What to do if you're forced to marry a demon king's daughter in a horror game?

However, the description on her arrest warrant is utter nonsense.

Because of her dramatic declaration, "I, JOJO, am going to be the Pirate King!", she was put on a wanted list, and the civilians of the Skyport began to imitate her.

In a short period of time, the number of crimes in the suspended port rose sharply.

The booklets for drafting arrest warrants are clearly insufficient.

"Throwing money from the top floor of the Marquis's mansion and openly declaring war on our patrol team, this guy is too arrogant!"

"Have you figured out the identities of the other two notorious bandits?"

"What?! They still haven't figured it out?!"

Miss Madeline, the captain, was now almost blinded by rage.

"By the way, where is the Marquis?"

Many of her knights were killed by Miss Ghost King, and the scattering of banknotes was so sensational that the scene became extremely out of control. By the time she came to her senses, the Marquis was gone.

"That grand marquisate was kept right here, where did it go???"

The knights looked at each other.

To be honest, they've been guarding this place the whole time. Even if the Marquis were a fly, he couldn't possibly fly away from them without a sound.

Meanwhile, the marquis, who was in a state of extreme shock, had been forced to drink black tequila, stuffed into a sack, and handed over to his wife.

Here, the only people capable of doing such a thing besides the Ghost King are the Divine Messenger.

"Haha~ You guys have gone too far!"

The Marquise's smile betrayed her joyful heart.

"He's the epitome of a scoundrel, the worst of the worst!"

Ryoko glanced at her indifferently: "Go, and don't come back."

"I'm not coming back!"

The Marquise dragged the sack onto the ghost train.

"Goodbye, you ruthless bandits, I hope you wreak havoc in the Skyport!"

The ghost train arrives without a trace, and departs without a trace either.

After completing all the tasks Su Yu had assigned her, Ryoko calmly began to stroll through the suspended harbor.

At this moment, the Skyport was in complete chaos because of what Su Yu and her group had done.

The toy dolls, who were originally responsible for daily room checks, are now too busy dealing with criminals to record the couples' daily lives.

What is Dalady doing right now, as the de facto ruler of the suspended harbor?

……

……

To the south of the skyport lies a residential area for ordinary people.

At this point in time, people were unaware of the incident on the West Coast. After all, there were no televisions or cell phones here, so news spread very slowly.

So, people who were supposed to eat still ate, and people who were supposed to play cards still played cards.

Only the tenant living in the top-floor left-hand room frowned and stopped what he was doing.

He looked like an ordinary high school student in the real world, with messy hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a prescription of over 1,000 yuan, a 9.9 yuan T-shirt with free shipping, and a pair of black shorts that could also be bought for 9.9 yuan. There was also a bowl of freshly made instant noodles on his desk.

In short, he is an ordinary person who, even if he walks into a crowd, wouldn't get more than 1% of people turning their heads to look at him.

No one would associate him with the terrifying ruler of the Hanging Harbor.

Even the landlord who withheld his identification only knew that his name was Qi Gaolang, that he was a professional novelist, and that he led an irregular life, working during the day and going out at night. Fortunately, he always paid the rent on time...

"The pen broke?"

Qi Gaolang held a black pencil in his hand.

Just now, the pen refill broke inexplicably.

He picked up the broken piece of pen refill with some disbelief.

"how come……"

The broken pencil slowly floated to the surface, forcefully carving a few words onto the paper: "Want to fix this pencil again? This time, it's for ten years..."

The pencil was black, but it wrote in red ink, which spread out like ink.

"My novel is almost finished."

Qi Gaolang's withered hands gripped his hair tightly.

"How could I possibly stop at a time like this!"

He has to make another deal with this pen!

He grabbed the pencil and, just like before, plunged it deep into his palm, letting the blood drip down and soak the pencil.

Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a mocking laugh behind him.

Qi Gaolang was startled and turned his head to look, only to be met with a pair of malicious, deep purple eyes.

A humanoid creature, whose body was wrapped in bandages but whose appearance was vaguely female, sat on the edge of his bed, crossed her legs, and looked him over with interest.

"I've heard so much about you, Lord Daladi?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

Qi Gaolang gripped the pencil and subconsciously took a step back.

“You may not know me, but that doesn’t matter. It’s enough that I know you.” The bandaged female monster stood up and slowly walked towards him: “If you want to kill you, you’ll have to do it now.”

"Don't come any closer! You...you don't come any closer!"

Qi Gaolang's eyes widened in fear.

And at this critical juncture, his deal with the pencil was completed.

He grabbed the manuscript paper next to him and started writing and drawing frantically on it.

Immediately afterwards, black walls of mist rose up from the ground, separating him from the bandaged female monster.

"Heh, so this is the source of your power? It looks pretty good."

The female monster raised her hand and chopped heavily at the nearest wall of mist.

There was a "click" sound.

A deep crack, reaching all the way to the bottom, was cleaved into the fog wall.

Qi Gaolang remained silent with a sullen face, but simply quickened the pace of his drawing.

Immediately afterwards, the walls of mist in front of him began to extend and transform into terrifying ghost faces, stretching out countless thin arms that firmly trapped the bandaged monster woman who had suddenly barged in.

Of course, Qi Gaolang had no intention of lingering in the fight.

After completing the restraints and temporarily trapping his opponent, he leaped out of the window.

"Ok?"

The bandaged woman frowned.

She keenly sensed that the other person had vanished the instant they jumped off the windowsill.

Yes, it didn't just run away, it disappeared.

It's like they escaped to another world, leaving no trace.

The wooden plank above her head began to creak and groan ominously.

She stiffened her neck, slowly raised her head, and looked up.

At that moment, a gaping maw descended from the sky and swallowed her and everything in the room whole.

"Heh, you've got some skills..."

Even though she was eaten, she wasn't panicked at all.

Clearly, what arrived here was merely a stand-in user, not the original consciousness.

At this very moment, the true consciousness of this bandaged monster is still on another island hundreds of kilometers away.

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……

"You mean, Daladi might just be an ordinary human being?"

At this point, Su Yu, Ghost King, and Ryoko, who had reached a safe area and were having a late-night snack, started discussing the Lord of the Skyport, that pervert who forced others to fall in love.

"No way, can humans really be that strong?"

Su Yu simply couldn't believe this possibility.

However, Ryoko was at least 90% certain.

"I just went for a walk around the city and carefully explored every corner."

"If the intelligence is correct and Daradi is indeed in the city, then he must be just a human."

"However, it is not entirely accurate to say that he is an ordinary human being."

"He must have a very insidious weapon in his hands, otherwise he couldn't have done this."

Su Yu was silent for a moment, then asked, "Then, could he be a player?"

Miss Ghost King shrugged: "The possibility is very low. Players cannot bypass your game system and stay here for a long time, let alone have the opportunity to become king of the mountain."

"In addition, on my way here, I bought a few newspapers from a newsstand on the street."

Ryoko placed the things she was holding in front of them.

These newspapers all reported on a new book that was about to be sold in physical form.

"Is this a horror novel?"

"Wait, why does it look like a literary youth novel?"

"That's weird."