The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"........."

???

"This……"

It's so weird.

Is she...?

"What's the problem?"

The sage raised his right leg, placed his interlaced fingers on it, and asked in surprise:

Do you think I'm not good enough?

Not worthy?

A sudden surge of vigilance from the depths of his soul jolted Karan awake, and he hurriedly spoke:

"No, it's not..."

But it was too late.

Hehehe.

Karan wanted to explain, but his throat could no longer produce a sound; he could only open and close his mouth repeatedly.

The shadowy figure loomed larger before her eyes, and the sage silently approached her, looking down at her.

The false warmth that once existed in their eyes has vanished completely, leaving only indifference.

"You actually think that way."

Using her cold fingers to lift Karan's chin, she spoke silently:

I am very disappointed.

"I'd like to ask you instead, why do you find it strange?"

As the sage asked his question, an inexplicable pressure silently descended upon Kalan's body.

It seemed that in the void, unknown to anyone, countless eyes were simultaneously casting their gaze upon her body and soul!

boom--

Her knees grew heavy, forcing her to kneel before the prophet, yet simultaneously, under the influence of another force, she maintained the posture of having her head tilted back.

Karan is not a weak woman without any power; she is a true demon lord, a terrifying demon capable of fighting against saints!

But now, she can only wait to be punished like a slave who has done something wrong.

!

!

This should have been humiliating, something that should have sparked a desire for resistance in Karan, but for some reason, she felt no anger at this moment.

A strange sensation swept across my spine once again, spreading throughout my body.

Being watched, despised, bound, and awaiting punishment... Karan felt comfortable.

A twisted pleasure gradually took over her mind.

In her heart, she even subconsciously began to crave more...

"Oh."

!

!

A sneer shattered all of Karan's illusions, bringing her back to reality and forcing her to confront the bleak truth.

Time seemed to pass in an instant, yet he remained in that shameful posture, yearning for his master's punishment.

The sage seemed satisfied, regaining his previous gentleness, and asked affectionately:

What do you think I lack?

"What am I lacking to become the Lord of the Abyss?"

Gently stroking Karan's chin with her thumb, she asked, puzzled:

"Strength?"

"Do you believe there are beings in the abyss more powerful than me?"

More powerful than you?

There shouldn't be any.

Kalan wasn't boasting, but among the few remaining layers of the abyss, he wasn't considered strong; in fact, he was among the weakest.

However, she would not be helpless when facing other demon lords; she would have enough power to protect herself.

And what about the wise?

Given the current situation... there's nothing more to explain.

"Or are you referring to qualifications?"

"Do you think there is anyone more qualified than me?"

qualifications.

In this abyss, who is superior to this monster of unknown origin?

nobody.

"........."

Having figured all this out, Karan no longer cared about shame and knelt there blankly.

Yes, what was I panicking about before?

It seems like there's no problem at all, isn't there?

"See, you understand now, don't you?"

Releasing his grip, the sage shook his head helplessly and sat back on his throne.

Those eyes looked away, and the restraints on their backs and bodies disappeared as if they had never existed.

"Are there still any doubts?"

Rising from his spot, Kalan walked silently to the throne.

She knelt before the sage, lowered her head to gently kiss her toes, and humbly spoke:

"Welcome back to your most faithful abyss, my lord."

……

……

"That's a really interesting reaction."

Kalan left as instructed, while Ning Feng remained seated on her throne, rubbing her fingertips and savoring the sensation she had just experienced.

Or rather, he was savoring the emotions that Karan had previously conveyed to him.

"Some people may appear to be the sadist on the surface, but their true nature behind the scenes may be hard to predict."

"The contrast is quite interesting."

It looks fierce and domineering on the surface, but it softens up with just a light touch... Wait, something doesn't seem right with this description.

The line between abuser and victim is very ambiguous and can be reversed at any time.

The best hunters often appear as prey.

"However, as long as I retain my power, I don't have to worry about becoming someone else's plaything one day."

However, even the most cunning hunter becomes powerless in the face of true power.

Cunning? Is it useful?

Even if you're a master of sliding tackles, I'd still like to see an unarmed hunter claim he can kill a tiger with a sliding tackle.

Of course, the one that choked the tiger to death doesn't count.

"Don't you think so? Anyway, I feel... oh?"

He asked himself, but the black cat that appeared beside the throne was not the usual one.

Instead, they are silent, standing angels.

"........."

Cecilia stared at Ning Feng, but it was as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

Ning Feng was not surprised by this change and turned his head to take a look.

"This is really rare..."

Clang——

The lingering rays of the blazing sun exploded before my eyes, unleashing a terrifying power.

"...Guest."

Then he gazed at the spear that had stopped half an inch in front of the boy with the eye, and smiled calmly:

"It seems you have a lot to ask me."

"However, I think it's better to put away your weapons before asking anyone questions."

He raised his hand, his seemingly powerless fingers flicking at the sharp tip of the gun, easily pushing it away.

"Don't be so angry, Cecilia."

Pushing aside the spear tip that threatened him, Ning Feng once again adopted a relaxed posture, arrogantly sitting on the throne.

Cecilia: "…………"

In silence, the angel raised his spear once more.

Faced with the dangerous move, Ning Feng gazed into the angel's golden eyes, a smile playing on his lips.