Warlock Apprentice

On Pannas’s body, a charming and profound azure glow was not only radiating outward, but she herself was also undergoing a transmutation.

In fact, if you didn’t look at the mouth on her forehead, her form almost exactly resembled that of humans, albeit scantily clad. But now, it was as though she had shed her human guise and donned a layer of strange new armor.

Her skin bore streaks of blue pattern, and the previously exposed parts were now automatically covered with dazzling, reflective scales. The change in skin tone was just the beginning, her body size was also expanding at an astonishing rate.

In just a few seconds, she had swelled to the limits of the cabin.

Amidst Angel’s dismayed expression, the cabin’s ceiling exploded with a “bang.”

Countless fragments flew outward, and thanks to Canaan’s manipulation of a water membrane, the splintering wood was stopped from disturbing the guests who were still experiencing the rhythm of the ocean in the yard.

Pannas’s transformation was not yet over; her body continued to swell, and the attic could no longer hold up. It was completely blown off by her hair, which was flying around like dancing snakes.

From a petite stature to a giant-like size in less than a minute.

Angel turned his head expressionlessly toward Canaan, “Is this Pannas the Succubus’s true form?”

Canaan was also a bit dazed at this time. Having worked here for over three days, it was the first time he had encountered such a huge supernatural change that even the shop was destroyed.

It took him a while to respond, and then he shook his head at Angel, “I remember that Pannas the Succubus’s true form isn’t like this… Just like other succubi, she’s very petite.”

The Succubus itself is not a demon that relies on physical strength in combat; its spiritual power and charm ability are the skills on which it relies for survival.

So, even if we’re talking about biological evolutionary choices, Pannas the Succubus shouldn’t have become this massive, should she?

If it’s not her true form, then what could it be?

Angel watched Pannas’s transformation, which had seemed exotic, but now had nothing to do with beauty.

The swelling of her head stretched her facial features, making them look fierce and terrifying. The mouth on her forehead was no longer the small cherry mouth it had been before; it had completely let go, splitting wide open like a blooming man-eating flower.

Behind her, numerous spider-leg-like tentacles emerged and unfurled, shining with scales in the light, giving the illusion that she had grown countless glowing tails.

Angel sighed. He had thought Pannas spitting out Simos’s bones was alien enough, but now it was even more terrifying.

“This form looks like…” Fafnir on the other side suddenly furrowed his brow.

As Angel was waiting for the rest of Fafnir’s sentence, from the broken roof, a shadow enveloped in an endless terror streaked across the sky.

The dark figure had flown from the inner city of Lassudral and now hovered in the high sky.

“That’s Lord Yadasai!” Exclaimed Canaan as he stepped back in fear.

Angel had heard the name Yadasai from Pannas before, but he didn’t know who it specifically referred to. However, he was unable to inquire further from Canaan as he found himself unable to move due to the oppressive atmosphere.

This felt like a pressure, but it was accompanied by a deep-seated panic and fear arising from deep within.

Angel’s face instantly paled, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

“Useless creature,” a cold sneer reached Angel’s ear, unmistakably from Fafnir, the only one who would mock him at such a time.

Although Fafnir was venomous, following his sneer, Angel felt an additional layer around him as though a space crafted from a gentle breeze shielded him, and under this barrier of wind, the terrifying aura from outside could no longer affect him.

Angel showed gratitude toward Fafnir, who merely snorted coldly and turned his head, eyeing the figure in the sky with a guarded look.

Angel also cautiously glanced at the sky where the terrifying figure was suspended. Due to the backlight, he couldn’t see the figure’s face clearly, but the horrifying bone wings that could shroud the sky were firmly etched in his mind.

No longer affected by the exterior, Angel finally had a moment to ask Canaan about the identity of the newcomer.

Canaan’s complexion was not much better than Angel’s, and in a trembling voice, he replied, “A great demon, Lord Yadasai is a great demon!”

Although Angel had some guesses, he was still stunned for a few seconds upon hearing this answer.

Remembering what Pannas had said, that the demon Simos from the Void was food provided by Yadasai, it was possible that Yadasai was one of the great demons associated with Pannas?

Angel heard some rustling noises behind him and turned to see that the demons who had been immersed in their experiences in the yard had awoken. However, they now dared not linger and were fleeing in all directions.

In a matter of moments, only Angel and his companions remained within several miles of the Misty Cabin.

However, even though there were no creatures nearby, it didn’t mean that the place had lost attention. Quite the contrary, more demons were casting their gaze from the distant borders of their realm onto this small suburban woods.

Although Yadasai had arrived, it didn’t descend, merely watching Angel’s transmutation quietly and glancing sideways at Fafnir, ready to defend itself.

As for Angel and Canaan, Yadasai didn’t even give them a glance.

Two more minutes passed, and Angel’s transmutation finally came to a halt; with a laugh like a tinkling of silver bells, Angel finally opened his eyes.

The first thing he did upon opening his eyes was to gaze fascinatedly at his own perfect form, a series of delighted giggles revealing the joy in his heart.

I thought I’d have to wait much longer for this day, but to think it has come today.” Angel’s eyes shone with narcissism as he mused for quite some time.

After laughing boisterously several times, Angel suddenly turned his gaze toward Angel.

He bent his head and his neck stretched out like a snake, eventually moving from high above, slowly down to face Angel. Angel wanted to get even closer, but because of Fafnir’s gentle wind barrier, he had to stop a meter away.

“The previous experience tour made me very happy,” Angel said with a tongue circling his lip—ah, the tongue inside the mouth below his nose—and then exhaled a faint, cool, fragrant breath: “However, that Ocean Goddess seemed quite uncomfortable to look at but the handsome men around her are very much to my taste.”

Angel’s mouth twitched. He had almost forgotten, his original purpose in crafting the Ocean Rhythm was for Lady Mirror, and among those depicted around the Ocean Goddess were numerous handsome men, many of whom were big shots from the Wizards’ Realm.

If one day Angel found himself up against a human wizard and realized their face was one of those ‘fruit men’ he had seen in the Ocean Rhythm… Angel suddenly felt a chill running up his spine.

“Making our customers happy is indeed the shop’s purpose,” Angel said expressionlessly. “However, I hope that next time you won’t flip the roof of the shop again, as it causes me trouble.”

Angel was caught off guard by Angel’s concern about a dilapidated little cabin at this time and couldn’t help but giggle: “What to do, I’m finding myself liking you more and more.”

“Even so, the compensation for damaging the shop cannot be discounted,” Angel replied earnestly.

As Angel and Angel talked, ripples suddenly spread overhead.

“Angel,” came a throaty voice with an echo effect, from the backlit silhouette high above—Yadasai.

Angel, who had been giggling, now frowned and looked up into the sky.

“Ah, Yadasai,” Angel’s expression was significantly more restrained than before.

“As a precious bloodline of an Ancient Demon, speaking in Abyss Language is to cheapen oneself,” Yadasai said as it gradually descended from the sky, hovering in mid-air.

“I speak Demon Language because others have to understand what I’m saying.”

Yadasai’s gaze swept over Angel, who initially appeared disdainful, but when it noticed the Flame Mark on Angel’s earlobe, its brows furrowed.

“The Flame Mark of Odeclass.” Yadasai then looked at Fafnir: “Abyssal Wind Dragon, Miss Fafnir.”

“It seems this store is indeed quite interesting.”

Angel’s body slowly shrank back to its previous form. “How can a store that allowed me to awaken in such a short time not be interesting? I should also thank you. If it weren’t for you sending me to investigate this shop’s reality, how could I have had the chance to awaken?”

What’s more important, the Magical Creature that Angel used to pay was also a gift from Yadasai. Although there had been some unpleasantness with Fafnir, overall, Angel had come out ahead.

“An awakening, so it was an Abyssal Awakening after all,” Fafnir suddenly said after Angel finished speaking. She had been suspecting as much, and now that Angel had admitted it herself, it solved some of her doubts.

However, knowing that Angel’s previous form was due to an Abyssal Awakening, Fafnir’s feelings were even more complex.

She glanced at Angel, who was still oblivious, and sighed silently: Does he even realize the monster he’s created?

Angel was indeed in a bewildered state because, after the arrival of Yadasai, they all started speaking Ancient Demon Language, which he couldn’t understand at all. He occasionally felt their eyes on him, bringing a shiver down his spine.

Angel had thought to ask Canaan, but Canaan was so frightened that he had run behind a tree in the courtyard. Even his pale blue robe sticking out from behind the tree was trembling, showing how terrified he was.

Angel had also considered hiding for a while, but this was Lassudral, and the other party was a great demon. Hiding anywhere wouldn’t be safe with his abilities. It might be safer to stay here with Fafnir around.

But that safety was only relative.

All at once, the once again diminutive form of Angel pointed at Angel, and then said something to Yadasai in Ancient Demon Language that Angel couldn’t understand at all.

Yadasai turned its head to look at Angel.

Yadasai’s face was covered by a black bone armor, obscuring its features, but somehow Angel felt a threat emanating from behind that dark visage.

The next second, Yadasai suddenly raised its hand, and a beam of black light shot straight at Angel’s face.