Dream Travel

Chapter 352 Even if you survive to the end, you won't have the last laugh.

Lafayette might be resistant to the idea of ​​modification because of the Claymore organization, while Lucyella...?
After she awakened, her values ​​were no longer human. Such things were irrelevant to her; what mattered was whether they could bring her what she wanted.

A medieval awakened village girl, at Beatrice's suggestion, is tempted.

The phantom bodies summoned by the white curtain are not bad, but they are not flesh and blood after all. It would be nice to have more experience with them.

How much more do you need to collect?

"Fill it with all the usable capacity. I don't think there's anything better in hell!"

The weapon crate in the white curtain contains a small portion of the capacity that Atreus can use.

However, for the alchemist, this allocation of capacity was tantamount to the White Curtain's acknowledgment of her.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Lucyella stomped her foot on the ground, causing some hell worms to emerge.

Beatrice immediately began to choose; with more options, she naturally became much more picky.

Even hell worms of the same size can differ; some are more active and stronger, and these are her targets.

“66 servings…that’s enough.” As the available capacity was filled, Atrist couldn’t help but look at the white screen.

She wanted to ask for more, but too much of a good thing is bad; these hell worms were enough.

This number is negligible compared to the hell worms that appeared in the Demon Territory, but if these hell worms could be taken out, each one would be a rare and priceless commodity.

To put it more dangerously, after the White Curtain takes these hell worms out, it can create 66 primordial demons in reality!
The remaining hell worms were still devouring each other, and the white curtain was still eating and eating.

Beatrice didn't let herself be idle. Since the capacity was used up, it would be a bit much to bring up the matter of expanding the capacity with White Curtain.

But she had another way; she started juicing.

Using simple alchemical tools, they dealt with the hell worms.

Beatrice produced a bottle of clear, emerald-green liquid, about the size of a mineral water bottle, the liquid inside emitting a faint fluorescence.

With just this one bottle of liquid, she drained the smaller hell worms in the vicinity dry.

As for the hell worms that grew rapidly by devouring each other, Atresias lost interest.

As hell larvae grow, they gradually become mature demons, and their pure hellish power also changes accordingly.

Even if you eat other hell worms afterward, you still cannot make your demonic power as pure as that of a hell worm.

The pure demonic power of the hell worms will only be absorbed into the power of those mature demons.

Hell worms in hell have only two outcomes: they either become food on the table or are served on the table.

Even the protection provided by the hellish blood rain cannot offer absolute protection to the worms. Even without mature demons coming here, there will still be plenty of cannibalism among their own kind, and those that eat slowly will simply be eaten.

Lexenberg twitched his nose, looked towards Beatrice, and stared at the bottle in her hand.

He licked his lips, suddenly feeling thirsty and needing a strong drink...

"Won't doing this invite retribution from hell?"

“Of course not,” Lexenberg said casually, then, seeing the white curtain staring at him, he gave up on the idea of ​​asking Beatrice for that 'drink'.

He continued, "We're just having a normal meal here; other places will have much grander feasts."

After Bai Mu had eaten enough, Beatrice had six more bottles.

The alchemist looked at the bottles with a conflicted expression. He had accidentally made too many, and with his existing alchemical equipment being too rudimentary, he was unable to continue refining them.

The liquid in the bottle is the 'blood' of hell worms. She selects only very primitive larvae, which contain little and pure blood.

So, to fill these bottles, you need to squeeze the blood. Of course, because this blood is pure, it won't spoil if it's stored properly.

But for Atreus, this was merely a vessel; what truly mattered was the pure demonic power carried by her blood.

It contains a large amount of pure demonic power.

If a drop of liquid is poured out of the bottle and eaten by a hell worm, that hell worm's growth rate will increase by more than ten times before it reaches a certain size.

During the process, it only needs to devour a small number of worms to obtain growth substances.

In order to collect these six vials of pure, shimmering emerald-green demon blood, Atris slaughtered all the worms in the vicinity that were no thicker than a thumb.

Without Luciela's help, she would hardly be this efficient, but with Luciela becoming an awakened being and with Lafayette's assistance, it became easy to unearth these hell worms.

Beatrice's suggestion appealed to Luciela, so the medieval awakened one was particularly enthusiastic. "Is this a drink?"

"Uh, you can probably drink it if you want, but I can't guarantee it will work." Beatrice gave a forced smile.

She glanced at Luxembla, but didn't mention the special nature of the white curtain.

Anyone who drinks this stuff will be rolling on the ground in agony after just one sip; they'll either be transformed into a demon by the concentrated, pure demonic power, or be killed by it.

Normally, there is a buffer absorption time when eating demon worms, but this demon blood does not give that time at all.

The White Curtain can theoretically consume nuclear fuel, so drinking this stuff is just like drinking a special beverage—a complete waste, but it can quench thirst!
This was one of Beatrice's little schemes. Although she had used up all the available capacity of the weapon crate, the demon blood could be considered a 'drink' in White Curtain's territory.

Whether or not to bring it is up to Bai Mu himself, since this thing can really be used as water in an emergency for him.

At first, Beatrice thought she would only make one bottle, but she accidentally made too many.

How long can it be stored?

“If it’s in a stable environment, it should be fine to preserve for several months,” Beatrice quickly said.

This is still under rudimentary conditions. If she were at home, she could preserve these things for much longer. With proper maintenance, they could be preserved for hundreds of years.

Those hell larvae can be preserved for even longer; this demon blood can extend the hell larvae's lifespan.

"Alright, take them all." Bai Mu put the bottles into the weapon case.

This big meal made him use up most of the seasonings, freeing up a lot of space.

As for Beatrice's little scheme, Bai Mu didn't say it aloud, at least her little scheme wasn't too far off.

If we're really short of water, we'll just drink this stuff as water. As for the issue of it being filled with pure demonic power, Bai Mu really doesn't care about that.

Drinking a bottle of normal water is simply to quench your thirst and replenish your fluids.

The 'drink' that Beatrice made could also help you feel full.

Bai Mu glanced at a large pit next to him, which was filled with dried-out 'insect' skins.

The hell worms that had already grown up nearby had no interest in these 'worm' skins.

They wriggled their bodies searching for other members of their kind. Occasionally, a hell worm attracted by the scent of humans would be eaten directly by the awakened part of Luciela.

Further afield, hellworms burrow into the damp ground, touch each other, and devour one another—a scene that unfolds throughout the demon realm.

Some demons, unable to resist the temptation of their appetite, emerged from their hiding places. When they stepped onto the muddy and cold ground, even their demonic constitutions couldn't help but shiver.

As time passed and the temperature began to rise, more demons joined the gluttonous feast.

As temperatures rise and the environment becomes drier, the hell worms become more active and begin to devour each other at an accelerated rate.

The demons who had come out to enjoy the feast were slowly coming to an end, and the remaining hell worms had matured.

No longer like the hell worm larvae, which are delicious and cannot arouse the appetite of demons, eating them would only taste like sulfur, just like when they are starving and gnawing on other demons.

The demon, having eaten its fill, felt the temperature rise and showed a comfortable expression. The temperature had become just right after eating, which was extremely enjoyable for the demon!

Unfortunately, such a thing happens only once every few decades. When some demons enjoy this, a few more lines appear on their bodies, and their demon horns also grow a little.

The demons who enjoyed the feast all gained power, and a very small number of them roared to the sky.

Upon hearing the roar, the demons panicked and moved away from the source of the sound; a demon had ascended to a higher level!

The hell worms that survived to the end gradually ceased activity and began to change under the stimulation of rising temperatures and a dry environment.

Their outer skin became rough and hard, and cracking sounds followed, as new demons broke through the hardened skin of the hell worms.

Some of these newly born demons possessed power from the outset that was no less than that of other lower-ranking demons, while a few were even stronger, making the nearby lower-ranking demons unwilling to provoke them.

Another group consisted of somewhat withered lesser demons, which prompted nearby demons to burst into loud laughter.

This situation is occurring in various parts of the Demon Territory.

The hell worms that survive to the end are not those that can take off from the start; that is only a manifestation of a portion of the hell worms.

Most demons transformed from hell worms are just ordinary low-level demons, while a small number of hell worms can only become even weaker hellish demons.

It wasn't that the lesser demons were too unlucky, but rather that the hell worms were too fortunate...

These hell worms are usually eaten first, but some are lucky enough to survive to the end. However, surviving to the end does not mean that you will have the last laugh.

(End of this chapter)