Void Beetle Evolution Guide

Cassiopeia was so excited by the pleasure of condemning others from a moral high ground that her body trembled slightly.

"Lux, you've realized your mistakes, but not nearly enough. Since the law can't punish you, then we'll have to punish you ourselves."

She turned to look at the demon, feigning thought, "Evelyn, as a demon of torment, how would you teach this stubborn Crownguard lady her first lesson? Tell me so I can have some ideas."

Chapter 519 Boiling a Frog in Slow Water

“Torture has two levels: physical and mental. If I had to choose one, I think the latter brings more intense pain.” Evelyn appeared again, like the spirit behind Cassiopeia.

Of course, the perfect combination is a balance of both. Revealing one's true nature when the prey is most impatient not only inflicts immense suffering on the prey but also causes significant psychological damage.

She licked her lips, a terrifying yet lustful smile flashing across her face: "I once killed a little girl's parents in front of her, but deliberately spared her life. After that, the girl became a witcher and searched for me all over the world. Really~ she must have hated me to the extreme to do this."

The demon mentioned the Wild Hunt; I vaguely remember him. That's Vayne, the Night Hunter. Witnessing her parents' deaths had a profound impact on her at a young age. Deeply hating demons, she sold all her possessions and went to Freljord to find a teacher to learn witch hunting.

Interestingly, the teacher treated her like his own daughter, even transforming into a giant wolf to save her when she was in danger. However, upon learning that the teacher was a shaman, she killed him without hesitation, showing no regard for their past relationship.

It can be said that Evelyn has had a profound impact on Vayne, who has completely turned into a demon who cannot distinguish between good and evil. Anyone who is even slightly tainted by magic will become her target, making her far more extreme than a demon hunter.

Furthermore, what Evelyn said reminded the Wild Hunt of a certain scenario: during a massacre, he would carry the chieftain's daughter around like a pendant, searching for people. If she shrank back due to nervousness, it meant that her people were hiding nearby.

Wild Hunt felt that even Evelyn might not have used such a beastly method, but he had no problem with the Crownguard family, he just simply disliked Lux, and there was no need to do such a thing to deal with her.

He's still observing from the shadows, and there's no need for him to tell them.

"To lay a hand on a loved one?" Cassiopeia pondered, stroking her delicate chin. "If a loved one suffers misfortune because of us, our Crown Guardian would surely feel guilty, wouldn't she? But our goal is to make her realize her sins, and harming innocent people would only make us lose our legitimacy."

"Then we'll have to work on her body. Put a row of iron rings through her arms, then thread ropes through the chains and suspend her. That way, she won't even be able to rest while her legs are sore and weak. If she loses her balance, she'll be in excruciating pain!"

Evelyn winked at Cassiopeia and suggestively pressed her breasts together, revealing the spikes the Wild Hunt had given her: "Or... you could go through here."

Lux secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that her family wouldn't be implicated, but the demon's suggestion immediately made her tremble. Having been pampered all her life, she couldn't imagine the pain of having her body pierced by metal.

"No...don't do this to me..."

No one paid her any attention. Cassiopeia nodded: "This method works, but it's still too difficult for Miss Crown Guard to understand. Let's try a different approach, like boiling a frog in lukewarm water. I've already thought of a good way."

"What is it?" Evelyn asked curiously.

You'll find out soon enough.

Cassiopeia acted mysteriously, moving the empty oak barrels from the corner to a row in front of Lux, and then suddenly used a whip to cut the ropes binding the girl's hands.

"Ouch..." Lux fell to the ground as the ropes stopped pulling her. She rubbed her wrist, which was already chafed, and looked up to see Cassiopeia "friendly" extending her hand to her.

“Now, our girl needs a rest,” the femme fatale said with a smile, a smile that looked much gentler than a demon’s, less sinister and terrifying.

Lux hesitated for a moment, then placed her hand on the tub, letting Cassiopeia pull her up. She was completely exhausted and slumped over the tub, unable to stand upright.

Cassiopeia looked at her with a smile: "How long has it been since you last ate?"

"Three...three days?"

"That's alright, I can manage with some water."

After saying that, Cassiopeia turned around and went to pour water for Lux, while she also took the opportunity to rest for a while.

Having just regained some strength, Lux was already thinking about how to escape the basement. But before she could even make a move, Cassiopeia returned with a glass of water.

"Have some water." She handed her a glass of water.

"Cough cough... Thank you..." Lux hunched her shoulders and gulped down the water. Her throat was parched, and she almost choked because she drank so fast.

Now she was unsure of Cassiopeia's attitude; one moment she was saying she would punish her, the next she was taking care of her. Feeling that perhaps the other wasn't so bad, she tentatively asked, "I need to go to the bathroom..."

“No, you have to hold it in.” Cassiopeia replied with a smile, “You’ve drunk the water, so take off your clothes and lie down on the tub.”

"Take...take off your clothes? What are you going to do to me?!" Lux instinctively covered her chest defensively. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"Of course, it's to give you a medical check-up."

"why?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just do as I say. I have limited patience, so don't make me repeat myself."

Cassiopeia's face instantly darkened, her expression becoming oppressive, which sent a chill down Lux's spine.

Reluctantly, she removed the ice silk bodysuit that served as the inner layer of her armor, revealing her lovely white underwear, like two seashells enclosing a small flower house.

"It's not developing very well." Cassiopeia felt that Lux's size was a bit small; when she was the same age as Lux, she was much bigger.

“Small things have their charms too,” Evelyn teased.

Cassiopeia turned to look at her big thunder, and immediately rolled her eyes at her: "It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering."

Lux didn't want to take off any more clothes; she didn't want her body to be exposed. But after being glared at by Cassiopeia with a fierce look, she shuddered and removed her last bit of defense.

Her shoulder strap slipped down, and a pair of small but firm breasts were suddenly exposed to the air. She was covered in a fine layer of sweat from being too nervous, and they shone alluringly in the dim candlelight.

Lux desperately covered her chest with her arms to block the view. Although she hadn't showered for two or three days, her skin was still in great condition and there was no obvious body odor. It was true that even her sweat smelled good.

"Such tender skin, it looks so delicious." Evelyn reached out to feel the texture of her prey's flesh. She would decide how much pain to inflict and how deep to insert her nails based on the texture of the flesh.

But before she could even touch Lux, Cassiopeia grabbed her arm and stopped her. "Evelyn, don't touch her with your dirty hands."

Chapter 520, Lesson One: Box Torture

"It's just a touch, it won't cost you a piece of flesh," Evelyn complained.

“You can’t even touch her. She’s the one the master wants. It’s not up to you, a shameless and chaste devil, to touch her. Your filthy hands will only defile our Crown Guard Miss.”

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. I won't touch her, alright?" Evelyn muttered as she withdrew her paw.

Seeing the demon obediently retreat behind her, Cassiopeia turned her gaze back to Lux. She crouched behind the barrel, peering warily through the cracks.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t do anything to you,” Cassie said with a smile. “At least not today.”

Since it's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, the water temperature can't be too high at the beginning, and she doesn't want to end the training all at once.

"Really...really?" Lux asked hesitantly.

"Really, as long as you listen to me, you won't get hurt. Now, lie flat on top and don't move."

Cassiopeia patted the row of barrels, and out of fear, Lux lay down on one of them, crying. She felt like a lab rat on an operating table, extremely insecure.

The femme fatale placed her hand on Lux's stomach, the sharp, icy touch causing the latter to instinctively pull her abdomen in. Her fingertips traced the undulating, trembling contours of her skin as Cassiopeia removed Lux's arms from her private parts and began to examine her closely.

The girl's flower chamber was indeed upright, and even when lying flat, it did not lose much shape. The tender pink buds were engorged with blood from the cold, like a flower bud waiting to bloom in early spring.

The garden below is equally impressive, with a very understated layout, and even the outer lip, which seems to be half-hidden behind a pipa, is incredibly pink.

The fuzzy grove of trees is also quite understated in shape, situated above the garden in an inverted triangle shape, and seems to feel very soft to the touch because it is the first batch of seedlings.

Cassie Pea pried Lux's legs up, then used her fingers to pry open the garden gate and check the path inside.

Lux covered her face with her hands in embarrassment at the gesture. Demacia was a country founded by refugees, and from the beginning of its existence, there was no custom of commoner girls having to give their virginity to noblemen. But she felt like a girl being examined by the head maid before she was to be given away.

The pink and moist flesh walls were both soft and firm, constantly contracting as they were pried open, releasing a pungent odor of urine mixed with sweat and fermentation. This was normal; if someone was kidnapped for three days without showering or even properly relieving themselves, even the most beautiful garden would turn into a fragrant cesspool.

To experience this feeling, you don't need to go to the girls' restroom. Just sit in a not-so-ventilated junior or senior high school classroom, and after several hours of sitting in a stuffy position, you'll inevitably be bothered by a strange smell wafting from some female classmate.

"It's so beautiful, like a work of art. Would you like me to paint it?"

"No...please don't."

Cassiopeia's praise brought Lux no joy, only endless shame. She couldn't bear to imagine her own genital art being framed on a hallway wall for all to see—not art, but obscene and vulgar pornography. The mere thought made her want to kill herself.

"Don't regret it if you don't record it at its best."

What did you just say?

"It's nothing, it's time to say goodbye to your furry friend."

Since Lux hadn't heard her clearly, so be it. Cassiopeia lowered the whip cord into her hand, gripped the blade at the end, and aimed it between Lux's legs. The gleaming blade made Lux's mind go blank for a moment; she forgot to even consider the meaning of what the other woman had just said. "Where's Mei? I'm free. Lin, are you there?"

"Don't move, or I won't be responsible if you accidentally hurt yourself."

"Waaah..."

Lux was terrified and looked up at Cassiopeia as she carefully shaved away the fuzzy grove of hair from her pubic area with a razor blade, wondering why she was doing this.

Cassiopeia quickly shaved Miss Crownguard's pubic hair clean. Looking at her less-than-perfect work, the femme fatale covered her mouth embarrassedly: "Oops, I accidentally cut a few bloody marks. It's all because the blade was too sharp. You don't mind, do you?"

"Trying to use someone's whip cord as a razor and causing this kind of injury—you absolutely did it on purpose!" Evelyn didn't take the blame, but she also didn't think it was her fault; it must have been Cassiopeia deliberately causing the injury by shaking her hand. But that was even better; she absorbed the pain that blossomed from the wound—it was incredibly delicious.

Lux looked down and saw only a few shallow bloodstains. She even forgave Cassiopeia's awkwardness, saying, "It's alright, it's okay."

She hoped the other party would just let her go; she would be overjoyed if they did, and she wouldn't mind the little wound.

But then Cassiopeia made her crawl into a specially made oak barrel. The barrel had a strange shape, with holes on the lid and sides, and reinforced iron rings around the outside.

"What are they trying to do..." Lux sensed a conspiracy, but couldn't quite pinpoint the problem.

"Sit in, and I'll pour some anti-magic stone powder into your bowl, then you can rest. The wooden barrel may be small, but it's better than being unable to sit down with your arms hanging down, right?"

Cassiopeia tried to persuade her patiently, but her expression was sinister and brooked no refusal. Under pressure, Lux shakily lifted her leg and stood in the barrel before sitting down.

She followed the instructions and stretched her arms out through the holes on either side, just big enough for her arms to pass through. Then Cassiopeia put the wooden cangue-shaped lid on, leaving her head exposed so she could breathe.

The space inside the oak barrel was cramped, and Lux ​​had to curl her legs up to her chest to feel comfortable, her bare bottom touching the bottom of the barrel. When she saw Cassiopeia nailing the wooden lid shut, a strong sense of unease compelled her to start kicking the barrel walls, trying to pry it open from the inside, but she couldn't budge the iron rings on the outside of the barrel at all.

"Do you know about box torture, Lux?"

How could someone as naive as Lux know that? Cassiopeia continued without waiting for her answer.

"Box torture is an ancient and cruel form of punishment. The prisoner is locked in a small wooden box, completely naked except for their head and arms. The box is nailed shut, preventing the prisoner from moving freely. They are usually abandoned in desolate deserts or remote areas to fend for themselves. During the day, the scorching sun often burns them alive; at night, hungry wolves roam, and the prisoner can only watch helplessly as they are devoured. If they are lucky enough not to die from this, they will eventually succumb to dehydration and starvation..."

The horrific scene she described terrified Lux, causing her pupils to dilate. She shook her head violently, her hair disheveled, and screamed repeatedly, "Please don't leave me in the wilderness! No!!"

“No, I won’t throw you out.” Cassiopeia giggled, her laughter shaking her head. “You’ll stay in this basement. If you fulfill my requests, you’ll get food and water; if you don’t, I’ll put spiders and snakes in the barrel… Do you like cute little pets?”

Hearing about snakes and insects, things that girls are most afraid of, her resistance intensified and she struggled violently, shaking the wooden barrel over. She rolled to Cassiopeia's feet, barrel and all, and was stepped on by the latter.

“This is just the beginning.” Cassiopeia leaned down and spoke softly to her, “Lux, if you can’t recognize your sins, I won’t let you go even if you fulfill all my demands. On the contrary, as time goes by, you will be soaked in more and more of your own excrement, accompanied by mosquitoes and flies, suffering tormented until your wounds fester and fester, leaving you completely battered…”

"No! Don't say that again!!!" Lux was filled with fear once more. She finally understood why Cassiopeia had made a wound on her while shaving her. A wound increases the risk of infection!

"You brought this all on yourself, so blame yourself. Here, drink this, and that's the end of it for today."

Upon seeing Cassiopeia pull out a bottle of anti-magic potion that she recognized all too well, Lux's stomach immediately started to hurt reflexively.

Chapter 521 The Forbidden Magic Stone Forest

Upon seeing Cassiopeia take out the anti-magic potion, Lux's stomach immediately started to hurt reflexively.

These potions, made from a mixture of anti-magic stone powder, cannot be absorbed by the human body. Regardless of whether one is enchanted or not, drinking them will inevitably cause diarrhea.

Lux knew this so clearly because Katarina had given her potions several times in the past few days to seal her magic, and each time she unsurprisingly suffered from diarrhea.

In other words, the sweet and soft young girl will soon be forced to sit on her own excrement, becoming filthy and smelly, and disliked by everyone.

"I'd rather die than drink this! Don't make me drink this! I was wrong! I know I was wrong!! Please let me go, I promise I'll change!!!"

The thought of it made Lux extremely resistant, and she refused to open her mouth no matter what. It wasn't until an impatient Cassiopeia slapped her that she froze, then forced her mouth open and poured the contents in.

The anti-magic potion tastes bitter, but Lux's heart is a thousand times more bitter. Why not let someone who has already repented try for redemption? What's the point of tormenting someone who's already dead?

"Do you really know you were wrong? I doubt it... At least wait ten days or half a month before you start talking about this. Your suffering will be commensurate with what you did."

Ignoring Lux's pleas, Cassiopeia gagged her again, then took the candlestick and left the basement.

"You're absolutely wicked, utterly rotten to the core," Evelyn commented gleefully after enjoying the spectacle. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the preceding narrative.)

"So what? Compare me to our radiant Miss Crown Guard, and you'll see that Master prefers a bad woman like me." Cassiopeia wasn't angry; she had a clear understanding of herself.

"If you're going to torture people, why not use the tools too? I've collected quite a few."

Evelyn pulled out a bunch of strangely shaped stick-like objects, but Cassiopeia glanced at her and ignored her. "No, her virginity is for the master."

"But if you don't do anything about it, once your body is completely soaked in excrement, that area will become the most susceptible to infection and will rot away."

"Even if it's rotten, you can't touch it. As long as it's not dead, the master can fix it if she wants to. Besides, I want her to hate herself. Only then will she realize how disgusting she is."

"That's really strict," Evelyn complained. "Does she really have to be so wary of me?"

"It's already good enough that you've had to experience her pain; don't push your luck."

Wild Hunt silently watched this and felt relieved.

……

Kasha sped eastward at great speed, her armor reducing wind resistance, so she didn't bother to avoid pedestrians.

Often, before the guards on the road could react, she had already flashed past and disappeared into the distance. A gust of wind blew by, and they thought it was just their imagination.

If she got tired, she would hitch a ride on any of the supply wagons along the way. Once she activated her stealth ability, the soldiers couldn't detect her at all.

And so, Kasha successfully arrived at a dense jungle. However, the trees here were not fossilized; it wasn't the anti-magic stone forest she was looking for.