss Demon blocked the doorway and growled, "The tavern is too small. Go register outside!"

The four-armed bee demon and the inferior demon came out carrying empty boxes and registered the demons who were surging in with money in their hands.

"I throw the skullcrusher!"

"I vote for Nick the Thirteen-Tails, take my money now!"

"I vote for the Rotten Tyrant!"

The lesser demon, busy collecting money, looked up: "The Rotten Tyrant is dead. Let's find a new player."

"Then, I'll choose the Filthy Nest!"

"Evil Nest is dead too."

"Dread Knight isn't dead either, is it?!" "No, but it's missing."

Besides money, the tavern also accepts all kinds of valuables as collateral, and if all else fails, they'll even take your soul.

Black Pearl, who was passing by, hadn't planned to come. She had important business to attend to rather than flirting with the male succubus disguised as Annan... But the sheer number of demons gathered outside the tavern, along with the sense of a large sum of wealth gathering there, made her feel like she would be missing out if she didn't come.

She changed direction and returned to the tavern entrance to find out what they were doing: the tavern was offering bets on the contestants in the bloody battle, allowing everyone to place bets on who would win, and the chosen winner would split all the prize money equally.

Rewinding to three hours earlier, Annan and Beldona conspired that instead of just leaving and leaving the tavern to the ratmen, they should pull off a big heist: open a betting pool for the Blood War, make a quick buck, and run away.

In the end, it will be the Four-Handed Bee Demon and the Abyss Demon who pocket the money. What does it have to do with the devils and succubi?

If Annan also bets on this, he will also become a victim!

After the rules were announced, and with the tavern and the Abyss Demons endorsing them, the demons immediately eagerly participated.

For thrill-seekers, what could be more exciting than gambling, which offers the thrill of the unknown?
It seems the only scenario would be winning the lottery only to have the tavern abscond with all the money.

Annan lowered his voice: "When the time comes, we'll split the money we embezzled 30/70, and you and I will get our money back in full."

Berdona shook her head: "No, you can have them all."

……

Berludonna is like a cow, hardworking and diligent, eating grass and producing milk.

Speaking of bulls, a magical bull appeared at the betting site.

Its structure is similar to that of the cow in the main plane, but it has two more legs and is still a carnivore—not that there are no plants in the Abyss, but that in a place like the Abyss, even the plants are carnivorous.

Does the Demon Cow produce milk?
It turns out that the Demon Cow not only produces milk, but it's also very sweet.

In the tavern, Annan tried ordering a glass of milk. He dared to ask, and the demon bull dared to give it to him; after taking a sip, he gave it a thumbs up.

If it weren't for the high cost and low output of the Demon Cows, he would have liked to import a batch of Demon Cows back to Free City and sell Demon Milk to the people of Free City, saving even the process of extracting sugar.

Black Pearl didn't want to squeeze in with that bunch of smelly demons, so she went around to the side of the tavern and climbed in through a second-floor window.

The outside was noisy and bustling, but the lobby downstairs was almost empty. As soon as Black Pearl stepped downstairs, she was shocked to see Anan leaning leisurely against the counter, sipping a white beverage.

Annan was still confused. He glanced at the milk and realized what was going on. He threw it on the counter as if it were burning his hand: "This is milk!"

“I know this word, meal replacement.”

Black Pearl's step back was really hurtful.

Annan was still figuring out how to clear his name when Black Pearl stated her purpose: "What's going on outside?"

"Bet on who will be the final winner; the winner takes all, and the loser eats the dust."

Black Pearl raised her chin: "I'm betting I'll win."

“I’m a guest just like you, so my word doesn’t count. You have to go find the Abyss Demon.” Annan pointed to the corner, trying to distance himself from the situation to avoid Black Pearl losing everything and holding a grudge against him if he ran away later.

Black Pearl then walked up to the abyss and said bluntly, "I'm going to bet everything on myself to win."

Berdona's uncle opened his swollen eyes and asked lazily, "Black Dragon, how much money are you planning to invest?"

"I'll bet 10,000 gold dollars."

Annan, who was eavesdropping, exclaimed "Wow!" He never imagined that Black Pearl was so rich.

Seeing that it was a major client, the Abyss Demon, whose bulky figure was tucked into the oversized chair, sat up slightly and asked with interest, "Did you bring your money?"

"Why do I have to pay more?" Black Pearl retorted.

How do you place your bets?

Black Pearl said matter-of-factly, "I bet on myself to win, and I'm sure I'll win, so all this money is mine."

(End of this chapter)