Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 75 Mission: 13-1 Rebirth out of nowhere
Nero regained consciousness in the chaos, and this time, the demon Mephistopheles was right in front of her.

The moment he saw the other person's appearance clearly, Nero subconsciously said sarcastically, "I feel like you would make a good amusement park ornament."

Before he lost consciousness, Nero clearly remembered being swallowed by the dragon. Then the grayish white of death covered the flesh and blood in the dragon's belly, and gradually spread to their bodies.

So the disgusting demon in front of him has obviously turned into a stone statue.

But the demon wasn't buying it. It immediately retorted, "Same here. You're more suited to be a private treasure in some castle."

"Tsk."

The two exchanged verbal blows and fell into a silent confrontation.

After a long, silent stare, Mephistopheles was the first to break the silence: "Don't you want to go out?"

"Not if I need your help."

Facing Nero's answer, Mephistopheles sighed helplessly: "Is it necessary? It makes me look like a villain."

"Yes, you are not a bad person, you are a devil."

After being scolded by Nero twice in a row, Mephistopheles could not help but shake his head repeatedly: "Forget about being tough. Your body is much tougher than this."

Before Nero could object, Mephistopheles said, "But since you can't get out now, why don't you make a bet with me?"

"Bet? Same as last time? Didn't you already lose?" Nero responded with disdain. "Why don't you just admit defeat and send me out like this? You can definitely do it, as someone who connects to the source."

"Of course not." Mephistopheles refused without a second thought: "Rules are rules. If you don't make a bet, I can't fulfill your wish."

Nero folded his hands, tilted his head back, and looked down at Mephistopheles: "So what do you want to bet on?"

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors." The devil laughed.

"what?"

"You heard me right. 'Rock, Paper, Scissors,' or 'Rock, Paper, Scissors,' or 'Guess the Dice.' That's it."

This answer left Nero perplexed. What did he mean? Did he think he couldn't win the original bet, so he simply chose a game of pure luck?

So Nero raised his eyebrows and said, "That's up to you. But are you just looking for some fun because you can't get out?"

"You can think so. Or do you think this is meaningless? Let me make it clear first, whether we win or lose, there will be no punishment or reward."

Mephistopheles smiled provocatively. Nero, of course, wouldn't tolerate it and immediately said, "Meaning? Beating you is the greatest meaning!"

So, the rock-paper-scissors game began.

In the first game, scissors vs. paper, Nero wins.

"Hmph, that's all."

However, in the face of Nero's ridicule, Mephistopheles remained unmoved: "Don't forget, there is no reward and no punishment."

In the second round, rock vs. scissors, Nero wins.

"Weakling~"

Mephistopheles remained unmoved.

In the third round, Nero won. She finally sensed something was amiss and raised her head, asking, "Did you do this on purpose?"

Mephistopheles looked at her with a smile, but still no other reaction.

The fourth game, the fifth game, the sixth game... no matter what Nero did, she was always the winner.

Until the 30th round, Nero could still muster the energy to mock Mephistopheles, but by the 50th and 60th rounds... she was too lazy to speak.

She just kept punching, winning, punching, winning. She didn't know what Mephistopheles was thinking, why did he keep deliberately losing to her?
What is the purpose of doing this?
This game was neither fun nor meaningful. So Nero finally threw up his hands, fell back, and ended his game of rock-paper-scissors with Mephistopheles. "It's boring."

"Of course it's boring." Mephistopheles said with a smile, "I admire you for being able to persist for so long."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to prove something." Mephistopheles floated in the air and came to Nero again. "You've beaten me so many times now, you must be tired of it. Let me ask you a question - do you still want to beat me?"

"I do." Nero answered without hesitation, "But you can't lose on purpose."

"Then how are you supposed to know if I did it on purpose?"

Mephistopheles chuckled and said, "Let's play another round now. I promise I won't lose to you on purpose. If you win, will you still think I didn't do it on purpose?
"Even if we change the bet method and I lose, will you think I didn't do it on purpose?"

Mephistopheles' words hit the nail on the head: now, no matter how Nero wins the bet with Mephistopheles, he will subconsciously feel that the other party lost on purpose.

"……so?"

"Victory means nothing to you anymore."

Mephistopheles smiled. He looked at Nero and said, "It can bring no substantial benefit, nor can it bring you any spiritual joy—it is meaningless, pure nothingness."

Nero looked at its face and said with some annoyance: "Okay, okay, but I don't want to listen."

"So you admitted it?"

"So what if I admit it?"

"Well, I'd like to continue playing rock-paper-scissors with you. What's your answer?"

"Then let's continue."

Mephistopheles' expression froze at Nero's casual reply.

"What's wrong?" Nero flexed his wrist, looked at Mephistopheles who was stunned, and blinked: "I'm ready."

The devil's voice was a little serious: "Can you tell me what you think?"

"What do you think?"

"Why do you keep playing rock-paper-scissors with me? You should know I'm just going to keep losing."

Hearing the demon's question, Nero shrugged: "I just suddenly thought that this could be used to tell time."

This was truly a ridiculous answer. Mephistopheles also smiled bitterly, and he smiled and smiled...

He smiled and sighed, "I lost."

At that moment, its form blurred, and countless golden points of light scattered, creating tiny glimmers of light in this chaotic space.

Nero looked at it and asked in confusion, "Why are you dying?"

She hadn't even had time to punch it.

"This body is a spirit born from nothingness." Mephistopheles stretched out his hands, looked at his gradually dissipating body, and said: "However, you completely denied it.

"Even in the midst of nothingness, you can still find new meaning in your actions. Never satisfied, never stopping... Given this, it's only natural that my existence will disappear."

The light that Mephistopheles transformed into gradually merged into Nero's body. It smiled and said, "Forever—"

Nero's fist hit it in the face.

"Don't be so quick to say goodbye." She smiled back at the demon and said, "I haven't fought enough yet."

(End of this chapter)