After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

That elven girl, though possessing a pure body, had long since lost her purity of mind, having fantasized countless times about different positions with the Demon King.

How could a vile elf like her steal the Demon King's first time?

And she has been suppressing such thoughts ever since she saw the Demon King!

A succubus as pure as her is more qualified to become the Demon King's queen than a vulgar elf!

It is only natural that succubi are purer than elves!

Second.

The Demon King just took half a step back!

No matter what, she should unconditionally obey the Demon King's orders. If the Demon King insisted on choosing this filthy elf, she wouldn't have any objections. But the Demon King just retreated! Retreated! Retreated!

Lilith nodded emphatically.

That's right, this is what the Demon King is resisting—he's resisting taking things further with this elven woman!

Therefore, as the Demon Lord's future right-hand woman, she should help the Demon Lord get rid of this eyesore and lewd elf!

That's what loyalty and honesty are all about!

At last.

The Demon Lord is poisoned by a magical potion that is difficult to cure. As a Demon Lord, she certainly doesn't possess holy light magic, nor can she carry exorcism items like holy water. The Demon Lord is a mortal being and cannot easily use a magical potion to neutralize the poison... In short, she has no way to cure the poison!

Therefore, as the Demon Lord's most loyal servant, she should selflessly offer her body to help the Demon Lord escape his predicament!

This is called sacrificing oneself for the Demon Lord!

Purity! Loyalty! Sacrifice!

She possesses virtues even higher than those of elves; surely the Demon King wouldn't be able to resist a succubus like her.

Lilith turned around and walked towards Mu Qiu, who was standing there in a daze.

Mu Qiu subconsciously took two small steps back.

"You, you are..."

"..."

Lilith paused almost imperceptibly.

What's going on? Is this potion so weak?

How come the Demon King is still conscious?

And it seems the Demon Lord has retreated... No, this is not a retreat, it's a tactical turn!

Lilith nodded her little head vigorously, as if trying to convince herself, then looked at Mu Qiu in front of her. Seeing the abnormal flush on his face, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, and she let out a sigh.

"—Human, I am Lily, an angel from the divine realm."

"Angels...?"

Mu Qiu opened his eyes wide and looked at the white-haired, red-eyed girl in front of him.

He glanced at the bat-like demonic wings on her back, then at the long, thin tail peeking out from behind her, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

How come you, an angel, have the wings and tail of a demon?

I've never believed in God, don't lie to me!

"Exactly."

Lilith nodded in a perfunctory manner, recalling something in her mind.

Who is that most aloof goddess in the divine realm? The one who rules the stars... I think her name is Stella?

Hmm... using her name seems a bit too easy to get caught, let's find another one.

What was the name of that sow goddess who randomly recruited followers everywhere and allowed anyone to enter her temple?

Her name seems to be something like A... Ariana?

"Ahem—I have come down to the mortal realm to lend you a hand on the orders of the goddess Ariana."

She cleared her throat and walked slowly towards Mu Qiu with cat-like steps, a holy expression appearing on her alluring face:

"When you arrived on this continent, you were already under a curse. Now that the curse has taken effect, you can no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy. A maid sitting to the side drinking tea will appear vulgar to you, and you will now mistake me, a holy angel, for a demon, won't you?"

Have we arrived on this continent?

These words startled Mu Qiu.

Does she know his background?

No one but himself should know that he traveled through time and landed on that six-pointed star magic circle.

But there are gods in this world, so it's not surprising that the gods would discover him, an outsider.

"Lily, are you really an angel?"

Mu Qiu slapped his forehead. He temporarily put away the system panel and did not continue to check his professional information.

Although he didn't know the background of the white-haired, red-eyed girl in front of him who called herself an angel, and the slave owner system's observation capabilities couldn't detect targets other than slaves, he could sense that her strength was far above Vera's and the others, and that she seemed to have come with goodwill.

"Replacement guaranteed."

Lilith slightly raised her chin, her lips pressed tightly together, exuding an air of arrogance. Sooner or later, the goddesses' gazes would fall upon the Demon King, this outsider. If she could make them believe that the Demon King was the hero, then the Demon King would surely be safer.

"You are the hero summoned to this continent by the 'Book of Heroes and Demon Kings,' and I am the contracted angel who will serve you!"

As she spoke, she stopped in front of Mu Qiu, leaned slightly forward, and her long, snow-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands almost brushing against Mu Qiu's burning cheeks.

A faint, cool fragrance wafted through the air.

Mu Qiu's breathing became somewhat rapid.

What makes him a hero?

What is his contracted angel?

"Hero... the one corrupted by the curse, let me help you remove the hidden danger from your body."

Lilith almost let it slip, but thankfully she reacted quickly. She extended her slender, seemingly fragile arm, her cool fingers gently stroking Mu Qiu's burning forehead, while her other hand rested on the armrest, trapping him within her own aura. Her voice softened, as if afraid of disturbing him:

"Under the guidance of the goddess Ariana, everyone in this city will have a peaceful night, and no one will disturb us."

A rustling sound filled the room as Lilith leaned down and sealed Mu Qiu's lips with hers.

Please remember me well, Demon King. No matter what, I will always be your most loyal servant.

Light and shadow are projected onto the wall, outlining a blurry silhouette.

The sound of the bed shaking was followed by a series of melodious sounds that echoed continuously.

"Ugh... Demon... Lord... no, don't grab... this... here..."

Chapter 50 The Demon King has been silent for a thousand years before me. Is he avoiding my sharp edge or is he a king who will never meet me?

Meanwhile, in the Palace of Wrath, far away in the Second Abyss.

A tall, purple-haired woman sat on the throne. The air around her was distorted by the high temperature and filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and lava. The ground trembled occasionally, and a muffled roar came from the depths, as if the palace itself was a living entity.

"Lilith... always leaves these troublesome things to me. I wonder how things are between her and the Demon Lord now... Can she take good care of the Demon Lord all by herself?"

Selena frowned, tapping her fingers incessantly on the armrest of the throne, appearing somewhat agitated.

Before her, several distorted light screens floated in the air, through which projections of the other Demon Kings could be seen.

However, no projection appeared in two of the light screens for a long time.

"Damn it! The Demon King has already appeared! What are those two still dawdling for! Don't they even respect the Demon King?!"

Finally reaching her limit, Selena slammed her hand on the armrest of the throne, her voice barely containing her barely suppressed anger.

"Are they planning to betray the Demon King?!"

“Ummmmm…”

From a screen of light, loud swallowing and chewing sounds could be heard.

What was behind it was not a clear human figure, but more like the phantom of a huge, constantly writhing and contracting stomach, its surface covered with mucus and indistinguishable food residue.

"Hmm... hiccup... Demon King? Sounds... very... very interesting... I wonder... what it tastes like... Selena... your voice... makes me a little... hungry..."

As the words fell, a sickening, ruminating sound followed.

Selena's brow twitched violently, and she roared angrily, "Eat, eat, eat! All you know is eating! Gurg, if you dare say my voice sounds like food again, I'll turn you into Philo's food first!"

"And another thing! Don't show up in front of me with that belly that's bigger than a pregnant woman's! You make me want to vomit!"

Upon hearing Filho's name, Gurg suddenly stopped chewing. He remained silent for a moment, and after a long while, a muffled voice came from behind the light screen: "Selena, this isn't a belly, it's a stomach, a big stomach. You don't understand what a big stomach is."

In another light screen, the silhouette of an old man appeared, dressed in extremely fine clothes, yet still unable to conceal his gaunt appearance and avarice.

His fingers, thin and bony like eagle claws, were unconsciously rubbing together as he let out a hoarse laugh: "Hehehe... Selena, why get angry? As the Gluttonous High Lord, Gurg just... has a unique way of expressing himself."

"The Demon King has reappeared in the world... This news is indeed astonishing. We also need some time to confirm it. Besides... His Majesty needs offerings to restore his power, right? He needs resources to rebuild the legion, right? These... all require time to manage, and cannot be done overnight."

"Even if you say you want us to pledge allegiance to the Demon King, you can't... expect us to launch a counterattack on the ground right now, can you?"

Selena snorted coldly: "You greedy old devil, you'd better want to serve the Demon King!"

As she spoke, she looked at the last light screen.

The last light screen was the most peculiar; it was not a physical projection, but a water mirror that was constantly rippling.

Beneath the surface of the water, the silhouette of a slender woman is faintly visible, but her face and details are completely hidden behind the distorted ripples.

As Selena gazed at her, a soft female voice rang out, its tone elusive, as if carrying a sigh: "Selena... why did you leave Lilith alone with the Demon Lord?"

As she spoke, the woman's voice became increasingly rapid and loud, filled with intense jealousy.

"Why...why did she go first?!"

"Why was she the first to know? Why was she the first to approach him? Why was she the first to fawn over him?"

"Why! Why! Why?! With her shallow body and wanton aura, she dares to approach the Demon King?!"

"His Majesty the Demon King might also have a huge appetite."

Gurg's muffled voice rang out, as if his mouth was always stuffed with something: "Everyone says we only inherited a part of the Demon King's original sin, so the Demon King should also like food more than I do, and his stomach must be bigger than mine... You all don't understand this aspect of the Demon King..."

"Shut up, all of you! Gurg! If you dare to slander the Demon King's heroic figure again, I'll turn you into pieces!"

Selena slammed her hand on the armrest of the throne, a loud bang accompanied by flying sparks that abruptly cut off all sound.

"The Demon King has already appeared! You have no choice but to believe him or not!"

She stood up, her surging anger almost setting the air ablaze.

"I'm only giving you one month. I want to see your loyalty to the Demon King!"

"Now, let's adjourn!"

……

Deep within the Fifth Abyss lies the Temple of Sloth.

Time here seems to have frozen into thick honey, and the air is filled with a drowsy scent.

The entire palace was dark, without a single ray of light. The rooms were filled with all sorts of indescribable clutter, from broken statues to scattered books, all covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it were an abandoned palace that had not been cleaned for hundreds of years.

In the center of the palace, on a huge black and white bed, curled up a slender, pale-skinned blonde girl with vampire-like pointed ears.

She was wrapped in a Gothic Lolita dress and clutched a worn-out teddy bear tightly in her arms. The teddy bear's fabric was worn and faded with age, one of its button eyes was about to fall off, and a little stuffing was leaking out from several gaps in the seams.

Slossenia's large face was half-buried in the doll and her disheveled golden hair, with only one half-closed eye showing. Her gaze was empty and blank, as if even thinking itself was a heavy burden.

Her breathing was long and slow, each inhale as if she were taking in all the surrounding air, and each exhale as if she were drowsy, making the air even more stagnant.

"Lord Slother..."

A faint voice rang out outside the palace gates. It was a lowly demon, too afraid to even step into this suffocating realm of sloth, and only daring to announce its presence from outside.

Even saints, the moment they step into this realm of inertia, will lose all motivation, their brains will completely cease thinking, and they will squander their limited lives in this state.