Chapter 138: The Devilish Boy Who Hates Devils

Chapter 136: The Demonic Youth Who Slightly Dislikes Demons

After completing a set of Intermediate Muscle and Bone Forging techniques, Little Weir felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He hadn’t eaten anything, only drank a bowl of thousand-year-old aged wine, yet his body recovered so well. Was this the so-called home advantage? No, perhaps he was currently using a projection of his own body, which was the benefit of body synchronization. Since his body was constantly nourished and infused with blood qi without end, he never had to worry about a lack of internal energy.

The so-called hunger and thirst were just illusions; he could eat or drink anything theoretically edible to eliminate these negative states.

Haha, what a convenient ability. I wonder how that demonic youth will solve this problem?

As dawn broke and nocturnal animals slowly returned to their nests, Little Weir slowly pried open the warehouse door, allowing outside light to refract in. Ordinary animal hides had long since decayed, leaving only the hides and sinews of mid-to-high-level magical beasts usable.

With a magical rune weapon in hand, Little Weir still took some effort to fashion a crude backpack and two ugly waterskins. He simply organized the usable items into his backpack, filled the two waterskins with fine wine, and after a thorough check, Little Weir strode out of the blacksmith’s shop.

No, this shouldn’t be called a blacksmith’s shop. The name seemed to be Dwarf’s Fine Weapons Shop, and there were indeed many good items inside. However, without spatial equipment, he couldn’t take them, so he could only choose what was useful and not too heavy.

Little Weir knew that all of these things were illusory. According to the proxy elf’s information, everything here was a one-to-one replica of the ruined city in the 異空間 (different space) created by the God of Wisdom. The more he explored now, the more he would understand the 異空間 later, giving him more confidence when he conducted the real exploration.

His shoes were wrapped in a layer of soft animal hide, and after getting used to it, his footsteps were greatly muffled. There weren’t many skeletons on the street; during the day, most of them chose to hide indoors. Although there was no direct sunlight, they still disliked the daytime.

Little Weir quickly advanced along well-lit but inconspicuous areas, targeting the nearest mansion or jewelry store.

Crystal was a very common and precious ornament. It wasn’t a supernatural item, but it was very beautiful and valuable, especially larger crystals, which were very rare. However, wealthy families usually collected them. He had found some in the mansions here before, almost every household had them.

Because they weren’t supernatural items, the Bloodline Earl and Soul Singer didn’t compete with him for them, and they all ended up in his mother Mojis’ hands.

He was familiar with climbing walls and fighting monsters. With a bow and crossbow, Little Weir could sweep through an area even when alone. Skeletons and zombies had limited intelligence and weren’t skilled climbers. They couldn’t attack Little Weir, who stood on a high wall, and were eventually all shot down by a barrage of arrows.

Little Weir was not lacking in experience with clearing out mansion districts. Although he missed the Bloodline Earl and Soul Singer, he spent a little more effort finding secret rooms, but he eventually broke through them violently and found the right places.

The magical rune weapons collected by wealthy families were incomparable to those found in ordinary equipment stores or weapon shops. Little Weir acquired a superior magic bow, two excellent-grade magical rune daggers, and several usable large crystals.

With better wine, Little Weir naturally wouldn’t mistreat himself. Although he wasn’t very fond of drinking, good wine always tasted better. After replacing the wine in his waterskins with the fine wine collected by the rich, Little Weir meticulously cleaned the entire mansion and harvested some decent fruits. The only pity was that the books he found could not be sacrificed.

“The Apostle has mortgaged the Seven-Layer Tower to the God of Wisdom. The God of Wisdom has completely controlled the 異空間 through the Seven-Layer Tower.

All books and data in the 異空間 have been collected and cannot be sacrificed.” The proxy elf’s words left Little Weir speechless. It seemed he now owed the God of Wisdom a huge debt, and he didn’t have a good way to repay it.

He was a bit confused about the exact amount. The proxy elf should know, and his body was still under the invasion of blood qi, constantly consuming contribution points to maintain the enhancement every second. He had a feeling that after this calamity, he would be heavily indebted, perhaps even for life. But he had no way to refuse; if he refused, there was only one outcome: death.

Life is only once, so let’s just be in debt. At worst, I’ll work hard to collect knowledge and repay it later. I’m already a formal knight now, so I should be able to access more high-end things, right? Hmm, probably! Little Weir was still quite self-aware. A junior knight wasn’t really that powerful. Wasn’t his father a junior knight? In the end, he still lived a down-and-out life, honestly running a coffee shop.

Five crystals were consumed, four of them entirely. Little Weir finally managed to create a usable ‘thousand-mile eye’ before dark. Although it wasn’t excellent, it could at least double his observation range. This city was very large, and even if it were twice as large, the effect would still be limited. However, Little Weir wasn’t trying to monitor the entire city; he only needed to discover the demonic youth before the youth discovered him.

While there was still some light, Little Weir set up simple traps and mechanisms within a two-hundred-meter radius around the mansion’s secret room, then hid in the secret room. The mansion’s secret room also had a secret passage leading to the outside, about a hundred meters long, which was still usable after a thousand years, showing that wealthy people were indeed very afraid of death.

The damaged crystals weren’t completely wasted; Little Weir also made a simple periscope. Although the vision was a little blurry, it was barely usable. Extending it from the secret room’s vent allowed him to observe some of the outside situation. After a simple knight’s training, Little Weir heard some slight commotion outside, and after confirming it was safe, he fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed uneventfully. Aside from the corpses of a few demon rats in the traps and a few skeletons and zombies hanging, everything else was fine. The soul battlefield hadn’t ended, which meant that the demonic youth had also survived successfully.

Although Little Weir didn’t hope the demonic youth would foolishly get himself killed, he still felt a bit disappointed. Everyone likes to win by doing nothing. Wasn’t the reason he chose this scenario to use the many powerful monsters in the 異空間 to help him deal with his enemy?

How was the masked demonic youth doing? It had to be said that when one is unlucky, even drinking cold water can choke them. The hungry and thirsty masked demonic youth encountered venomous snakes while picking fruit and zombies while drinking water. He finally found a weapons shop, only to almost be flattened by the dwarf skeletons inside with their hammers.

After finally winning, the commotion was too great, attracting a horde of skeletons and zombies. Even more unlucky, he encountered a wraith. After losing his supernatural abilities, these intangible ghostly things were truly annoying.

“I finally know why so many people hate being enemies with demons. Opponents you can see but can’t hit, and who still attack you, are truly annoying!” The masked demonic youth grabbed two magical rune pieces of equipment and fled in a panic.

He didn’t get a moment’s peace all night until daylight arrived, the wraith vanished, and the skeletons and zombies retreated into the shadows. Only then did he find a brief moment of tranquility.

“I will repay today’s grudge a thousandfold in the future!” The masked demonic youth gnashed his teeth. Old wounds on his body had not healed, and new ones were added. What was even more excessive was that these wounds were also attached with some strange things, causing his soul power to continuously deplete, and his body also showed a slight abnormality, with his condition beginning to decline.

If Little Weir were there, he would definitely tell him that this state was called poisoning, and it was a relatively evil corpse poison. Just having his physical attributes lowered was already very lucky; not falling unconscious was enough to show that this body had strong resistance.