What to do if you're forced to marry a demon king's daughter in a horror game?

The explosions were deafening, shattering the entire garden's decorations!

The fighting style of the Izumo clan is quite different from that of ordinary strong individuals.

Simply put, she excels at crafting weapons and utilizing weapons, traps, and formations; she is a theoretically strong individual.

She is very good at handling the homework assignments given by her teacher.

Undoubtedly strong!

It is even slightly better than the Ghost King.

However, in actual combat, she is far inferior to the Ghost King.

This resulted in her often being hung up and beaten.

And she still can't bring herself to admit it...

"Junior Sister is as enthusiastic as ever."

The Ghost King's voice echoed eerily behind her.

"The power is enough, but the accuracy is still a bit lacking."

Izumo was startled and instinctively turned around to look, but his head was pressed down and he could not move an inch.

The Ghost King looked at her expressionlessly: "My dear junior sister, don't blame me for not reminding you, with my current control over strength, crushing your head is not much harder than squeezing tofu."

The nonchalant tone, coupled with the overwhelming killing intent, sent chills down Izumo's spine.

All these years have passed, and this bastard has not only not been weakened, but has become stronger!

Didn't they say that she was locked in a stone coffin and suppressed as an evil spirit for many years, and that she had become extremely weak?

Who is this idiot who spread this bullshit?!

"What exactly do you want!" Izumo really disliked having the back of her head grabbed. "Can't you act like a decent human being? After all these years, are you still a monster?"

Miss Ghost King snorted coldly.

Suddenly, he raised his leg and kicked her in the butt, stopping her from taking the talisman out of her pocket again.

"Don't do anything that makes me unhappy."

"Raise both hands above your head, yes..."

"Squat down slowly, don't try to be clever."

Izumo was forced to give a French military salute.

Immediately afterwards, all the valuables in her pockets, especially the talismans she had carefully crafted, were taken away by the Ghost King.

"Hey!"

The Izumo clan was furious.

"You're still the same as before, enjoying robbing other people!"

The Ghost King smiled and said, "You know perfectly well that wild cats have to steal what they need, such as mates, food, and territory."

As she spoke, she suddenly kicked Yun Shi again.

"Unfortunately, Junior Sister can't find anyone to complain to now. After I bully her, she can only hug her pillow and cry by herself, right?"

184. Always thinking about the jockey's ancestral destruction?

Having been bullied, Izumo was already very unhappy.

Now, hearing this bastard mention her master only fueled her rage.

Master can only belong to her!

The noble and elegant master could only be kept in her heart, could only be remembered by her, and could only be worshipped by her alone!

The filthy stray cat, having gained the master's sympathy, became arrogant and deserved to die.

"You dare mention her!"

"You foolish and savage monster!"

You don't deserve it at all!

Suddenly, she pulled a dagger from her sleeve and turned to stab the Ghost King.

The Ghost King extended two fingers and pinched her knife between them.

He easily deflected her attack, then delivered an elbow strike to her face, mercilessly knocking her to the ground.

"Stop yelling, I hate it when people yell at me."

However, even after falling, the Izumo clan refused to admit defeat.

For the next half minute, she unleashed a barrage of insidious attacks on the Ghost King.

However, the Ghost King evaded them all.

"Junior sister, haven't I told you that your attack pattern is very limited?"

"After all these years, you still only have a mere hundred or so attack methods."

"Moreover, the movements are getting slower and slower."

The Ghost King not only bullied her, but also mocked her.

"Are you still spending so much time every day fantasizing about your master, neglecting your cultivation, just like before?"

As her expression gradually crumbled, the Ghost King's smile grew even brighter.

"For the sake of the fact that we once served the same master, I will keep your head and hands. Remember to thank your master even more sincerely when you go back to worship at the cenotaph."

……

In this competition, the Izumo clan suffered another complete defeat.

She fought the Ghost King 1250 times, and was completely defeated every time. After this time, her record of crushing defeats became 1251.

Izumo covered his face and gave a cold laugh.

Wild monsters are just wild monsters!

Perhaps the only thing they can be proud of is their brute force.

Not elegant at all!

Stupid, rude, despicable!

Who said she only has a hundred or so attack methods?

In this manor, she can combine those more than one hundred attack methods into countless variations, making it impossible for intruders to defend against them!

"Do you think you can leave here after defeating me?"

As she spoke, she slowly stood up and stepped back, disappearing into the flower wall.

"Go ahead and struggle here."

"Ugly and stupid monsters."

"I can already see you being devoured by these flowers and plants until not even your bones are left, hehe."

As he watched her leave, the Ghost King's smile gradually faded.

She closed her eyes, sighed softly, and concealed the sympathy in her eyes.

I wonder who is more foolish?

Do you really think she's still like she was when she was practicing cultivation? If she's robbing, then it's just robbery.

With Izumo's simple mind, she probably could never imagine what good things she had just hidden on her.

Now, the entire map of the manor is in her mind.

She even knew the exact location of those traps.

"Sigh, now it's just a matter of minutes before I want to leave here."

"However, before that, I'd like to explore my junior sister's treasure trove properly."

"I hope this nobleman from Izumo will give me some more surprises."

……

……

It's quiet at night.

Izumo-san, carrying a bottle of sake, staggered drunkenly down the corridor.

Memories flooded her mind, leaving her with a myriad of thoughts and unable to sleep.

The person you like is someone you can't have.

The people you hate are always hanging around you.

Nothing could be worse than this.

As she walked down the corridor, she came to the door of the cell where the slaves were imprisoned.

So much time has passed, and Misa Ikawa has not shown any signs of begging for mercy or giving in.

This really gave her a headache.

In the past, few orc slaves could survive a single night with her.

"Could it be that it's already dead?"

Thinking of this possibility, Izumo became a little nervous again.

This slave was bought at the highest price she had ever paid, and what's more, she looked so much like her master...

No matter what, we can't let this stubborn little beast girl die suddenly!

With that thought in mind, she decisively unlocked the door and barged inside.

Su Yu, who had just started to feel sleepy, was suddenly woken up by her.

Reeking of alcohol, Izumo knelt nervously beside her, carefully checking her vital signs.