Inner Destroyer

　It was my fault! "

　"I didn't mean to hypnotize my friend and then casually asked her who her favorite person was. She said it had always been me!"

　"I'm not a monster! I just... I just want someone who truly loves me..."

　Having said that, Vanstra finally couldn't bear it anymore, and could no longer endure the collapse that surged in her heart. She covered her face and sobbed.

　In response, Samael just curled his lips in boredom.

　The power over the mind is convenient and absolutely powerful—but power doesn't solve all problems.

　Perhaps you hypnotized the entire school to █ ...

　Maybe you hypnotized a good girl and made her really give all her heart to love you...but after the pleasure, you gradually became more greedy, hoping that her love was not because of hypnosis, but because of sincerity.

　But how can you make a heart that has been distorted and changed by hypnosis "real" again?

　Perhaps, you hypnotized your childhood crush, and when you got tired of her, you casually asked her who she missed the most, and you wanted to be the best in front of her. However, when she pulled out a photo she missed, you discovered that it was of yourself as a child.

　Even if you quickly hypnotize her again to "forget everything", how can you get back the things that have been lost and broken by your own hands?

　Is the love you get through hypnosis the love you want? Is the love others understand the same as the love you pursue?

　How do I know that you do everything I want you to do to me because you love me and not because of my power?!

　While everything in this world can be solved with sheer force, interpersonal relationships are the only area where this doesn't apply. Ultimately, the most difficult problems to resolve are always the self-contradictions that arise from dwelling on one's own stubbornness.

　So Vanstra collapsed and became impotent.

　So he gave everything he had, hoping to have one last erection and cure his sheep impotence with a large-scale resurrection ceremony - but that also failed miserably.

　If he really is a perfect villain, a spherical hypnotist uncle in a vacuum, who does not feel any remorse or pain for his actions, then perhaps it is possible that he will not care at all and live happily forever.

　However, he is not.

　Therefore, Samael was very disapproving of the professor's sentimentality: "How pitiful. Then why don't you just hypnotize yourself? Hypnotizing yourself can make you extremely happy every day and make your penis erect again. How simple is that?"

　The professor was immediately choked back on what he was about to say and was left speechless.

　Because he didn't dare.

　Having seen firsthand how far the power of hypnosis could go, and knowing that misusing it could backfire, how could the professor dare to hypnotize himself?

　After all, he was just a useless hypnotist uncle who was knocked to the ground by fate, that's all.

　"For two thousand years, many have, through fortuitous encounters, obtained fragments of my power, becoming kings and overlords for a time. However, their personalities were unworthy of my might, and they ultimately met tragic ends. Some at least lived to old age, while others quickly collapsed. As for you..."

　Samael raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile again.

　"The culprit who created such a tragic cruise ship actually has the nerve to claim that he's just someone who truly loves you? Dalek Vanstra, I tell you the truth—I'm not a demon. But you're better at making me laugh than a demon."

　She commented in a tone as if discussing the weather.

　As for this, the professor really couldn't say a single word of rebuttal.

　His expression now was as if he had woken up from a nightmare, but when he turned to look out the window, he found that there was a black sky and a dazzling black sun above his head.

　Will the sun exploit humans? Will it bargain with them, negotiate terms, and even sign business contracts?

　The answer is NO. Therefore, the Black Sun simply admires how humans abuse their power and enjoys the farce they perform.

　Having said that, even though he had given up on curing the sheep impotence, he still couldn't let Professor Vanstra close his eyes and wait for death... after all.

　"Samael, Lord of the Angels of Darkness, Sin, Death, and Destruction, Lord of the Most High Heavens, Archenemy of God, King of the Blind Angels. I return to you the fragments of your power."

　He took out the artifact fragment from his pocket, held it high above his head, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily.

　"Please defeat 'Rip Zhenren' and the two girls beside him. Don't let me die in their hands! Let me live!"

　This fragment of the artifact, which possesses a small piece of the power of the eternally powerful Samael, is actually just a small ancient coin, a small ancient Roman denarius.

　Watching the professor kneel on the ground, kowtow like crazy, and obediently return his power fragments, Samael smiled unchanged and tilted his head: "No."

　"Ah...ah?!"

　"When did you become qualified to bargain with me?"

　A cat-like smile appeared on Samael's lips.

　""Rep Master"" - I think that young man is very cute. He is better than you, smarter than you, and more charismatic than you. He can think calmly, accept things humbly, and is decisive when it comes to judgment. Why should I help a loser like you to fight him? I prefer to be Na

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　He is of use to me—"

　This statement was so blunt and so logical that the professor was speechless for a moment. Fortunately, he still had some brain cells left, and he immediately changed his stance: "Then—don't let me die at their hands! I don't care what happens to them, just let me live!"

　"make a deal."

　Samael's golden eyes, with pupils standing up like dragons, narrowed cutely.

　The next moment, she stretched out her hand like lightning and poked Vanstra's head with a finger.

　Instantly, the professor felt his soul being torn apart. He opened his eyes wide in agony, a vision of drowning looming before his eyes. He collapsed to the sand, struggling for breath, and raised his head to beg the Devil to spare his life.

　"Promise—let me live—"

　His desperate gaze met the demon king's, but Samael just stood there, looking down at him coldly.

　"When did you become qualified to bargain with me?"

　"But I am a generous God, so I will let you live—forever."

　As soon as he finished speaking, Dalek Vanstra had transformed into snow-white salt. A humanoid statue made entirely of rock salt, half-kneeling and half-collapsed, remained motionless.

　She had experienced this familiar ending so many times that it no longer felt fresh at all.

　How many mortals, driven by various desires and motivations, have ended up in this miserable state? And what did all this ultimately produce? Just more variations of the same thing. Hundreds of millions of desires, induced by a richer variety of reasons, ultimately ended up with the same result.

　Samael yawned adorably and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the sand in the desert rose naturally and transformed into a magnificent temple with a crimson throne.

　She placed her noble little butt on the throne, then smiled slightly and began to wait and look forward to it.

　Will the last scene of today's play bring her some surprises?

　Maybe, just maybe Rape the Master would even give her a little scare.

　014: Your wish

　Five minutes later, Qi Xing, Sister Elaine and Magical Girl Artemina successfully entered the deepest level of the "Inner World".

　The door to the deepest level was opened by Artemina.

　"Huh? You can open a portal?!"

　Even Qi Xing was surprised at this at first.

　"This is my unique magic."

　Although Artemina smiled subtly, her ears trembled, and one could tell she was actually quite pleased with herself.

　"I can use Moonlight Arrow to open doors in walls, teleport, and pass through barriers."

　After that, she demonstrated it once. First, a luminous arrow shot onto the ground at her feet, transforming into a yellow portal, an elliptical ring about two meters high and a little over a meter wide. Then, another arrow shot five hundred meters away, transforming into a silver-blue portal of the same size and shape. Both sides could enter and exit from each other.

　Qi Xing was stunned at first, and it took him a few seconds to react. He immediately asked, "Is there a distance limit?"

　"I haven't tested it," Artemina replied simply, "but anywhere you can see and shoot should be fine."

　This unique magic is so scary!

　Magical girls aren't traditional magicians. They typically sign contracts with mythical beings like fairies, djinn, and gods, granting them the power to use specific types of magic. However, they're magical warriors who lack a wide variety of spells.

　Therefore, all magical girls receive exclusive weapons and combat uniforms, as well as the most commonly used spells like body enhancement, energy shields, and magic bullets. Furthermore, based on their individual talents, personality, and contracted master, they are granted one or two unique spells. Unlike traditional mages who bury themselves in books, magical girls refine these few spells to assist in combat.

　Artemina's "Moon Gate" was one of her unique magics. Before Qi Xing arrived at the Deep Layer, she had used this spell to carry Elaine around, hopping around and escaping the Dragon of Osiris.

　"The second use is similar to Doraemon's Piercing Ring. You can open a door in the wall and pass through it. It can be used on barriers, demarcation lines, barriers...anything with a wall. However, it seems that it won't work on walls that are too thick or too strong."

　Artemina explained with gestures.

　It was this unique spell that allowed her to penetrate the depths of the "Inner World" and, by chance, save Elaine's life. Otherwise, judging by Artemina's knowledge and personality, she clearly lacked the skills to navigate the "Inner World."

　And this is just its simplest use.

　Seeing the two uses for this spell, Qi Xing couldn't help but think of some terrifying ideas... Then again, there were many uses for "portals" in the book world... Oh my god, this is too scary. Fortunately, the person who got this spell was a good child like Artemina - Qi Xing decided not to continue thinking in the dark direction.

　In addition, Qi Xing himself picked up a very tangible loot.

　When Anubis dissipated, a golden scale fell to the ground. One side was empty, and the other side contained a white ostrich feather as a weight.

　This is the famous "Scales of Punishment" in ancient Egyptian mythology. This feather is a symbol of Maat, the ancient Egyptian goddess of truth and justice.

　The religion of the New Kingdom of Ancient Egypt believed that after death, people would be judged in the underworld by the god Anubis or his father Osiris. On one end of the scale was the heart of the deceased, representing the soul, and on the other end was the

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　A feather representing justice was used as a weight. If the heart was lighter than the feather or equal in weight, the deceased was innocent; otherwise, the heart was guilty, and the monster Amit, with a crocodile head and a lion body, would devour the deceased.

　Sister Elaine explained,

　"Mr. Qi, you are now playing the role of the judge god Osiris in this 'inner world'. You should be able to use the power of this scale."

　Honestly, this mythical power of judging sin was indeed very attractive to Qi Xing. After all, this world, which seemed like a wasteland, really needed the power of judgment and punishment to cleanse it up.

　"Can this scale still be used after being taken out of the 'Inner World'?"

　So Qi Xing took the scale and asked expectantly.

　"That's hard to say." Elaine was a little embarrassed. "If we can take the energy source of this 'inner world' with us, it should be possible?"

　This sounds promising!

　Qi Xing nodded. They prepared themselves, Artemina opened the door, and the three of them, remaining alert, entered the Heart Chamber.

　The endless white desert did not shock them.

　The spectacular temples made of sand are not particularly surprising.

　However, just before they stepped into this ancient Egyptian-style temple, the three of them felt a strong will looming over the entire temple. It was as if a black sun completely obscured the sky, plunging the entire world into endless darkness.

　The desert outside was still scorching hot, and the sun was shining brightly, but they could feel a dark aura at the temple's entrance, which was truly eerie.

　"Big Demon."

　Elaine shuddered and turned pale.

　"It's impossible to just give Professor Vanstra one last blow and be done with it. The demon behind his scheme has probably already descended upon this 'heart chamber'."

　Monsters of the rank of celestial beings, gods, and ancient demons cannot easily descend upon the mortal realm. Generally speaking, mortal masters only need to worry about mortal-level enemies—but the depths of the "Inner Realm" are not mortal. If a mortal master enters a "heart chamber," Zeus will also descend into that very "heart chamber" and murder you, leaving you with no recourse.

　"If we could know the name of this demon in advance, we could make some targeted preparations."

　She said with some sadness.

　Fighting against gods, demons, and the like is much easier if you know their names in advance. Going head-on with an ancient demon you don't know the whole story of in another world is simply too suicidal.

　When Qi Xing heard Elaine's words, he couldn't help but sweat in his heart.

　Because he did know the name of the demon before him—wasn't it Samael? But how could he explain to the nun why he knew it?

　But if he didn't tell the Riddler, and the result was a lack of information and ultimately a loss, that would be truly stupid. Qi Xing had seen this kind of plot too many times in his two lifetimes, and it was simply unacceptable for him to have to deal with it.

　"Samael."

　So he opened his mouth and said,

　"That great demon appeared in the shallow layer and called himself Samael."

　The terrifying name made the nun shudder and bite her lip. "Samael? Satan himself, appearing under his alias? I suppose your half-baked knowledge of Osiris was also instilled in you by him?"

　Qi Xing shrugged. "What's wrong with that? Without her guidance, I wouldn't be able to get into the deeper levels."

　Elaine sighed in despair: "Alright. Anyway, no matter what the true identity of this Samael is, any great demon who calls himself Samael should not be underestimated."

　"But even the demon king must abide by his role and rules as long as he remains in the depths of the 'Inner World.' This 'Inner World' symbolizes the underworld, and Mr. Qi, you are now Osiris, the king of the underworld. The possibility of exorcising the demon is still very high. May God watch over us."

　Hope so.

　Qi Xing nodded silently without saying anything else. The three of them walked into the temple together.

　They saw a crimson throne.

　They saw, half-kneeling, half-slumped on the ground beside the throne, what looked like Professor Vanstra himself, transformed into a rock salt statue. The nun gasped softly.