Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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These guys are all outsiders who drifted in from the sea, wanderers who banded together for warmth and a living. There are lizardmen, humans, dragons, halflings, and so on. The locals of Keogu call them "Sea People," and they collectively call themselves the "Mutual Aid Society," which is divided into dozens of gangs of varying sizes, such as the "Pureblood Human Liberation Front," the "Five-Colored Dragon Unity Front," the "Lizardman Autonomous Alliance," and so on.

The scapegoats Eric found to settle the debts between the two families were loan sharks belonging to the "Pureblood Human Liberation Front," the most brutal organization among the "Sea People."

In the coastal city of Keogu, humans are a minority race. Compared to the goblins, lizardmen, and other races, humans are not only fewer in number but also very weak individually.

However, precisely because they are weak, in order to intimidate others and gain a foothold, the methods of the "Pureblood Human Liberation Front" are so bloody and brutal that even powerful alien races take notice.

"She's rich, very rich."

Eric's voice was hoarse. He didn't want to be like this, but he had to protect his younger siblings, otherwise they would be sold into slavery.

“You can tell she’s rich just by looking at her pets. These two owl bear cubs are very valuable.”

Hal grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, and greedily licked his lips.

He didn't care at all whether Eric's guarantor was real or not, but this girl was definitely rich and absolutely gorgeous.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry. This period at home has probably been the most difficult time for me... For the past few months, I've been dealing with hospitals. I don't want to go into details. This Wednesday, it's finally all over, and I can finally pick up this book again. I'll be updating daily starting today. Although I don't know how many people will still be reading, I will persevere and finish it.

Chapter 142 The Deadly Straw

“With interest, it’s eighteen thousand gold coins,” Hal said. “Since you’re his guarantor, pay up.”

Ivy Beatrice sighed and glanced around out of the corner of her eye.

This is clearly a densely populated residential area, bustling with people just a moment ago. But in just a short while, the streets are deserted, and not a single person can be seen.

"Don't look anymore, I promise, even every window is tightly closed right now."

Hal stared at her and grinned maliciously. "The Pure Human Liberation Front operates like this, and even if someone is watching, no one dares to interfere. It's a pity you, you bastard, you're not worthy of me sleeping with you, otherwise, if we had some fun, we might not be so reluctant to let you go."

Although the red-haired woman was beautiful, her emerald green vertical pupils indicated that she had some kind of alien blood, most likely a hybrid descendant of a dragon and a human, multiplied for countless generations, making her very impure.

The "Pureblood Human Liberation Front" doesn't have many rules, but the first one is that sexual intercourse with other races is absolutely forbidden, and intermarriage is an even greater crime. It is considered a defilement and betrayal of pureblood humans, punishable by the extermination of the entire family, including infants. In fact, their organization has already assassinated no fewer than sixty households in this city under this pretext.

He stared intently at the beautiful woman before him—no, the female bastard—and Hal felt a deep sense of regret.

—If only she didn't have those monstrous vertical pupils, I could make her pay with her body…

As he was thinking, a flash of silver light seemed to appear before his eyes.

Hal blinked subconsciously.

However, in the blink of an eye, Hal felt warm liquid splash onto his face.

The nasal cavity was filled with the stench of blood and the putrid smell of internal organs.

When he came to his senses, he found that Eric standing next to him was only half a man, with a jet of blood spurting from his waist, soaking him and his companion from head to toe, and turning all three thugs red.

The dagger that Hal was twirling in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang," nearly cutting off his own finger.

His face turned deathly pale as he watched the alien woman opposite him suddenly wield a greatsword, the same sword that had been slung across her back. Crimson liquid was trickling down the silver-blue blade.

At this moment, the thirteen-year-old boy beside him wasn't quite dead yet. Eric screamed in agony, his upper body, with long intestines hanging out, writhing in the pool of blood. In his desperate situation, he wasn't grasping at a straw, but at a vengeful demon.

The bear stopped howling and happily rushed over to bite Eric's face.

The other two thugs bent over and vomited.

Hal didn't vomit. Because those emerald green vertical pupils were staring into his eyes, turning the warm touch of his blood-soaked body into a bone-chilling cold.

"I'm giving you a chance to reframe your language."

Ivy Beatrice said, "Tell me, am I this kid's guarantor?"

Hal's Adam's apple bobbed, and he instinctively wanted to nod, but then he stopped himself and shook his head forcefully.

"So do I need to pay?"

Hal's voice was hoarse: "No need, ma'am."

He wanted to apologize, to say it was a misunderstanding, but his tongue seemed to be nailed into his mouth, and he could only dryly utter these few words.

Ivy Beatrice was satisfied and nodded slightly to him.

She asked, "May I go now?"

"Please make yourself at home, ma'am."

The red-haired woman flicked the blood off her sword and slung it behind her back. Then, calling to her two pets, she turned and strolled slowly forward. In the blink of an eye, she had turned into another direction.

Hal watched that nightmarishly beautiful figure disappear before letting out a long sigh of relief.

He bent over, supporting himself on his knees with his hands, panting heavily, and turned to look at the boy beside him who had been severed by a sword. Eric's upper body was already lying motionless in the blood, while his lower body, now drained of blood, slowly slumped to the ground.

The child who had mortgaged the house to two families died, and the debts that had been lent out became dead debts.

"Damn it!" Hal cursed angrily, "It's a real damn thing!"

He felt a lump in his throat, a surge of anger rising within him. Looking up, he saw shadowy figures behind the windows of nearby houses and suddenly exploded, "What the hell are you looking at! Huh? I'm talking to you! What are you looking at!"

The window he was staring at, and all the surrounding windows, quickly drew their curtains.

At this moment, the other two thugs stopped vomiting and straightened up.

"Boss, we've botched this," someone asked cautiously. "What do we do now?"

Hal retorted irritably, "How the hell should I know what to do? Let's go back and tell the boss. He's a wizard; he has plenty of magic to solve problems."

He bent down to pick up the dagger, his heart filled with increasing fear.

—That red-haired woman's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp and swift. Her greatsword was also incredibly razor-sharp. If that last strike hadn't been aimed at that rascal but at him, he would be the one cut in two right now.

Hal suddenly froze.

He saw a pair of feet appear not far in front of him, two crystal-clear white feet encased in Roman-style leather sandals. Each toe was white with a pinkish tinge, as if it were glowing white.

Hal slowly stood up, trembling all over. He looked up and saw those captivating, vertical emerald eyes appear before him once more.

"After walking for a while, I suddenly remembered something."

Ivy Beatrice, who returned from abroad, said, "I don't like being called a bastard."

When the people nearby peered down through the curtains again, they found that Hal and the other two thugs were gone, leaving only scraps of flesh and pools of blood on the ground.

Chapter 143 I am your Liu Bei

Ivy Beatrice drove around in circles, but still couldn't find her way out of the residential area.

The streets and alleys of Lazy Bear Bay were like a spider web, reminding her of Tianjin in her previous life, and the "Bagua Formation" ride she used to play at the amusement park as a child. Finally, the reincarnated demon grew impatient, picked up the two baby owl bears, and, thinking of the tavern at their destination, activated "Advanced Teleportation."

The next second, she appeared in front of the sullen Medusa girl.

The tavern was deserted on the first floor, not even the dwarf waiter. Sink and Raphael, the dinosaur, were also gone. Only Medusa Steo remained, slumped behind a table by the window, staring blankly at the ceiling. A head full of multicolored, venomous snakes swayed erratically.

Ivy-Beate put down Bear Gu and Gu Xiong and sat down opposite her.

"Have you finished your business?"

"Where? We couldn't find anyone at all."

Medusa's tone was a mix of distress and surprise: "I went to their house, but it was empty... I spotted a few guys watching around the house, so I grabbed one of them and asked him. Turns out, oh my god, the shipowner's wife died, and his eldest son mortgaged the house to two different lenders, then ran off with the money and his younger siblings. That's pretty awesome."

Ivy Beatrice laughed: "What a clever little devil."

Medusa agreed.

Neither of them expected that not long ago, this "clever little devil" had been cut in two by the evaluator.

Ivy Beatrice used telepathy to ask Sink and Raphael where they were, and learned that they were resting in their guest rooms upstairs.

At that moment, Medusa sighed deeply, extended her hand to Ivy-Beate, and the four gold bricks with their emblems crushed appeared on the dining table, neatly arranged in front of Ivy-Beate.

Ivy Beatrice glanced at the gold bars that Stewart had returned, somewhat surprised.

"I thought you would keep them. If you just said you were giving them to the shipowner's son, wouldn't you be able to keep them for yourself?"

Medusa looked sadly at the four golden cubes on the table, shook her head vigorously, and all the venomous snakes on her head began to sway.

“I’m a treasure hunter, and greed is what drives us,” she said, “but those who are too greedy die.”

Ivy Beatrice understood.

"So, that's it? Drawing a line, or going our separate ways? Are you planning to stay here and be your boss's wife?"

"Hmm, I spend all my time hanging out in taverns, and when I feel like it, I go treasure hunting at sea. I've never been ambitious."

His emerald green vertical pupils narrowed.

Staring into those eyes, Steo felt a chill, but she still gritted her teeth and continued, "Of course, you once asked me to gather manpower for you to build your island, and I will definitely do it. But I don't want to go to Hesconti, that place is very strange... For the sake of you saving me, I advised you not to go either, but you wouldn't listen."

"You're making things difficult for me."

Ivy Beatrice said calmly, "We've been through so much together."

Steo swallowed hard.

“I won’t say anything,” she whispered. “The dragon head carved from the meteorite, and the fact that the Evil Dragon Alliance’s ocean fleet was attacked by the sand-turned fishmen, will all stay in my belly… You know, informing is suicide. We were together then, and if those things got out, I would be the first to die.”

Ivy Beatrice smiled and stared silently at Medusa, completely unconcerned about her petrified eyes.

Stewart looked at her and silently put the four gold bars back.

Ivy Béart nodded.

"now it's right."

She raised her jade-like hand and gently stroked Steo's cheek across the table. Medusa trembled in shock, and all her snake hairs recoiled from the six-armed serpent demon's hand, as if they were more afraid than their master.

"You're working for me now, here's the funding."

Ivy Beatrice stroked Medusa's face. "My men and I will be heading to Hesconti soon. If you want to stay, then stay. But don't mess up the recruitment task I entrusted to you."

Stewart nodded.

“No, boss,” she whispered.

The six-armed serpent demon didn't let her off the hook: "Tell me what you're planning to do?"

“Well, this is a seaside city,” Steo said cautiously. “We can recruit those idle sailors and dockworkers…”

Ivy Beatrice shook her head.

“Your approach is flawed, conservative, and boring,” she said. “I need to build my island, which requires thousands of workers. Your method is too slow.”

Stewart was confused: "Then what should I do? I can't just kidnap everyone in this city, can I?"

"Go on. Your idea is starting to make sense."

“What a joke!” Steo’s eyes widened in horror. “How could I do that? This is the Northern Federation!”

Ivy Beatrice smiled.

“A long time ago, I read a very philosophical quote in a book: Chaos is the ladder to ascent,” the emerald demon’s vertical pupils gleamed. “We must instigate infighting within the Evil Dragon Federation, cause it to fall apart, and ignite wars between cities. Believe me, there will be many, many people willing to seek a peaceful land overseas.”

Steo was completely stunned.

“You are truly, truly audacious,” her voice trembled. “I remember when we were chatting on the ship, you said you originally wanted to replace the bronze dragon across the sea and become the dragon god of the City of Flame, but you failed, didn’t you? Now you have your eyes on the Northern Federation! You always think so far ahead and have such grand schemes. Do you think you can succeed? How could you possibly succeed?”

Ivy Beatrice shrugged.

"As far as I know, there was once a man who was passionate about starting a business, and his name was Liu Bei," she said nostalgically. "He failed in his business ventures several times, but every time he started a business, people would bet on him, follow him, and bet wholeheartedly that he would succeed. Do you know why?"

“Liu Bei, that name sounds really strange,” Steo said. “Well, why?”

"Failure is the mother of success. The key is whether you have the courage to start a business again. If you have the courage to start a business again after your first failure, that means you have accumulated entrepreneurial experience, which is a plus in the eyes of investors. The more times you fail, the more experience you accumulate, and if you can persevere and start a business again, you are one step closer to entrepreneurial success."

Ivy Beatrice patted Stewart's cheek with a smile.

"Cheer up, I'm your Liu Bei. The future is bright, the road is winding, but we will succeed eventually."

Medusa stared wide-eyed: "Excuse me, how many times did this Mr. Liu Bei fail in his business ventures before finally succeeding?"

Ivy Beatrice scratched her head.

Medusa watched her boss seriously counting on his fingers and couldn't help but look utterly hopeless.

Chapter 144 Even the most meticulous plans can have flaws.

Ivy Beatrice led her owl cubs up to the second floor of the tavern and entered the tavern room that Medusa had prepared for her. She looked at the clean and tidy room with satisfaction. Sunlight streamed through the huge windows, lazily falling on the double bed and on her.

She locked the door from the inside, carefully checked it with magic, and then stretched comfortably.

With this movement, her upper body began to grow rapidly, and two more pairs of jade-like arms extended from the long hair that covered her back, while her slender legs transformed into a thick, black snake tail.

As the six-armed serpent demon returned to its original form, the floor of the guest room groaned under the strain, and even the floor tiles where the demon's body stood upright began to crack.

The six-armed serpent demon was eager to retrieve the spoils of the naval battle—the petrified head of the red dragon—to see if it could, as the original demon master Diraz had said during their visit to the Four Symbols Tower, allow them to extract the divinity of the two-headed evil dragon.