Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 87 The demons' lair (2)

Chapter 87: The demons' lair (2)

"Here we are," Lothar stepped into his domain, changing his surroundings.

In his wake, Hunter could see how the environment changed. He was no longer in a dim cave lit up by blue flames, but in a black-tiled corridor, which for some reason was light.

There were no torches or any other sources of light, yet Hunter could see just fine.

Going down the slope, the two descended to the intersection on which Hunter could finally see someone other than the demon.

Alas, it wasn't a pleasant sight.

A corpse was carried by two naked women moving it up by holding her limbs up, looking tired and mentally broken. Their bodies were dirty, with disheveled and tangled hair covering their bruises and scratches on their faces and backs.

Yet, it wasn't long enough to cover the rest of the wounds, which were the cause of them working naked in some kind of harsh environment belonging to Lothar.

"Another one? My collection here seems to be growing well," Lothar chuckled as he commented on the sight in a carefree tone before ordering these two to guide them to his collection room.

Which was his and Hunter's main destination.

Soon, they entered the cavernous room in which a mountain pile of corpses was perched in the middle. It was big enough to stretch toward the ceiling from which a shiny liquid streamed down onto the dead bodies, bathing them in unknown energy, which somehow Hunter was familiar with.

If he was versed in Soul Concept like Aimee, he would be able to tell that liquefied souls were weaving between those corpses.

But for what reason? Even Aimee wouldn't have been able to tell that.

"Did you know? It takes a year for a soul to leave its corpse," Lothar said while picking up a see-through block of paper and passing it to Hunter, "Look at my collection through it."

Heeding his words, Hunter put the paper before his eyes, widening them upon witnessing souls wailing and wrenching in pain while trying to escape the torment caused by the luminous stream.

They were like ghosts trying to break free from shackles that were keeping them in agony in a place worse than hell.

Some were swaying left and right their invisible faces to rip their souls off the skulls, some were flailing their hands in search of a soothing hand to pull them out of this prison, and some were clawing onto their skulls.

Which all of it drew a scene that repulsed Hunter.

On the other hand, Lothar grinned, "It's like an art, isn't it?"

"What exactly is this?" Hunter asked after swallowing his disgust.

Lothar pondered for a while and replied, "It's my project and ambition to become more significant in the demon world… to create my own house and join the thirteen lineages. If you knew the scale of the Demon World and the demons there, you would probably laugh at my ambition. I don't doubt you will soon snicker at me. But it's no sin to dream, Hunter. No sin to follow one's desires. It is only a sin when you go against yourself! Hence, I will dream of picking up the power of death and create my own lineage of undead demons!"

That was Lothar's ambition, whose scope of dreamed influence was so difficult to comprehend for a newcomer that he burst out laughing himself. He soon drew Hunter behind the mountain of corpses, showing him a small pool of purple blood.

It was shiny and calm, without anything occurring on its smooth surface.

It was dense, however, and no one probably would be able to see the pool's depths.

"A bloodline pool," Lothar explained, "All demon lineages are connected to the thirteen main ones of the Demon World, which is because demons conquer themselves, mixing bloodline after conquest. This bloodline is related to a demon named Vance, the twentieth son of Lord Alastor."

Hunter gazed at the pool.

Now, all he had to do was to enter it and turn himself into a demon. There was no other way in this situation to safely escape this place.

He could only hope that Aimee and Seraphina had managed to escape this domain.

Recalling Seraphina's tears, Hunter clenched his hands.

He never wanted to be a cause of someone's tears again.

Even if it wasn't his fault, he refused to go through the same pain again.

Alas, he subconsciously knew it was nothing but a naive desire only because he learned more about the world while following Lothar for just an hour.

And that was the tip of the iceberg.

'Every experience will make me stronger… then. I refuse to become weaker… I can only go up!' Hunter became himself, swearing to snatch every opportunity from every situation, be it bad or good, to turn it into an experience to become stronger.

As long as he continued paving his way up, he would reach an influence where he would be more than just a pawn in someone's scheme.

He would become the king of every chessboard!

"I don't have to take off my clothes?"

"No need."

"Got it."

Inhaling deeply, Hunter resolved himself to get in the pool.

It was time to taste how it feels to be a demon.

And in the future, turn it into a mere subclass of his Death Honor's Skill.

That was Hunter's plan to survive this ordeal.

And to receive a unique piece and connection for the future him.

Behind him, Lothar was witnessing how Hunter stepped into the pool. He first dipped his feet, then slowly descended the stairs to entirely drown himself in this blood.

It was such a special concept that breathing here was fine, so once Hunter was entirely in the pool, Lothar curved his lips.

He whispered, "Welcome to the family, Hunter."

After that, Lothar confirmed his mountain's progress, smiled, and left the room, going up to his demon's pal domain, where he should be already napping.

Even demons needed a break and sleep!

"I felt Susan's presence up there. Such a good time to celebrate."

His lips curved into a lascivious smile.