My magic panel is too numerical.

The fragrance of lavender, the chirping of insects in summer, and the hazy moon peeking through the clouds, barely illuminating the surroundings.

Pharos suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood quietly, holding "Raven" in his arms, before him a Gothic-style stairwell corridor filled with black and red, surrounded by curtains embroidered with thorns and roses.

A white mist, symbolizing death, lingered in the corridor, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Is this... the world in the mirror?"

Pharos sheathed his sword and carefully looked around. Rather than a villa, this place resembled an auditorium, with a spacious ground floor.

There weren't many rooms around, but mirrors were embedded in the walls.

The mirror was a full-length mirror, just big enough to accommodate Pharos's height of 1.83 meters.

Turning back again, Pharos looked behind him at the mirror that had just sucked him in.

The mirror is framed with gold wire in the shape of irises, giving it an extremely luxurious look, quite unlike the cheap mirrors found elsewhere.

Just as Pharos was lost in thought, Miss Crow suddenly popped out of the mirror, startling him.

"Why are you here too?"

"Of course I'm afraid my body will fly away, you rascal! You're the only one who can help me find my body... You're not allowed to die!" the crow said angrily.

"Alright..." Now that Miss Raven was here, Pharos stopped trying to figure it out himself and asked directly, "Where is this place?"

"There are two possibilities. If it was just a man-made spell, then we must have been teleported. This is another entrance to another teleportation spell," Miss Raven deduced.

"What's another possibility?"

"If it's not man-made magic, then there's another kind of existence that can construct a world within a mirror."

Pharos had a vague idea.

Miss Vanessa's abilities, like the White Giant's, should be demonic.

She is one of the forty-eight demons scattered throughout the world today.

"So, Uncle Anthony should be here?" Pharos asked knowingly.

"I think it's very likely!"

"I remember now..." Pharos looked at the mirrors in front of him and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Pharos recalled the weakened spirit that had received a power boost a few days ago.

So, this is where he died?

So this is where Miss Vanessa is hiding.

This fully explains why the church could never find Vanessa.

The answer is, she was always hiding in the mirror.

This is very bad news. Pharos has witnessed the power of the white giant, and is this Miss Vanessa as fierce as that white giant?

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The surrounding white fog was very thick, indicating that many people had died here.

"Pharos! Let's try to go back!" Miss Raven suggested.

Pharos prepared to repeat the process, attempting to open a passage back using "Holy Burn."

But just then, he heard a woman's wanton voice downstairs.

"Yes! Yes! You can do whatever you want to me! I like everything you do to me..."

"Sigh... another useless piece of trash... Young Master Roman is much more useful."

The woman's voice was so seductive and alluring that it made one want to pin her against the wall and stomp on her with all one's might.

Pharos felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't be mistaken; it was Vanessa's voice.

That day, Vanessa's wink at him, using Serena's face, left a very deep impression on Pharos.

Naturally, he remembered that woman's voice.

After hesitating for only half a second, Pharos gave up on going back; he needed to check on Uncle Anthony's condition first.

"Pharos! What are you doing?" Miss Crow asked anxiously, flapping her wings and following after him.

Following the sound, Pharos walked down the gilded handrail of the stairwell from the second floor to the first floor.

In the very center of the auditorium, pressed against the wall, I peeked out and saw a charred, alien-shaped figure.

The figure was surrounded by countless men, who embraced her wantonly. The men either quickly turned into dried-up corpses or collapsed unconscious.

From a distance, it looked like an ugly, bloody, charred black shadow, but the men kept rushing forward as if the charred skin was a treasure.

With each man who fell, a piece of the charred skin on the blackened figure would peel off, and tender new flesh would grow in its place.

Besides the men immersed in a sea of ​​desire, there were also some men lying on the ground, bound.

"Why are those people tied up?" Pharos asked.

Wouldn't it be more efficient if everyone joined in the sex party?

"Those who are bound are mages," Miss Raven explained. "They have been influenced by divine blessing rituals, so their willpower is stronger."

No wonder they tied him up... Pharos continued searching for Anthony in the crowd.

A moment later, he saw a familiar face.

Uncle Anthony slowly woke up and looked around in horror.

But at that moment, the last man in the lewd party also collapsed, and all the Muggles died under the charred pomegranate skirts.

Vanessa complained rather unhappily as four thick tentacles continued to flailing wildly behind her.

"So... who's next?"

The woman turned around and looked in Anthony's direction, where there were many mages.

The nourishment a mage receives is far beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

Next came Vanessa's moment to enjoy ultimate pleasure.

"You're awake! Well, you're the first one here!" Vanessa, with Serena's face on her back, swayed her ample hips and walked with exaggerated cat-like steps, a wicked smile on her face.

Her eyes were watery and filled with lust, and her whole body was constantly oozing various liquids: saliva, pus, sweat, platelets, and other irritating substances, soaking the floor wherever she went.

"Mrs. Custer...you're alive! Madam!" Anthony's face showed terror. After a moment of panic, he closed his eyes, shaking his head painfully. "No...no, you're not her, you can't be her..."

The "mistress" I remember had pure white hair that reached her waist and beautiful eyes as sharp as blades. She died long ago in that irreversible turmoil.

"Then treat me like her?" Vanessa smiled, her eyes and lips curving into crescents, her moist tongue licking her upper lip. "Come on, follow your heart, you can do whatever you want to me..."

The woman grabbed Anthony's collar and ripped his shirt off.

"You are not her... why do you want to become like her..." Anthony's eyes suddenly became clear, even with a hint of anger.

"Don't you want me?" the woman asked, puzzled.

This is the first time the charm has failed to work.

"You're nothing like her! She was born into the empire's greatest family and was a noble knight, someone you, a wanton woman, can't imitate. Your methods are filthy and lowly; you're nothing but a shameless sow. I'm sorry, but you're the kind of woman who disgusts me."

Anthony scoffed.

In his eyes, this woman was nothing more than a despicable imitator.

"Hmph~ Women from big families, what I hate most are those self-righteous sluts. Sigh, I'm used to it. Since you're unwilling to choose a painless death, then I will..."

As she spoke, the tentacles behind the woman suddenly straightened, and as they writhed, a white spike extended from its tail.

Vanessa grabbed Anthony by the neck in anger, the force lifting him off his feet. Anthony's face flushed red instantly as the sharp tail barb was aimed at his eyes.

Vanessa wore a sickly expression: "Anyone who doesn't like me deserves to die...die! Since you like those pretentious bitches so much, then go and keep her company!"

Just as she was about to blind Anthony, at that moment, "Level 3 magic... Holy Burn!"

A young man's passionate singing could be heard from not far away.

Vanessa suddenly sensed a change in the elements of the surrounding space, with fire elements rapidly converging.

Is this magic? This is her domain, how could there be magic here?

In an instant, a silver longsword engraved with runes and featuring a purple blood groove in the center flashed before Vanessa's eyes.

She was stunned, not expecting to be attacked. Before she could dodge, a burst of scorching black flames suddenly ignited before her eyes.

A figure gripped a sword with both hands and swiftly and ruthlessly delivered a strike.

The longsword's edge was enveloped in raging black flames, instantly severing the tentacle's tail spikes and bringing an intense burning sensation.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh..." A pain that went straight to the bone marrow pierced her mind, and the woman let out a shrill scream.