Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Pah, you scum!

Realizing that the fleeting hope was nothing more than a trap to lure new prey, Morgan and Artoria cursed the cunning demon in their hearts.

But they dared not utter their scorn aloud, nor even look at the wailing secretary-general on the desk. They huddled in the corner like ostriches, trying to minimize their presence, lest the terrible lashes fall upon them again.

An hour later, Boudica was also exhausted.

At that moment, the door to the Prime Minister's office opened again.

“Mother, the black dogs roaming around Lentinion have been almost completely cleared out. I’ve come to report…”

"boom!"

With a dull thud, Bagst, who had just pushed the door open a crack, was pulled inside before he could react. His hands, which were instinctively clenched upside down on the floor, left behind a series of horrifying scratch marks.

Soon, the canine's struggles were drowned out by the sounds of being captured and collided.

Black Dog, has fallen.

“Mother, I’ve dealt with the Wild Hunt. If there are no other missions, I need to…”

"boom!"

The door opened and closed, and the unsuspecting white-haired girl followed in her colleague's footsteps.

The fairy knight Lancelot was defeated.

"Teacher, she insists on seeing you...you...I..."

"Woo——"

Eyewitness Gerald was silenced.

"...?"

The Wild Hunt King, who had been standing upright in the back, did not react and was also swallowed up by the opening and closing gate.

"The rhythm of love is like dragon scales—a beautiful morning begins with coffee!"

"..."

"Sorry, you've come to the wrong door!"

"boom!"

The dragon maid who was passing by was brutally persecuted.

Finally, after the doors of the Prime Minister's office swallowed up one disturbing sound after another, the vast interior of the Prime Minister's residence returned to a deathly silence.

At this moment, Samael looked at the women lying on the ground, unable to get up again, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

No, it's not enough...

Forget it, let's keep it open source.

Then, the ancient serpent looked around and its gaze fell on a humanoid sculpture with pointed ears and silver hair in the corner, and its eyes lit up.

In the blink of an eye, the gray layer on the surface of the stone statue peeled off, and a certain dream demon who had been petrified for a thousand years and three days was gagged again before he could even catch a few breaths of fresh air.

Three hours later.

The only sound in the office was the faint breathing of a sleeper. Samael, standing alone in the center, thought for a moment, then went behind his desk, rummaged through a drawer, found Morgan's phone, found a number, and casually sent a message.

"Bawanshi, do you know how to swear?"

"No! I am a lady who follows your teachings, the most adorable Bavanshi, the most obedient Bavanshi."

The fairy knight, who was squatting in the living room watching TV during his vacation, glanced at the source of the information, quickly put his feet under the sofa, sat up straight, and made a solemn promise.

"Oh……"

Samael curled his lips, chose the right angle, and took a picture of Morgan's still-stunning face before clicking "send image".

"..."

"I @＃￥@!"

"Mother, what's wrong with you?! Samael, you bastard, just you wait! I will never let you get away with this!"

“I *** you *** ***…”

Upon seeing a string of cryptic characters, Samael calmly turned off his phone.

"boom!"

Ten minutes later, the menacing fairy knight kicked open the door, rushed into the room, and roared angrily.

"Samael, get out of here..."

However, as the office scene came into view, the fearless Bawanshi couldn't help but shudder, and her aggressive questioning came to an abrupt halt.

"Hey, you're here?"

Samael, standing in the center of the office, smiled brightly as if chatting casually.

Bawanshi realized something was wrong, her face twitched, and she instinctively turned and ran.

However, once a fawn steps into the trap, it is destined to have no chance of escaping the clutches of the devil.

Half an hour later, Bavanshi, who had been knocked unconscious, nestled in her mother Morgan's arms, tears welling in her eyes, trembling.

Samael looked at the women lying all over the ground, shook his head helplessly, and then drew a new stroke on the Destiny Tablet.

Suddenly, the women who had been unconscious seemed to be stimulated and woke up one after another. The lingering shock that had almost overwhelmed their reason gradually cooled down, and they regained some strength.

"You can't do this..."

Samael's gaze swept over the women, and he offered them earnest advice with a smile.

"So, we still need to exercise more. Let's continue!"

Run!

Instantly, upon hearing that deadly word, all the females present—whether Saint Seiya, Fairy Knight, Nightmare, Witch, Wizard, or Goddess—pale with fear, struggled to their feet, and rushed toward the narrow door in unison.

"Snapped!"

The crisp snap of fingers rang out again, and everything was frozen in time once more.

Familiar sensory stimulation and a sense of descent into depravity overwhelmed the women, who couldn't help but let out mournful cries.

"So, the trial begins, and the first item is called—【One, Two, Three, Freeze】?"

Samael watched as the beautiful lambs, whose skin had turned a rosy red in just a few seconds and who were now trembling uncontrollably, were not in a hurry. Instead, he approached step by step, a pleased smile spreading across his face.

"Or, you could call it—the [Time Stop Series]..."

Then, the ancient serpent looked at the Destiny Plate floating in mid-air, and a pleased smile appeared on its lips.

The full name of the game is—[World Modulation Mode].

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Female Competition Master and the PUA Master

Seven days and seven nights later.

Samael stretched lazily in the sunlight, unwrapping the arms and legs wrapped around his body. A happy smile appeared on his lips. He felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and was refreshed.

The oxen that worked tirelessly to plow the fields did not die from exhaustion, but the fields that received the bounty were almost drained of nutrients due to over-exploitation, leaving the land littered with dead animals.

After that, you naturally need to find some entertainment.

Samael stepped over his own masterpieces scattered on the floor, went behind Morgan's desk, opened the drawer, and searched around.

Unfortunately, the drawer was very tidy, with no smoke or fire.

Unlike Orange, who was a heavy smoker, the witch who became prime minister was clearly not yet tainted by the vices of modern society.

With no other option, Samael had to settle for second best. He took some state banquet-grade black tea from the drawer, boiled some water, brewed himself a cup, and leisurely picked up the teacup to take a delicious sip.

Then, he turned to the side and lowered his head.

"Oh, there's another one?"

"No! I didn't! I didn't see anything!"

Upon seeing the head that peeked in and the brightly smiling face, the dragon girl hiding in the corner turned deathly pale. Her pink tail stood straight up as if electrocuted, and the dragon scales on its surface burst open in horror. She hurriedly waved her hands, trying to distance herself from the situation.

Although Elizabeth's uniform was somewhat dirty, it remained in its original condition, with no extra marks on her body. She was only a little listless and her eyes were bloodshot.

Clearly, the Dragon Girl managed to escape the continuous purges by pretending to be dead while crawling under a table for seven days and seven nights.

But in the end, she couldn't escape being dragged out, her cries tinged with sobs.

"I really was just passing by..."

"I know……"

The demon blinked, seemingly helpless, and mercilessly dragged her out inch by inch.

"But there's nothing I can do, you're all I have left..."

Its claws, gripping the cracks in the floor, left deep marks, yet it could not resist the power emanating from the gods, like an ancient dragon being dragged out of its cave by hunters.

at last,

Fate is finally going to turn against this lovely idol!

Looking at the burning house, the Dragon Girl seemed to have already foreseen her future. She closed her eyes sadly, preparing to face her fate.

Gulp, now it's going to turn into dragon meat steak...

"Sweetie, take it..."

The low whispers, like the murmurs of a demon, echoed in my ears.

It feels thick, large, hard, and solid to the touch...

The dragon girl stopped trembling and looked down at the thick, big, and hard mop handle in her hand, her little face full of confusion.

"..."

"Come on, since you're the only one who can move, help them get dressed and mop the floor while you're at it."

At that moment, Samael, who came out of the bathroom, thoughtfully hung a bucket on her other hand.

……

Looking at that radiant smile, the Dragon Girl's facial muscles twitched violently.

She understood; she understood everything.

It wasn't that the other side didn't notice her; rather, they deliberately left her until the very end.

Because someone always has to clean up the mess.

The dragon girl's hands, gripping the bucket and mop, cracked with every knuckle, as if she wanted to shove the mop head right into that guy's mouth and swish it around a few times.

So you kept me here just to mop the floor for you!

Why can they lie around while I have to work? This is just too much of a bullying for a dragon...

Clearly, I'm just as good as anyone else.

In the end, the mop obediently fell to the ground. Forced by someone's tyranny, the dragon girl cleaned the floor while feeling indignant and resentful.

Samael, standing to the side, leisurely sipped his tea, acting as the supervisor.

There's no way around it; while indulgence is great, it's a real hassle to clean up afterward. With free labor available, why not take advantage of it?

However, with more than a dozen "corpses" lying on the ground and only one person working, the efficiency was naturally lacking.

Samael generously expressed his understanding of the Dragon Girl's lack of enthusiasm, then, swirling his teacup, went to the French windows, looked down, and glanced mockingly at the clump of evergreen plants in the corner.

"Does it look good?"

"..."

The air seemed to ripple as Hinako Akuta, Reines, and Lydel, the three spectators who were lying prone on the grass, stiffly raised their heads, forcing distorted smiles onto their faces.

They had only come to see what would happen to this guy, but they ended up stumbling into a crime scene.

Seeing the monster suddenly erupt and slaughter everyone, knocking out all the goddesses, magicians, witches, and fairy knights who were surrounding him, the three spectators who were just there to watch the spectacle witnessed the atrocity and lay trembling in the grass for seven days and seven nights, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Of course, they realized something was wrong and considered running away.

The problem is, they can't escape at all.