Infinite Chimera Creation

Despite being a young boy, the Dragon Bone Spirit insisted on projecting a mature demeanor. He curled his lip, speaking with a hint of sarcasm.

"Phew, thank goodness you're back to normal, otherwise I would have been tempted to punch you in the head a few times to help you find yourself again."

Because Douya Wang said he wanted to be friends with Longgu Jing, Baoxian Gui, adhering to the principle of being honest with friends, told Longgu Jing without reservation how he had schemed against him and used him as a pawn.

Dragon Bone Spirit seemed to have a greater sense of identification with Douya King and the others because they were the first to see him in his human form, or rather, his boyish form. So when he learned the truth, he didn't fly into a rage. He just took some precious gems from Baoxian Ghost, making Baoxian Ghost feel a pang of regret, and then let the matter drop.

Now that they have become friends, this lone great demon who once disliked Toga is now heading to the Forest of Corpses with Toga and the others.

Despite being a notoriously cruel demon, he surprisingly values ​​the word "friend." It has to be said, Ryukotsume is an incredibly simple-minded fellow.

Raising an eyebrow, Yuan Yuan, taking advantage of his height, ignored the dragon bone spirit's protests, placed one hand on its head, and spoke with a hint of mockery.

"Help me find myself again? Dragon, have you found your true self?"

A seemingly random remark caused the dragon bone spirit to fall silent. He pursed his lips, and spoke with some displeasure.

"Ah, I know that I was acting like an irritable fool because my mind was affected by the enormous demonic power on the dragon bone. But because I exhausted my demonic power in the battle with the evil Buddha, I have regained my rationality and found a way to solve this problem, so let's not talk about this nonsense."

"hope so."

After uttering a brief sentence, Yuan Yuan stopped in his tracks, for they had arrived at their destination: the Forest of Corpses.

Just like its name suggests, the Corpse Forest is a forest entirely composed of the bones of humans, monsters, and various other animals. Logically, such a place full of corpses should generate a large amount of miasma, attracting and breeding a large number of monsters.

However, due to the unique geographical location of this desolate place, the air circulation is frighteningly good, so even though there are equally frighteningly many corpses here, not a single trace of miasma has been generated. It is just an ordinary pile of bones.

"Looks like we're too early; there's no one here yet."

Having sensed no demonic energy from the Bone Forest, the Dragon Bone Spirit slumped its shoulders and spoke somewhat dejectedly.

"I'm also looking forward to meeting some of the older generation from hundreds of years ago."

He sneered, glancing at the forest of bones before him, and spoke in a disdainful voice.

"You underestimate how bored those old guys who have been living in seclusion for hundreds of years are. They haven't had any fun for hundreds of years, so this is a rare gathering where they can really have some fun. I bet the moment those old guys got the news, they quickly got a fragment of the Hell Orb and came here to stake it out. The fact that none of them have come out is probably because these extremely bored old geezers want to see us newcomers make fools of ourselves, so they've hidden themselves away."

"Forget it, I don't really care about those old guys. But I really don't know what the organizers were thinking, arranging the tea party in a place that even Corpse Dance Crows wouldn't want to come to."

The Dragon Bone Demon plopped down on a massive demon leg bone, then casually picked up a human skull from the ground and grinned wickedly.

"Could it be that they're planning to make us drink tea with this?"

Your worries are completely unnecessary.

Seemingly to prove that he wasn't the kind of "utterly boring old thing" Yuan Yuan described, a young man with a Corpse Dance Crow perched on his shoulder, whose aura far surpassed that of his other minions and even reached the level of a mid-level demon, deliberately stepped out from behind the crowd.

Although the young man was all smiles, the moment they saw him, Toga and the others unconsciously frowned. This young man seemed to have an innate aura that made people want to hate him, so much so that even on their first meeting, Toga and the others unconsciously developed a sense of unease towards him.

Seemingly used to others frowning at him, the young man smiled nonchalantly and continued speaking.

"I forgot to introduce myself just now, my apologies. I am Night Owl, a great demon of the Owl Bird Clan. I made a comment unconsciously after hearing what this friend said, please forgive me."

Although a strange sense of disgust arose in their hearts, the group were, after all, powerful demons and could not be easily swayed by sudden emotions. So they suppressed their aversion and introduced themselves with either cold smiles or fake smiles, expressing that they did not care about what had just happened.

"Mr. Night Owl, what did you mean when you said there was no need to worry?"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Bao Xian Gui looked at Ye Xiao with some curiosity and asked.

"You have such concerns because you don't know the identity of the organizer of this tea party. If you did, you would never have said what you just said."

Finding a comfortable spot to sit on, Night Owl smiled and began to explain.

"You should know that the hosts of this tea party are Mizusawa and Shirakami. Shirakami is unrestrained and free-spirited, so let's leave that aside for now. As for Mizusawa, this great yokai who became famous six hundred years ago and is known as the Lord of Rivers is known for his gentle nature and love of enjoyment. So you can rest assured that I don't know if this tea party will be pleasant, but at least the environment will be good."

"Wow, Lord of Rivers, what an imposing title."

An expression of interest appeared on the Dragon Bone Spirit's face as she stared intently at the Night Owl and asked,

"Logically speaking, this great water demon became famous six hundred years ago, so there should be no more legends about her now. In fact, we really know nothing about her. If it weren't for the fact that the Money King who invited us is a great demon, we would have thought it was a prank. So, here's the question: knowing about things from so long ago, you must have been a great demon who made a name for yourself back then, Night Owl. What was your title? Tell me, I'm so curious!"

"I'm not as powerful as you think. Back then, I was just an insignificant nobody. I'm only alive today because of luck, so I don't have any reputation."

With his smile unchanged, Night Owl waved his hand dismissively and said.

"What, you were once a fearsome figure, known for killing wherever you went, but you ended up wandering around the watery swamp and getting brutally humiliated, [The Ferocious Bird of Death], are you too ashamed to tell your juniors your name?"

As if deliberately trying to undermine Night Owl, a man with long, fiery red hair and a wicked smile suddenly appeared, exposing the name Night Owl was trying to hide.

However, this red-haired man also appeared from behind Toga and the others, giving the impression that he was trying to emphasize, "I haven't been waiting here all along; I just arrived."

"Oh dear, don't just talk about Night Owl. Why doesn't Ye Yulang, who once got involved with the underworld because of his clan, was slaughtered by the demon-slaying family Four Leaf, but ten years later, he single-handedly wiped out the Four Leaf clan and stood on the mountain of his enemies' corpses shouting, 'Endless karmic fire is my wrath,' introduce himself?"

"Hey, stop talking about Ye Yulang. He claims to be the strongest of the spider clan, but his actual race is fungus. He can switch his gender at will based on his partner's gender, ignores gender, and builds a harem. He's known as the Harem King, Miao Xingzhe. Why didn't you bring any of your male and female concubines with you this time?"

"Take Miao Xingzhe for example, and what about yourself..."

"Don't just talk about others..."

"How dare you talk about someone like that? You..."

Douya Wang and the others watched with black lines on their faces as these seniors, who had lived too long and had lost all sense of decency, tried to prove that they had "just arrived" and also to make fun of their old rivals or frenemy friends. Instead of coming out from other directions, they all ran out from behind them and then went on and on about the dark history of the people in front of them.

P.S., I have something to say. I have exams coming up in the next few days, so there might be occasional breaks in updates. But don't worry, I'll finish my last exam on the 14th, and I'll resume updating 4000 words a day on the 15th. Please don't assume I've gone to the palace if I don't update these next few days.

that's all.

Chapter Fifteen: The Great Monsters

There was a group of great demons who, in their youth, indulged in their youth, reveling in battles, bloodshed, conspiracies, and even hatred. These things made their youth more exciting, brilliant, and dazzling than anyone else's.

But it seems that because they had enjoyed everything the world had to offer them when they were young, they found that when they grew old, there was nothing left in the world that could interest them.

Thus, these once-powerful monsters, who either intimidated the world with their evil reputation, saved all living beings with their kindness, or made everyone yearn for and follow them with their absolute freedom, put away their claws and began to cultivate their character, seemingly transforming into kind elders.

However, when something new comes along that can reignite their interest and passion, these shameless old men tear off their usual sanctimonious masks without a second thought and revert to their former ways of wreaking havoc on the world.

A group of old guys, whose age could be described as living history, skillfully sabotage and trip up people, whether they know them or not. They laugh heartily when others suffer, and when they are wronged, they retaliate with a belly full of wicked schemes accumulated over time.

No matter the time, they are the most authentic group of people.

However, no matter how glamorous the words used to describe what these old guys were doing, it couldn't change the fact that they had turned the Corpse Forest into a chaotic mess in less than an hour.

So when one of the organizers of this tea party, the master of the Corpse Forest, Shirakami, appeared, he naturally exploded.

"You damned bunch of bastards, messing around in front of someone else's house! If I had been any later, you would have built your nests and laid your eggs!"

The roaring White God fully demonstrated his terrifying power as a great demon. In an instant, all sorts of frenzied orbs of light, radiating a dangerous aura, filled the entire Forest of Corpses. It seemed that as long as the White God gave the order, he would launch a fatal attack on everyone.

Once you see this terrifying scene that seems to be the might of heaven, it's not hard to understand why he dared to call himself a god when facing a group of great demons.

If an ordinary person, or even an ordinary demon, were standing in this ocean of light, they would probably be prostrating themselves on the ground, begging for divine forgiveness. But unfortunately for them, standing in this sea of ​​light were a group of powerful demons who could laugh even after crawling out of a sea of ​​blood. In an instant, all sorts of taunts and mockery erupted from the dangerous ocean of light.

"Hey, Senior White God, I'm a fungus monster. I can't build nests or have babies."

"That's right, White God, I'm a ghost, I don't know how to build a nest and lay eggs, why don't you demonstrate for us?"

With veins bulging on his forehead, Bai Shen wanted to teach these guys a lesson.

Noticing the change in the White God's aura, the group of great demons, though still laughing wildly and acting unrestrained, secretly braced themselves, preparing to fight this self-proclaimed god at any moment. The demon race has never feared battle.

Seeing the actions of those great demons, Yuan Yuan nodded inwardly. This kind of demon race, who would not become dull even after hundreds of years of laying down their swords, and who could instantly raise their swords and fight again whenever needed, was the kind of demon race he wanted to see.

However, the battle never actually began, because the other organizer of the tea party, the River God, Mizusawa, appeared.

The gentle-smiling great demon smiled as she soothed the white god's emotions while greeting each of the great demons. She had personally notified almost all of these great demons who had come to the tea party, so even though the number of demons present was somewhat unusual, she recognized them all and could exchange a few words with each of them.

"A great demon with such a gentle temperament is truly rare. No, it's beyond rare; it's utterly illogical. Logically, demons should inherently possess a violent element within their bloodline. Even if a great demon is no longer affected by such violence, it should still possess some degree of violent aura. Yet this swamp exudes a perfectly balanced and peaceful aura, like a priestess. It's too illogical."

With a slight raise of his eyebrows, Yuan Yuan looked at the water, which resembled a beauty from all directions, and easily extinguished the White God's anger. At the same time, he did not make the great demons present feel neglected. Yuan Yuan spoke with some surprise.

"Oh, you noticed something was off? That's amazing. None of your friends realized it; they all think Mizusawa is a nice guy."

Night Owl, who had just been arguing with Ye Yulang, had somehow reappeared beside Yuan Yuan, looking at Shui Ze with a strange smile on his face, and spoke softly.

"Do you know how someone as gentle as Mizusawa earned the imposing title of Lord of Rivers?"

Bao Xian Gui and the others shook their heads. Just as the Dragon Bone Spirit had said before, the era when the waters were active was far too long ago. For the demon race, who had no written history and relied solely on oral tradition, such a long period of time was enough for the deeds of any hero to disappear.

The eerie smile vanished, and Night Owl reverted to the gentle-smiling young man who subconsciously inspired disgust.

"Did you know? Six hundred years ago, there was a race called the Catfish. As the name suggests, they were an aquatic fish race. Back then, this race was considered quite powerful among all the demons. They had many ordinary demons, and a great demon was in charge of them. Their power was no less than that of the current Dog Clan. However, six hundred years ago, that great demon of the Catfish Clan forged a feud with the Water Margin. At that time, all the great demons were betting on how long it would take the Catfish to kill the Water Margin. Because the Water Margin's gentleness was seen by many demons as a sign of cowardice. In the demon race, the cowardly should die, even if she was a great demon."

After a pause, Night Owl showed a lingering fear on his face before continuing,

"But soon the swamp showed everyone the terror of her rage. In an instant, all the rivers were stained red with blood. All the catfish in the waters, whether they were catfish demons or ordinary catfish, were crushed into mincemeat by the immense water pressure. The entire catfish clan was simply kicked off the stage of history."

Raising his hand to cover half his face, Night Owl revealed a twisted smile on his face, a smile brimming with madness, fighting spirit, and even murderous intent.

"From then on, both monsters and humans realized the terror of this 'cowardly' great monster. To destroy an entire race single-handedly. How astonishing and exhilarating! Just thinking about it makes one want to kill her."

However, Douya and the others could no longer hear Night Owl's words; only one sentence kept repeating in their minds.

To destroy an entire race single-handedly.

Suddenly, a crisp clapping sound rang out. The not-so-loud sound seemed to carry a strange magic, easily suppressing the noisy voices of the monsters and pulling Touya and the others back to their senses.

The signature, slightly mischievous smile returned to Shirakami's face.

"Next, welcome to the Utopia, to my country!"

Behind him, a golden ripple spread through the air, seemingly welcoming the arrival of the crowd.

P.S. Just to prove I'm still alive. I'll resume regular updates on the 15th.

written request for leave

Ughhhhh, I'm going crazy! I've said so many times in the PS at the end of the chapter that I have exams coming up and I'm studying for them. I'll finish the exams on the 14th and resume my stable daily updates of over 4,000 words on the 15th. But people are still saying I've abandoned the project and asking why I haven't been updating. Ughhhhh, I'm about to have a breakdown!

Well, I had to ask for leave. Now you all know what I was doing, right? Stop calling me a eunuch! (((￣へ￣井))

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Additional version of leave request

Phew, I went berserk as soon as I saw the word "eunuch," but I've calmed down a bit now, so let me explain.

First of all, I am a student after all, and exams are very important, so I hope everyone can understand why I haven't been updating recently.

Secondly, I said I wouldn't abandon the project, and I mean it. My goal for this book is at least one million words, which means it's only halfway done. Moreover, I've poured a lot of effort into this book, and I'm determined to give it a good ending. So, I can't let it end in such a humiliating way as abandoning it.

I hope my words will give you, the readers, a little more confidence to keep reading. I'm off to school because I have experiments to do on Sunday.