Honkai Summoning.

“Then let me do it,” Su Mo said, then looked at Xia Er, “Miss Xia Er, would you mind lending us a little space?”

“You can enhance the strength of the Demon Knights, of course you can,” Charles nodded and said.

As for Tranton, he certainly wouldn't stop Su Mo; in fact, he never seemed to stop Su Mo from doing anything.

After sending someone to contact Lady Liz and giving some instructions, Tranton planned to stay in this castle-like place. He was also somewhat curious about how Su Mo would train these demons.

That night, around midnight, while everyone was fast asleep, a muffled groan, barely suppressed, suddenly echoed through the castle.

Su Mo slowly pulled the knife out of his palm—not his own, but the palm in front of him—and watched the wound heal rapidly.

“No different from Arno and the others,” Su Mo thought to himself, then plunged the knife into the chest of the person in front of him.

This was an ordinary room. Su Mo stood beside the wall, holding a dinner knife in one hand and reaching out with the other to press down on the face of the blond-haired man in front of him, pinning him completely to the wall.

The blond-haired man tried to scream in pain as the knife pierced his hand, but could only manage muffled groans. Su Mo's thumb pressed against his chin, preventing him from even opening his mouth a crack.

After stabbing him a few times, confirming that this guy was indeed a demon like Arno and the others in terms of physique, Su Mo released his left hand and looked at the blond-haired man in front of him, saying, "I have some questions for you."

Yellow Hair clutched his chest, his face filled with terror. Although the wound had healed, the pain made him feel as if he were still being pierced by a sharp knife.

Chapter 47 Instructor, I want special training!

While in agony, Huang Mao heard the man who had suddenly appeared in the room and stabbed him several times without saying a word casually say, "I have some questions for you."

Huang Mao suddenly felt like his whole life was ruined.

Although he hadn't read many books, he was still a high school student and had watched a lot of movies, TV series, and novels.

This isn't how you force a confession, is it?

Shouldn't a normal forced confession process go like this: questioning – resistance – beating – further questioning – continued resistance – another beating – submission?

It also involves all sorts of conspiracies and schemes, psychological and physical battles. If possible, the one that Huang Mao would be most willing to accept is the honey trap; he probably wouldn't even need a beating to confess.

Shouldn't the process be one that everyone can accept?

Who would come up and stab someone a few times without saying a word before finally speaking?

"Why don't you just ask?" Huang Mao said in a trembling voice. Although his injuries had healed, as Su Mo said, these little guys were no fighting force at all. After a few cuts, they had already lost the courage to resist.

“I’ll just ask directly,” Su Mo said.

"You started it!" the blond-haired man roared.

Su Mo paused for a moment, then nodded: "Oh, that was just an experiment, it can be ignored."

"..."

Huang Mao stared blankly at Su Mo.

“Tell me your origins. Don’t try to fob me off with demons or anything like that. I know you’re not demons,” Su Mo said, looking at the blond-haired man.

Although he had formed a judgment in his mind, Su Mo was not absolutely certain that these people came from Earth, or from a world similar to Earth. He could only confirm it by getting a positive answer from them.

This blond-haired man was the "responder" chosen by Su Mo.

As for why he was chosen instead of that seemingly intelligent, bespectacled guy, it was simply because that guy's room was closest to Su Mo's room; he was just a few steps away from collapsing.

Having been stabbed several times by Su Mo and feeling the full malice of this world, the blond-haired man, who longed to go home, naturally dared not hide anything and truthfully revealed his identity.

Just as Su Mo guessed, these people were not demons, but humans—they came from a place very similar to Earth. As for whether it was Earth or not, Su Mo didn't care. In short, they were definitely human.

These students were on a picnic during a trip when suddenly they were summoned to this world, forced to sign a strange contract, and become so-called "demons." They also gained superhuman strength and speed, as well as the ability to "immortality."

This ability to be immortal is relative. It means that when humans in this world injure them with weapons or fists, their injuries will heal quickly, but injuries caused by them injuring each other will not heal so easily.

However, the recovery speed is also faster than normal.

Their masters were only three people, meaning each of them possessed several demons. This significantly reduced the interference of the contract with them, granting them considerable freedom.

In short, this is a group transmigration event, and the fact that these people have a demonic constitution is their cheat code.

Having read many novels and watched many anime, they naturally considered themselves the protagonists of this world. Of course, after following their three miserable masters and going hungry for three to five days, almost starving to death, they all felt that this world was too unfriendly to "protagonists" like them.

Just as they were arguing about abandoning their past ignorance and naivety to pull off a big heist, they encountered Sebastian and Ciel.

Unsurprisingly, these people were recruited into the organization.

Mature queens, beautiful lolis, and count castles—these elements combined are an irresistible temptation for any kid.

"I've told you everything, can you... please let me go?" After saying all this, the blond-haired man looked at Su Mo anxiously.

"Okay, get up early tomorrow for training." Su Mo nodded calmly.

"Training? What training?" The blond-haired man was taken aback.

Su Mo didn't answer, but just smiled, opened the door and went out.

"Should I... run away?" Huang Mao stayed in the room, racking his brains, wondering what he should do. Should he tell his friends that there was a pervert here? But what if that pervert was waiting at the door?

As he thought about this, he fell asleep.

The next day, while Tranton was still fast asleep, he was awakened by a series of ghostly wails and howls coming from outside.

Impatiently, I threw off the covers, stood up, and went to the balcony. There I saw a group of people lying haphazardly on the lawn of the garden below.

"Huh?" Tranton rubbed his eyes and looked closely. Weren't these the demons he met yesterday?

Why have they all become so miserable after just one night? Except for the three women, everyone else has bruises and swelling on their faces, lying on the ground howling incessantly.

The other three women, though their faces showed no visible injuries, appeared to have endured unimaginable mental torture, judging from their trembling bodies.

As for the culprit behind all this, Tranton shifted his gaze and, without a doubt, it was Su Mo, who was standing to the side, casually waving a short whip in his hand.

“Sebastian…” Tranton called out impatiently.

"What is it, young master?" Su Mo turned his head, revealing a bright and sunny smile, and the wails on the other end stopped abruptly.

The demons immediately looked at Tranton with pleading eyes. This young master is the demon's master, right? He should be able to stop this inhumane behavior, right?

This would have alarmed the United Nations and major human rights organizations on Earth!

Unfortunately, Trent clearly lacked any humanitarian spirit, simply saying, "Next time, find another place; it's too noisy," before yawning and going back to catch up on his sleep.

"Yes, young master." Su Mo turned around and gave the group a devilish smile.

Deep in the mountains, the transmigrators from Earth, dressed in specially made training suits, crawled breathlessly beneath the barbed wire fence, struggling to move forward.

Su Mo stood not far away, his face indifferent, and shouted, "Listen up! You are not human beings now! You are maggots that don't even have names!"

"Only when you have completed my training targets will you truly become a qualified demon!"

"But before that, you were just as meaningless as those otaku's abs, no, you were just like those otaku's abs, you didn't exist at all!"

"You don't even deserve to be seen by the world!"

"Hurry up! I despise you ants!"

On a flat piece of land, dozens of scarecrows stood upright, and the transmigrators, holding short knives, were fiercely stabbing at these scarecrows.

"Don't show me any expression!"

"Shut your mouths! You are nothing but dead objects until you kill the enemy! Slaughter is the only meaning of your existence!"

"Hurry up! What kind of demons are you if you can't even endure this little bit of hardship!"

In the complex and ever-changing forest paths, these people gritted their teeth and ran frantically forward, pursued by several terrifying black bears that stood more than three meters tall—no one knew where Su Mo had gotten them from.

Su Mo's voice rang in their ears from afar.

"Keep running if you don't want to die! If these bear cubs catch you, I'll personally end their lives!"

"We have no place for trash like you on the battlefield!"

"A bunch of losers don't deserve to live!"

A group of people sat on the ground, gazing at and stroking the weapons in their hands, such as short knives and long swords.

"These things are your true lovers! They can truly accompany you for a lifetime!"

"These are your lives, the most important things!"

"That's right, treat them like lovers and cherish them!"

With Charles, Transon, and Sebastian staring in disbelief, the men began talking to the weapons in their hands.

"Fei! I'm your man!"

"Die, you pretty boy, you're mine!"

"Ice, your body is so beautiful..."

"Ahhh! My Daniel Wu! My Professor! My Joong-ki!"

Seeing these people's exaggerated performance, a strange smile appeared on Su Mo's granite-like cold face. He turned to look at Xia Er and Tranton, who had come to "inspect" out of boredom: "Young Master, and Miss Xia Er, are you interested in joining? In just one month, I can make you the most terrifying Predator in the world."

The blank expressions on Tranton and Charles's faces vanished instantly, replaced by a perfectly synchronized head-shaking GIF.

"Well, you train hard, we'll be going now." Tranton turned around stiffly and walked outside almost simultaneously.

"Goodbye." Charles followed behind Tranton.

After a month of events resembling an episode of a comedy anime, filled with glory and humiliation, the transmigrators stood upright before Su Mo.

The childlike innocence on his face had long been replaced by indifference and hardship, and the blond hair that once belonged to the little blond boy had been transformed into a man's hairstyle—a buzz cut.

Everyone exuded a terrifying aura of iron will.

"very good."

Su Mo gently swung his pointer and said, "Now you are no longer ants, no longer maggots. You have the right to stand tall and let me look you in the eye."

The indifferent faces of those people slowly changed, revealing cold smiles.

"From this moment forward, you are excavator operators—no, from this moment forward, you are true demons!"

"From this day forward, you will travel to the City of Thorns, lurking in every corner of the capital, to meet new challenges!"

Chapter Forty-Eight: The Marquis's Diary

"I said, well..."

Looking at the ten people following behind him, who, despite being only ten, exuded a terrifying aura of a thousand troops, Tranton appeared uneasy and spoke to Su Mo.