An infinite journey starting from paradise

"Could it be..."

"I'm not interested in your status or your rebels. My interests lie in other things."

"That……"

"No, you can't leave. I haven't repaid the favor yet. Okay, if you have nothing to do, just sit next to me. I just need a girl to pass the fruit plates." Lin Shangren said as he patted another chair next to him.

Scarlett felt as if she had been seen through from head to toe, her words being predicted and answered. Her fear of Lin Shangren grew even stronger. Suddenly, this unfathomable and terrifying being handed her a bag of strange objects.

"Tear it open, there are alcohol wipes inside, use them to wipe your face." Lin Shangren said.

The blood on Scarlett's face had dried. She wouldn't have cared about such a trivial matter in a life-or-death situation, but the wolf and crocodile blood mask was making her feel a little uncomfortable. She took the wet wipes from Lin Shangren with one hand, her right hand still tightly gripping the greatsword known as the "Burning Blood Tombstone."

"You..." Scarlett looked at Lin Shangren.

"..."

Seeing that the other party was still not responding, Scarlett was about to continue talking. However, just as she was about to ask Lin Shangren why he moved those people to the Colosseum and what he was planning to do, she heard Lin Shangren say, "Of course I want to watch them kill each other in the Colosseum for fun. After all, I came out mainly for fun."

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore, I won't say anything, I'll shut up."

Scarlett was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the constant interruptions. However, after Lin Shangren's teasing, she finally relaxed, freeing herself from the tense feeling of being on the verge of life and death.

"It's up to you. Just pass me the fruit plate without delay." As he spoke, Lin Shangren waved his hand and cast the Aden Seal into the Colosseum, blocking all exits of the Colosseum. At the same time, he used the Flame Orb to create a circle of slowly shrinking flame walls at the edge of the Colosseum.

"Everyone, I declare the first Kelvin City Unrestricted Fighting Tournament to begin now. Only the ultimate winner will be spared the blazing flames of this wall of fire. So, for the sake of your lives, slaughter each other mercilessly!"

Chapter 473: Yin Teeth

"It's boring. I think it would be better to watch the dwarven craftsmen forging iron and swords."

Staring at the dignitaries who were desperately fighting each other inside the wall of fire, Lin Shangren yawned in boredom.

Scarlett, sitting beside him, had no idea what Lin Shangren was thinking at the moment. She was resting with her eyes closed. Although Lin Shangren's blood had restored her body to its best condition, her spirit and will were still quite exhausted.

She wanted to have a good sleep, and it would be even better if she could take a nice hot bath before lying down.

"Since this guy said he can make money from me, he should be able to satisfy my small request, right?" Scarlett thought to herself.

As for finding a way to escape, Scarlett hadn't considered it at all. The reason was simply that the power gap was too great. Since the opponent hadn't shown any ill will towards her, there was no need to risk angering him. Furthermore, he seemed to have the ability to read her mind, so plotting a way to escape beside him was a bit reckless.

"boring."

Lin Shangren turned to look at the maids kneeling on the ground, fruit plates in hand. He then reached out and patted the plump buttocks of the "chair" beneath his crotch. Lin Shangren wasn't sitting on a real chair, but on a beautiful, naked female body. The naked woman lay on the ground, her white flesh bent, her head raised, her plump white buttocks raised high, like a large white horse, in a posture with her ends high and her middle low.

Using beauties as furniture - tables, chairs, foot pads, spittoons and even toilet paper. Although the nobles on the continent of Midgard do not understand the elegance of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, they have a tacit understanding with the celebrities of the Wei and Jin Dynasties when it comes to humiliating others to achieve perversion, which is like a tacit understanding of gravitational wave resonance.

"Hey, why are you shaking? If I don't feel comfortable sitting here, I will throw you down to accompany your husband and lovers." As he said this, Lin Shangren slapped the butt of the Lady Lord, the naked woman he was sitting on.

"Ugh."

The Lady gritted her teeth and tried to maintain her balance.

Humiliation? The Lady's heart now held only fear, and a touch of... anticipation. She could sense that the man sitting on top of her was undoubtedly a seasoned lecher, his touches and strokes of her expertly practiced. Since he was so lecherous, and had treated her differently from the others, leaving her as a chair in the private room, it meant she still had a chance. If she could master all the skills she knew how to serve a man, she might have a chance to survive, perhaps even to achieve an even more affluent and distinguished life than she already had.

Just as the Lady was thinking about how to please the man sitting on her, Lin Shangren's next words made her feel like she was falling into an ice cave.

"You're kidding. Even if you could be a good chair, I'd still throw you off."

Lin Shangren stood up and slapped her butt hard one last time: "Goodbye."

The Lady's body sank into shadow, reappearing in the center of the arena. A furious guard immediately pounced, grabbed her, and began to pound her without a word. The wall of fire continued to shrink, and everyone was doomed. Even if they fought desperately, it would be difficult to be the last survivor. Rather than dying fighting for their lives, it would be better to be a "fellow traveler" with their master before death, or even their direct master's pampering. It would be a good time before death, a happy death.

"Awesome. Such a refined taste? Haha, it seems like he'd have to apply for a jerk-off before being shot."

As he spoke, Lin Shangren turned to look at the maids he had left behind. "You must have other entertainment activities here, right? The kind that's only available to VIPs?"

Although she didn't understand what VIP meant, the maid still roughly understood what Lin Shangren meant. She said intermittently: "The dancer... Only the most distinguished guests can go to the dancer... She is the most beautiful woman here... I will take you there now, please don't kill me..."

"Why would I kill you?" Lin Shangren chuckled and ruffled the girl's hair. "You guys don't deserve to die. Come on, take me there. Besides..."

Lin Shangren looked at Scarlett, who was resting with her eyes closed. "Prepare a bathroom and a comfortable bedroom for this young lady, and take her to have a good bath."

Scarlett opened her eyes suddenly when she heard this: "Can you really read minds?!"

"Guess what." Lin Shangren smiled. "Just rest assured and have a good rest. I won't do anything to you. Okay, let's go."

Lin Shangren followed the maids through winding corridors, eventually arriving at a luxurious hall further underground. The entire hall was a semicircular staircase with a raised platform in the center. The walls were draped with ornate curtains, the floor covered with thick carpets, and there was an intricately carved hanging incense burner and a large couch that looked like it was covered in velvet.

Two of the girls helped Lin Shangren lie half-lying on the couch, and then knelt on both sides to massage Lin Shangren's arms, shoulders and neck with their delicate hands.

"Sir... I'll go get the dancer here."

"Go." Lin Shangren said.

Lin Shangren used shadow touch to monitor every part of the "Spiral of Pleasure". Any changes that happened here could not escape his perception. He knew that the maid who volunteered had other intentions, but he did not stop her. After all, he came here to have fun.

A few minutes later, while enjoying a massage from the young woman, Lin Shangren heard heavy footsteps. Judging from the overly steady footsteps, the so-called dancer was most likely a Void Snorlax or a well-established Red Book user.

Soon, the source of the footsteps entered the hall. It turned out to be a "brawn" over four meters tall, clad in heavy armor. No, it wasn't a living creature, but a golem crafted by alchemy. Atop its rock-like shoulders sat a voluptuous figure. The woman, draped in a sapphire velvet, enveloped her body, revealing only a pair of alluring eyes and a single, slender, white jade foot. Her foot was adorned with a gold chain studded with rubies, and her toenails were painted a vibrant red.

"Interesting." The moment he saw those beautiful eyes, Lin Shangren felt a sense of déjà vu. After opening the [Eye of Innocence] to identify the other party's identity, Lin Shangren's judgment was further confirmed.

【Name: Dinelinde】

[Race: Demon? Succubus? Female]

[Identity: President of the Gray Merchants Guild, Advisor to the Demon King, Instructor of the Succubus Assassination Group]

[Status: Angry]

[Note: A demon mage skilled in illusion, hypnosis, and various assassination techniques, he is the de facto controller of the Gray Trade. He established the Gray Trade to search for the bloodline of the Demon King scattered across the continent of Midgard and to gather necessary intelligence for the demons' renewed southward invasion.]

"A succubus from the demon clan. No wonder she looks so much like the purple-haired woman who escaped from me that day." Lin Shangren pondered and looked at the succubus in front of him with interest.

"Clap clap clap."

Dinelinde clapped her hands softly, and the hall's lamps lit up, illuminating the dark red carpet. The fan-shaped hall felt like a dance floor. She reached out with her slender feet, her body sliding down Golem's shoulders like water, landing lightly on the floor. Her eyes, smiling, swept across the hall, their alluring gaze filled with a wet allure.

"Is this sir today's distinguished guest? I will come right over to cheer you up."

Her voice was thin and soft, and most people would hardly hear it clearly if they spoke at that volume. But there was a strange resonance in her throat, and her tone was like singing. Every word was heard clearly, and it made people unable to help but imagine something else.

"It's interesting."

Although he had already played Slaanesh, a concept born from extreme desire, in the worlds of Dark Bible and Shell Girl, Lin Shangren had never played a true "succubus". He was very curious about the subtle tricks the succubus before him would use to please him and then kill him.

"My lord, you are so strong and healthy, and the work is so magnificent."

Dinelinde walked up to Lin Shangren with a smile, looked at his naked body with rippling eyes, then covered her mouth and giggled, looking very charming.

"Haha, I will definitely make sure you never want to leave here."

Lin Shangren said with a smile: "I'm looking forward to it. My beauty, don't hide yourself, let me take a good look at you."

Dinelinde smiled brightly, her hand tucked under the velvet reaching from beneath her neck. With a gentle push, the blue velvet slipped from her head, revealing a mass of wavy purple hair. Her face was as vivid and beautiful as a sculpture, her skin as white as jade, her eyebrows narrow and delicate as gemstones. Her long, elven ears were adorned with star-shaped gemstones.

She stretched out her arms again, twisting her waist like a serpent, and the velvet blouse she wore slipped off, revealing the thin, cicada-wing dance costume beneath. Her upper body was almost completely bare, her delicate skin as white and smooth as snow. Only a strip of emerald green, transparent veil draped over her full breasts. The veil barely covered her breasts, curving down between them as if it could slip off at the slightest breeze.

A delicate veil draped across Dinelinde's chest, barely concealing her pink nipples, allowing as much of them to be seen. Then, it tightened beneath them, outlining the dancer's curvaceous waist. Her plump breasts were practically on full display. A ruby ​​necklace dangled from her neck, draping between her voluptuous, snow-white breasts. The smooth, succulent flesh seemed to overflow with sweet juice, round and plump, white and full.

"What a great pair of evil."

Lin Shangren has seen too many beauties with big breasts, but with the decoration of this dance costume, Dinelinde has an indescribable seductive charm, which makes Lin Shangren want to bury his face in it and lick and suck it.

She wore a long dance skirt tied around her waist, the color was darker than the green gauze on her upper body, and the skirt was slit at the waist and hung down to her feet. Her slender waist twisted gently, and a straight, snow-white hair was faintly visible between the swaying seams of her skirt.

"My Lord, am I beautiful?"

Dinelinde raised her arms, her delicate hands gently cupping her head. Her dance was simple yet full of moving rhythm. The gentle movements of her fingertips extended from her arms to her toes, each curve twitching with them. Her large, papaya-shaped breasts swayed slightly, and the green gauze swayed gracefully at the tips of her toes as her flesh trembled.

"improvise."

Lin Shangren's left eye turned dark red. Through his [Soul Color Vision], he could clearly see that while Dinelinde was posing coquettishly, particles emitting special energy continued to seep out of her body. These tiny and odorless particles would enter the body through breathing and would interfere with the human brain's cognition, causing people to have hallucinations or stimulate abnormal secretion of hormones.

There is no need to construct a magic circle or chant, it just works silently. The demons' innate abilities and power system are very different from those of the natives of Midgard.

"How interesting." Lin Shangren thought to himself, "I have to study her carefully later."

"Just making do, sir?" Dinelinde said coquettishly, staring at Lin Shangren's eyes seductively, and with a sweet smile, she put her hands behind her neck, straightened her chest, and began to shake her breasts rhythmically.

Every time her breasts bounced, the green gauze hanging on her tips loosened a little, and the silver bells under the gauze rang a little louder. She shook harder and harder, and the green gauze hanging on her tips became looser and looser, until it finally floated down like light smoke, revealing two round, white breasts.

"Dingling~Dingling~"

Silver bells rang crisply. Dinelinde's breasts were round and large, rising high as if defying gravity. Embedded in her rosy tips was a star-shaped nipple ring, a silver stud with a silver bell dangling from it. She reached out her fingertips, pinched her tips, and gently lifted her breasts. The two plump, white breasts bounced with a captivating elasticity.

But what truly captivated him was the enchanting sound emitted by the two silver bells. Those two bells were specially crafted alchemical artifacts that could produce sounds that could influence the human mind.

Dinelinde is a beautiful woman with a soft heart, and she also has voice, breath and sight. These three important elements combined together can subtly influence people's minds. She is confident that any man with a healthy reproductive system will not be able to resist discussing acupuncture with her.

Seeing Lin Shangren reaching out to grasp her breasts, Dinelinde knew the powerful, terrifying monster had taken the bait. Indeed, Lin Shangren had no power to hide, and Dinelinde could sense that he possessed a strength far exceeding her own. Yet, she chose not to flee, demonstrating her confidence in her ability to kill him.

"As long as they're humanoid males who reproduced with that filthy thing, there's nothing I can't kill!"

As a charming succubus, Dinelinde possesses an ability that is terrifying to all men: her vaginal fangs. That's right, she has fangs in her vagina, and they're venomous!

Whether a gift or a curse, Dinelind's birth canal is lined with incredibly strong muscles, concealing within its folds fangs of uncommonly sharp strength. When sexual desire triggers a physiological reaction, she secretes a lubricating fluid alongside a terrifying venom. This venom doesn't harm the body like other toxins, but instead affects the soul, causing its own magic (psychic energy) to scatter unchecked, ultimately shattering the soul.

The effect of this venom is extremely strong. When the demons entered the continent of Midgard two thousand years ago, Dinelinde, disguised as a white elf, assassinated countless tall wizards and even elemental elves in bed.

However, this powerful venom also has its flaws: first, the venom will quickly lose its effect after leaving Dinelind's body, so Dinelind can only use it on the spot and cannot prepare it in advance; second, the venom acts on the soul, but it must come into contact with the opponent's blood to be effective; third, the venom may lose its effect when facing an opponent with a strong soul, but no matter how powerful the opponent's soul is, when it reaches orgasm, it will fall into a brief state of unconsciousness. As long as you seize this moment and use your genitals to bite the opponent's penis and inject venom, even the god Dinelind can kill you.

Therefore, Dinelinde only needed to tease Lin Shangren, use illusion to relax his vigilance, and have intercourse with him. As long as she attacked at the moment when he reached the peak, Dinelinde could take his life.

Dinelinde thought in her heart, reached out and gently stroked Lin Shangren's cheek, and the pointed silver bell also brushed against Lin Shangren's chest muscles.

"My Lord, you are so dishonest. You say I am just making do, but your scary thing is hitting my belly from a long distance away."

Dinelinde straddled Lin Shangren, her gaze fixed on him. Suddenly, Lin Shangren felt a cool, slippery sensation between his thighs. He moved to lower his head to investigate, but his view was blocked by a pair of soft, perky, and pointed breasts, held between Dinelinde's slender arms.

"Please look at me more, my Lord."

Seeing that the magic hadn't taken effect, she lifted Lin Shangren's chin again and looked him in the eye again. Just as she was about to cast another magic spell, she suddenly found herself inexplicably in a strange forest, rather than the underground hall of the "Pleasure Spiral". The muscular man who was supposed to be under her had also disappeared.

Just as Dinelindena was puzzled, Lin Shangren's voice suddenly rang in her ears: "You want to use illusions on me? Haha, the moment you saw my cock, you were already fooled by my illusions!"

Chapter 474: Tentacles, History

"What's the mirror?"

It was obviously impossible for Dinelinde to understand what this meant. She just thought she was teleported somewhere instantly.

"Sir, please stop making trouble. Where have you taken me?"

Dinelinde still maintained her charming and seductive posture, her eyes constantly observing her surroundings, completely unaware that she was in a dream.

"My threshold has increased a lot recently. Normal play is no longer exciting enough for me. I can't bear to hurt my beautiful wife and concubines at home, so I can only find excitement in you."

Lin Shangren's voice rang in Dinelinde's cochlea. It was not loud, but it made her feel extremely painful.

"Just like this."

As soon as Lin Shangren finished speaking, Dinelinde's bare abdomen suddenly retracted, as if she had been struck hard by a punch. Dinelinde's vision went dark, and she collapsed to her knees in pain. The punch was so powerful it nearly took her breath away, even causing her to lose control of her bladder.

After a long moment, she finally exhaled a breath of hot air. When she looked up, she realized the trees had somehow closed in around her. The treetops blocked out the sun, casting a shadow of darkness. Something seemed to wriggle within the darkness. Then, countless slender eyes suddenly opened. A dark red light flickered in their snake-like pupils, blinking on and off, as if observing her. The next moment, those eyes suddenly surged forward, transforming into a swarm of snake-like tentacles.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Dinelind hurriedly retreated and threw out two magic wind blades at the same time, but the tentacles made of black shadows completely ignored Dinelind's spells.

Countless dark tentacles crisscrossed and twisted in the air, charging towards Dinelinde like a tide. Some were as thick as arms, others as thin as fingers, but regardless of thickness, each tentacle was covered in sparsely packed eyes. At the tip was a circular hole, which occasionally opened slightly to reveal a dense network of fine teeth.

"Monster, let me go!"

Dinelinde struggled, but neither fire, frost, nor compressed wind blades could inflict any substantial damage on the tentacles. Even her most proud ability as a demonic undercover agent, teleportation, was ineffective. Soon, the tentacles engulfed her body.

Feeling the slick, sticky texture of the tentacles sliding across every part of her body, Dinelinde felt utterly disgusted. Even though she was a succubus, and even though she had used her body to assassinate numerous powerful individuals, she still couldn't accept such heavy-handed play with tentacles.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Two thick tentacles wrapped around her breasts in a staggered figure-8 formation, squeezing as hard as they could. The round mouths at the top opened wide and pounced to bite the tip of her silver bell. The silver bell was instantly crushed, and the tiny sharp teeth dug deep into her flesh.

Dinelinde threw back her head and screamed in pain. A tentacle, taking advantage of her open mouth, suddenly pushed its way between her lips, filling her warm mouth to the brim. With no other choice, Dinelinde had to open her red lips and hold the jet-black tentacle. Suddenly, her beautiful eyes widened as the circular hole at the tip of the tentacle opened, sucking the tip of her tongue into the toothed cavity. Her whole body tensed, and a stream of hot urine gushed out, causing her to lose control of her bladder.

In the real world, there were no dense forests or tentacles. Dinelinde was lying on the ground, her legs spread wide in an M shape as she urinated. She was holding a piece of green gauze tightly around her breasts, as if trying to tear them apart.

Having learned from the last time Wu Zi escaped death by losing her limbs, Lin Shangren chose to use the heart shadow and Luofu reality to control the other party's mind with a simulated illusion, and then take the opportunity to find useful memories from her psychological shadow.

As for the illusion of being fucked by the tentacle monster, with its gushing ejaculation and constant urine leakage, that was just Lin Shangren's bad taste. He hadn't deceived Dinelinde; he really wanted to try some strange and hardcore sex on her. For some reason, ordinary sex was no longer enough to satisfy Lin Shangren's desires, and he really wanted to try something more exciting to spice things up.

It's like a teenager watching a romantic action movie: at first, they're just interested in the erotica, then they start demanding subtitles and erotic scenes. Then, even movies with overt acting aren't enough anymore, so they start wanting to watch domestically produced selfies, and then they want to watch candid videos taken in small hotels... People's thresholds keep rising. Although Lin Shangren has been trying to control his desires, constant suppression is counterproductive. He can't bear to hurt his girl, so enemies like Dinelinde, who can be expelled from the human race, are perfect tools for venting his perverted desires.

"Tentacles, suffocation, fisting..."

Thinking about how to play next, Lin Shangren closed her left eye and projected part of her consciousness onto the tentacle monster in the simulated illusion, controlling its actions. With her right eye, she looked through her memories through her mind, especially the part about the demons.

Neither the books left behind by Saint Nunnally in Alfheim nor the historical collections within the library of the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Ridgardor clearly record the details of the collision of the northern continent and the demon invasion. The demon race classifications, political systems, the appearances and special abilities of each race, their overall numbers, and even the appearance and name of the so-called Demon King are all unknown.