Full-Time Magician: Demon Mage

Chapter 587 Come out and hang out

The man in black robes remained standing still, but his slightly trembling shoulders seemed to be suppressing something.

"Hahaha……!!!"

Suddenly, a maniacal laugh came from under the cloth, as if they had heard a very funny joke.

Even the tense atmosphere eased slightly with that demonic laughter, and the blood-red mist quickly dissipated.

"What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?"

Mo Fan stared at the other party, a nameless anger rising in his heart. He suddenly wanted to throw a fierce punch at this neither-human-nor-demon guy!

The man in black robes seemed to have finished laughing. After catching his breath, he spoke, "I thought we would have something in common to talk about."

"I never expected this..."

"Are you still living in a dream? After being out here for so long, do you still have any moral expectations of your enemies?"

"Do you really understand what it means to be in a life-or-death situation?"

"You're practically coming to our doorstep, do you think I'll go easy on you, or on anyone around you?"

"The light in this world belongs only to those bastards!"

"But we can only embrace the darkness!"

The man in black robes slowly raised his head and gazed in the direction of the Temple of Liberty, his tone utterly indifferent, as if he had long since given up on this world.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to embrace darkness and the devil!

"Tch~ Just babbling on and on, spouting a bunch of fallacies!"

Mo Fan's face was disdainful, but his heart sank. When he obtained the power of the demon, it was a power he was forced to acquire.

This power brought hope, but also a lot of trouble.

Since awakening his magic, he has encountered all sorts of idiots along the way, and countless people have tried to assassinate him.

He's fought more scum than he's eaten salt!

"Sigh~ It doesn't matter. It's fine if you don't understand. Like I said, I can pretend nothing happened once I leave here."

"Just because I can't beat the people behind you if you smash this place doesn't mean I can't find the people around you."

"What goes around comes around!"

The man in black robes suddenly lost interest. After he finished speaking, his body turned into blood mist particles and disappeared, as if he had opened the door and was left to be dealt with at will!

Mo Fan stared at the empty doorway, his expression a mixture of emotions. Although he felt very uncomfortable, he was indeed affected by the other person's words!

He hesitated!

Since awakening his magic, he has never felt very safe, especially after encountering the Black Vatican, which made him feel that there was no place for him in this world!

Even now that he has moved his father to the Parthenon, he doesn't feel entirely safe.

Because the Parthenon had left him with a very bad impression, even with Xin Xia's help, what if there was a traitor hiding there?

The person in front of me just spoke and revealed a lot of important information. I know who he is and what his connections are.

The other side is in the shadows, while he's in the open!

The opponent is quite strong, and with such clear and detailed intelligence, it would be a real disaster if they secretly attacked his father!

This is what he fears most!

In this age of advanced internet, finding someone's information or conveying something is not difficult at all.

crunch~

Mo Fan stared at the energy so close at hand, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Although he really wanted to punch it in, he didn't dare to take the gamble!

"Let's go!"

Call ~

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if all his strength had been drained. He opened his eyes, turned around, and walked out of the city!

Apas pursed her lips, sensing that the other person was in a bad mood, so she didn't say anything more and followed in their footsteps.

After the two left, a cloud of blood mist reappeared at the tranquil factory entrance, quickly coalescing back into a figure in black robes.

The black robe's hood turned slightly, glancing sideways at the street the two had left, its blood-red pupils filled with mockery.

"Ha ha……"

"What a boring bet! I've already won so much!"

He preferred the clash of minds to mere physical confrontations, as this kind of interaction always brought him unparalleled pleasure.

Each time he won, the exhilarating joy brought a sense of tranquility to his mind, which had been polluted by mental turmoil.

He was gambling with people, and also gambling with the mad ramblings that surrounded him.

He didn't understand why his situation was completely different from that person's; the demonization would gradually worsen his mental pollution.

The only consolation is that the demonization effect is a genuine improvement and does not result in any regression.

The higher the weight of the bet, the better the effect, for example, the more money he invests.

Behind him was indeed an altar, where he obtained the power of the demon through sacrifice, which was the key to his strength.

After each bet using this, he was able to rest well for more than half a year. As the saying goes, a little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling leads to ruin.

He didn't know when he lost control, because in that situation, he was probably very close to death.

But as long as he keeps winning, he essentially has an inexhaustible trump card.

In just a few months, he rapidly grew from an ordinary body to a monarch-level pseudo-demon bloodline.

He could feel the exhilaration brought by this surge of power, a power that no mage could ever match.

Even those high-level mages could only obediently become sacrifices in his presence; the human body was simply too fragile.

Only a mage truly knows where a mage's weaknesses lie.

"Just wait a little longer—it's not enough yet!"

The man in the black robe muttered to himself, his head bowed. The man's appearance here was indeed somewhat unexpected.

In order not to attract too much attention, they did not take action against that person; otherwise, given the level of destruction and provocation, he would have become a sacrifice on the altar long ago.

The selection of offerings requires careful consideration; without the strength to face a forbidden spell mage, it is easy to lose one's footing.

……

As the snow disaster subsided, some people were still immersed in the pain, while most people had returned to their normal lives.

After bidding farewell to the sorrowful May, June brings the scorching summer.

The radiant ruby ​​atop the tower of Sunrise Castle further raised the temperature, bringing a long-awaited heat wave to the locals.

As a result, various water and ice magic users opened up the job market, ice-making drinks became popular, and artificial swimming pools and other facilities emerged.

Located inside Yaoyang Castle, the large pool here is filled with crystal-clear water, and the beautiful women inside the castle are swimming in it.

The maids kept changing the fresh fruit and vegetable drinks and mixing various flavored cocktails.

Wang Teng, dressed in beach shorts, lay comfortably on the artificial sand by the pool, while maids on either side applied various sunscreens and massaged him.

However, those four little hands were a bit mischievous, always trying to tease his interest.

"Wuhu~ This tastes amazing!"

Wearing sunglasses, Jiang Shaoxu took a sip of her freshly made cocktail, her face showing complete satisfaction and contentment.

She glanced at the freestyle pool group and felt that life here wasn't boring at all; at least everyone had similar interests and hobbies, and they had a lot in common to talk about.

(End of this chapter)