Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Their gaze fell on Lin Jiu'an, who stood in the distance with his hands in his pockets, leisurely as if watching a play.

She hadn't launched a surprise attack before because she knew she was no match for this guy, but now, this evil sixth beast was completely toying with her. If she didn't take action against it, who knew what might happen next.

"Well!"

Nero channeled his last bit of magic power, and blazing flames rose from his sword.

He suddenly rushed towards Lin Jiu'an's position.

Countless tentacles blocked her way, and black mud surged up from the ground like a tidal wave, rushing towards her. Nero suddenly swung her fire sword, carving a path through the waves of black mud and cutting off the tentacles that were lashing out at her, before reaching Lin Jiu'an.

He raised his sword high.

It slashed straight at Lin Jiu'an's head, as if it wanted to split him in two from head to toe.

However, once the sword was raised above his head in a downward slashing motion, he was unable to move it even an inch further.

And right behind Nero.

Countless thin 'ropes' formed from black mud shot out from the ground behind and on both sides of her, tightly binding Nero's waist, legs, wrists, and arms backward, making it impossible for her to move her sword forward even an inch.

"Just a little more! Just a little is enough!"

She looked at Lin Jiu'an, who still had his hands in his pockets, smiling as if he were looking at her with a hint of disdain.

Nero struggled against the backward force in his hand.

His hands and sword were trembling.

"you..."

The rope and Nero remained locked in a stalemate for a long time.

Just as Lin Jiu'an was smiling and about to say something, Nero suddenly exerted his strength.

"Drink!"

The sword was still burning with its last flames.

The pitch-black rope that had been entangled with her for so long and seemed to be exhausting her was instantly burned by the flames.

Nero's eyes lit up as he looked at Lin Jiu'an, who was completely unguarded, hands in his pockets, smiling at him, seemingly unaware that he possessed the magic to break free from his restraints.

good chance!

Hmph, you foolish beast of original sin, you didn't expect I'd deliberately stored up a little magic power, did you?!

You will pay the price for your arrogance!

Nero poured the last of his magical power into his sword, which burned with intense heat as it slashed downwards toward Lin Jiu'an's head.

*Pfft!*

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, followed by a pitiful wail.

"Aa ...

Clang!

The burning longsword fell to the ground.

Nero suddenly raised her head, looked up at the sky, her beautiful eyes wide open, her cherry lips parted, and her face no longer showed the smugness and pride of her previous successful scheme; instead, she let out a miserable wail.

"Tsk, why are you doing this?"

Lin Jiu'an shook his head.

Manipulating the black mud, two more ropes were extended, binding Nero's out-of-control hands once more.

Then, unhurriedly, he said, "You know you can't beat me, so why struggle? Just lie there and wait for me to favor you, won't that be better?"

"You...you wicked villain! I...I will never let you get away with this...Aaaaaaaah?!?!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Nero's angry voice turned into a pitiful wail, and then quickly into a plea for mercy.

"No, stop! Stop! That's not it! It's wrong, isn't it?!?"

"Stop! Stop! Give me a quick death! It hurts so much!!!"

Lin Jiu'an approached Nero with a smile, admiring her face, which was contorted with pain.

No matter how much Nero begged for mercy, Lin Jiu'an remained calm, his hands behind his back, enjoying the sight of her agonizing screams as she was tormented by the black mud. Only after about half a cup of tea's time did Lin Jiu'an stop his rampage.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Nero did not answer Lin Jiu'an's question.

Her small face was pale from the torture she had just endured, covered in fine beads of sweat, and she was whimpering in pain, as if this could alleviate her suffering.

"Heh, heh heh..."

After recovering for a while.

Those beautiful eyes, which had lost their sparkle, gradually regained their focus.

However, the intense stimulation from the attack had already left Nero in excruciating pain. After a while, Nero finally managed to adjust to the pain in her back. Her gaze returned to Lin Jiu'an's face, but the hand that was touching her face, which she had wanted to bite, had lost its strength.

All he could say in frustration was, "You... ouch...ouch?!?"

Before he finished speaking, the corrupting magic had already begun to spread from the black mud that had invaded Nero's body.

It first permeates through the intestinal wall.

It then spread to Nero's limbs and bones.

The black mud that began to stir violently as she wanted to reprimand it was no longer the one that had only brought pain when it first invaded. Under the influence of the corrupt magic, Nero felt her body becoming strange.

Most of the previous pain has transformed into a joy that is infinitely more pleasurable than when she was enjoying a performance in the spotlight, a joy that has made her want to become addicted to it.

And the remaining pain.

In that unparalleled, ultimate pleasure, just like lemon used to neutralize the sweetness of cola, this 'pain' began to feel wonderful to Nero.

"No! No! You villain! Stop! Stop it! Stop it?!"

Tears of fear welled up in Nero's beautiful eyes, and she wailed incessantly.

The next moment, the black mud that had been binding and controlling her vanished instantly, leaving only the black mud that had invaded her body and could no longer support her. Without support, Nero collapsed to the ground, groaning and convulsing.

"Can you get up now?"

Nero lay there for a while before raising her head. Her beautiful eyes, filled with tears, glared at Lin Jiu'an with resentment, but she could no longer utter any harsh words. Even her tears flowed uncontrollably against her will.

demon!

This guy is a complete and utter devil!

Do you want to take the initiative, or do you want to continue being passive?

"Kill me...wait, wait, wait?!"

The dark magic that permeated Nero's body surged once more, turning her unfinished words into a wail.

Seeing Nero's beautiful eyes lose focus and continue to wail on the ground, Lin Jiu'an laughed mockingly.

"Your Majesty Nero, do you really think that if you fall into my hands, you still have the option of 'death'?"

Nero rolled her beautiful eyes and wailed, "Ugh?! I... I'll take the initiative! I'll take the initiative! Stop! I'll do... ugh... ugh?!"

The black mud that was moving violently inside her body finally stopped.

Nero lay on the ground, panting with relief, two lines of humiliated tears welling in her beautiful eyes.

"Your Majesty, my patience is limited."

Hearing Lin Jiu'an's deliberately mocking "Your Majesty," Nero's humiliation deepened. He struggled to his feet, knelt on the ground, and, feeling the still-present black mud, asked in a trembling voice, "Could you please remove that thing from my body first?"

Are you trying to bargain with me?

Sensing the black sludge inside her body becoming active again, Nero's face paled, and she hurriedly said, "Don't take it away! Don't take it away! I'll make it! I'll make it right now!"

As Nero spoke, she endured the strange sensation and stood up. She looked at Lin Jiu'an, hesitated for a moment, and then felt the black mud in her body begin to stir again. Her face turned pale, and she immediately walked to him, stood on tiptoe with a humiliated expression, and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

But just as Nero's body moved closer to him, and his pink lips seemed about to touch hers...

Nero suddenly opened her eyes, and her beautiful eyes, which had previously held only pain and fragility, became fierce and filled with rage.

Suddenly, his right hand grasped the sword.

The magic power that had been restored somewhat due to Lin Jiu'an's infusion surged into it without reservation, and scorching flames burned on its shoulder as it slashed towards Lin Jiu'an's neck.

"Die!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand grabbed Nero's small hand that was holding the sword.

The sword, still burning with flames, could no longer advance an inch.

"It seems you really enjoy communicating with those tentacles of my main body?"

Seeing the stiff expression on Nero's face, Lin Jiu'an revealed a sinister smile.

"Then you should go play with them first."

"No! No! I'll throw... oh?!?"

Before Nero could finish speaking, the black mud inside his body had already become active again.

Instantly, her pupils disappeared from her open eyes, and she lost the ability to continue speaking.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh?!!!!”

Lin Jiu'an watched as Nero was dragged backward into the black mud that was stuck inside her body, along with countless more tentacles, until her entire petite figure was completely swallowed up. Then he snapped his fingers.

The theater disappeared.

He turned and stepped into the imaginary space.

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Prison gate.

Space tore open, and Lin Jiu'an stepped out of the imaginary space.

"Owner!"

Hu Yanzhuo and Nagao Kagetora, who had been guarding the gate, immediately rushed forward.

"I'm so sorry, Master!"

Hu Yanzhu knelt down on the ground with a 'plop', adopting the dogeza posture that Lin Jiu'an had always liked, with his forehead pressed against the back of his hands crossed on the ground, his waist pointing downwards and his buttocks sticking up high.

"Scalding is useless!"

Kagetora Nagao, who hadn't originally planned to kneel, was stunned.

After hesitating for a second, Nagao Kagetora also knelt on the ground, performing a much more standard dogeza than Huyan Zhuo.

"Master, I'm sorry, it was Kagetora who was useless and failed to stop Scáthach, letting them escape."

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Jiu'an remained noncommittal.

Although neither of these two women has accomplished anything since meeting Fujimaru Ritsuka, it's obviously not their fault.

Aside from the time when Huyan Zhuo secretly let Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others escape.

In the other two instances, both Rama and Scáthach were beyond their capabilities; the only one to blame is Fujimaru Ritsuka's protagonist aura, but...

Do you want to become stronger?

Chapter Twenty: Sita, wait for me!

"Become stronger?"

Hu Yanzhuo and Nagao Kagetora raised their heads at the same time, looking at Lin Jiu'an with eager eyes.

"Is it alright, Master?"

"Give it a try. After all, you're so weak right now, you can't do anything right."

"Woo!"

Hu Yanzhuo's delicate body trembled, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes because of Lin Jiu'an's casual remark.