Volume 1 Chapter 668

Chapter 668: JK Exclusive Little Lolth

Witnessing the disheveled Patricia rushing toward her and hearing her desperate words, Lolth’s face betrayed astonishment.

"A malevolent deity? How could this happen?!"

She called out while moving to meet Patricia.

But before the Great Sage could reach her, Patricia collapsed face-first into the rainwater, appearing to lose consciousness entirely.

"Patricia!"

Lolth dashed to the fallen figure, hauling the unresponsive Great Sage upright while trying to rouse her.

Yet when she lifted Patricia from the sodden ground…

The being’s "face" had morphed into a grotesque, grinning visage.

The figure masquerading as Patricia then dissolved like wax, transforming into viscous black sludge that coiled around Lolth’s wrist. The ooze crawled upward along her arm while simultaneously burrowing beneath her skin.

Horror contorted Lolth’s features.

"What’s this?!"

From the shimmering rain curtain behind her emerged a repulsively glutinous voice dripping with arrogance.

"Behold ‘Deceit’… succubus."

Nolloran’s declaration hung in the air as Lolth channeled magic to purge the clinging sludge.

She sensed the foreign substance disrupting her powers – not nullifying them, but warping their flow.

Spells misfired. Targets blurred beyond recognition.

While Lolth struggled against the corruption, more dark ooze pooled around her boots.

"Raw power without wisdom seals your fate," the voice reverberated through the downpour. "For a mortal yet untouched by divinity’s grace, you’ve shown promise… pity your dull wit undoes you."

"Furthermore…"

"Your vaunted strength amuses me!"

Nolloran’s taunt pierced the rain as inky tendrils from the flooded ground seized Lolth’s ankles.

Her magical barriers proved pitifully ineffective against the anomalous substance.

"Succubus, are you prepared to atone for your blasphemies?"

As Nolloran delivered this haughty challenge, Lolth paused contemplatively.

After several heartbeats, she countered:

"Which particular blasphemy concerns you?"

"The time I truthfully criticized your idiotic maneuvers? When I detonated spatial magic in your smug face…"

"Or perhaps…"

She raised her still-untainted left hand, defiance sparking in her eyes.

"This present moment?"

Then, she gently snapped her fingers.

"Hummm—"

The air quivered as a speck of violet light materialized in the rain-lashed night, as though emerging from another dimension.

"Quite cunning—coming here as an avatar while hiding a dozen interchangeable backups."

"You really made me… search every corner."

As Lolth spoke, another glimmer of purple manifested behind her.

Then…

Dozens more luminous points erupted like stars, unfurling slender magical conduits that pierced through realities—neither anchored to the main plane nor any alternate plane.

The amorphous "laws" unique to Lolth and her corporeal magic flooded the space instantly.

Interweaving violet radiance illuminated the downpour, revealing over a dozen elongated silhouettes that flickered between visibility and nothingness—until the pure magic’s glare pinned them in place.

"This is… your ‘Domain’!"

The multiple projections of Nono Lanti screeched in unison.

"Impossible! That magic device remains with the girl…"

The disbelief in its voice drew a sigh from Lolth.

"True, I gave it to Dorothy… Your spies work quickly."

"Shall the creator be forbidden from crafting upgraded prototypes?"

As she spoke, the mud clinging to her dissolved under the violet glow like spring ice upon a river—revealing her Magic Cube 2.0.

Built upon Resonance Crystals, this lattice of magic existing beyond the main plane resembled less a cube and more…

A Magic Weave.

Sacrificing the original’s integration and power throughput for concealment, it traded raw might for surgical precision and adaptability.

Now, Nono Lanti’s dozen clones stood exposed.

"’Devious Demon God’?" Lolth scoffed. "Your earlier trick barely qualified. Even the telemarketers and infrared mattress peddlers from my childhood showed more artistry."

"To simplify for your limited wit—"

"You’re an imbecile, Nono Lanti. Sending a fake Patricia screaming about evil gods? Even if one manifested in the Holy Capital, neither she nor Dorothy would charge blindly into danger! And since when does the Day of Revival leave a rain-drenched Great Sage bloodied?"

"Slapping truth and lies together isn’t cunning. Cultivate actual skill before attempting deception."

Violet energies coalesced around the trapped figures as Lolth continued, "Ready to atone for your stupidity? Pathetic namesake clutching borrowed power!"

Nono Lanti’s projections vibrated with rage.

"You succubus—"

But His anger lasted less than a second.

Along with over a dozen other figures, He was simultaneously engulfed by the tsunami-like surge of pure magical energy!

Lolth had pretended to take the bait earlier precisely to pinpoint each of His numerous clones’ locations and ensure none escaped detection.

Among these clones existed one primary incarnation specifically manifested to confront her.

The rest were weaker secondary and reserve clones that had secretly infiltrated over the years through various means.

Previously, Nonolante had evaded her spatial collapse attack by swapping positions between a reserve clone and His main incarnation.

Thus Lolth realized merely capturing the "Deceptive Demon God’s" primary vessel wasn’t sufficient.

As long as the enemy could keep "position-swapping," distinguishing between primary and secondary clones became irrelevant.

Therefore, Lolth shifted tactics…

By launching carpet-bombing attacks targeting all clones and their surrounding spaces simultaneously…

The opponent would find no escape.

This strategy proved remarkably effective.

The dozen-plus clones of the "Deceptive Demon God Nonolante" at this moment…

Completely dissipated.

While the enemy reveled in arrogant theatrics, every Resonance Crystal beyond the main plane had already begun charging.

Combined with Lolth’s own magical output…

Within moments, they’d accumulated enough energy to obliterate even a Demon God’s incarnation.

The annihilating force of pure magic proved terrifyingly efficient.

Though not a single falling raindrop wavered, this very fact demonstrated every shred of magic had been precisely focused on the target "Nonolante."

The rainy night plunged into absolute silence.

"Haa… settled at last."

Lolth exhaled, sensing Nonolante’s presence dissolving into the void.

The Deceptive Demon God’s magic began spiraling out of control and scattering.

The rain regained its crystalline clarity and refreshing chill, reminiscent of early summer twilight showers.

"With this handled, I should return…"

Muttering to herself, Lolth turned toward a vague direction.

Perhaps from exhaustion, she momentarily couldn’t recall…

Where exactly was she supposed to go?

Maybe observing the crowd’s movement would jog her memory.

She glanced around at students in baggy track uniforms trudging through the rain with umbrellas, all heading toward a distant gate faintly visible through the downpour.

Beside the gate hung blurred characters, the last four dimly discernible as "Girls’ Middle School."

"Oh right, today’s a school day."

A look of dawning comprehension crossed Lolth’s face.

She spoke these words with a hint of distress flickering across her features.

Having forgotten her umbrella, she’d been drenched throughout her entire journey…

Would the teacher make her stand in punishment?

Had her textbooks survived the deluge?

"Ah… whatever. Standing punishment it is then."

Lolth sighed heavily before adjusting her backpack and trudging towards the school grounds.

The campus buzzed with its usual morning activity, students streaming through the gates. The rainy weather meant no duty-bound teachers or student monitors lingered at the entrance today.

True to her routine, Lolth arrived neither conspicuously early nor embarrassingly late.

She entered the main academic building, scrubbing her soles against the corrugated cardboard mat to dislodge muddy rainwater. After smoothing her damp hair and flicking away clinging droplets, she let out a relieved breath.

"Finally made it."

Clothes clinging uncomfortably to her skin, Lolth navigated towards her classroom while growing increasingly irritated.

"Dammit! Why’d I forget the umbrella? The weather app clearly showed rain…"

"Big sis even reminded me…"

Her muttering faded as she reached the classroom doorway.

Pushing open the front door revealed the morning study session already underway. A symphony of whispered conversations and recitations floated from clusters of fresh-faced girls, while others frantically scribbled last-minute homework.

The spectacle of Lolth’s drowned-rat appearance drew numerous startled glances.

"What happened to you, Little Lolth?"

A honeyed voice piped up from near the entrance – Alu, her petite friend who occupied the desk closest to the doorway.

"You’ll catch your death like that!"

"Ah… umbrella mishap," Lolth sniffed, forcing a grin. "I’m made of sterner stuff, Alu. Won’t keel over that easily."

Alu nodded sagely, eyes twinkling.

"True enough. Fools never catch colds."

Lolth responded with an exaggerated eye-roll.

"Says the math-flunking halfwit."

"At least I didn’t score sixteen on the English test," Alu sing-songed.

Their ritualistic bickering concluded, Lolth sloshed towards her designated space.

Her height advantage among peers had secured the coveted window seat in the back row.

The strategic book-barricade on her desk conveniently enabled both napping and illicit reading sessions.

The sole drawback of her private kingdom? Being odd-girl-out in this classroom of uneven numbers meant no desk companion.

Oh… hold on.

When Lolth noticed the girl with ice-blue hair seated in the inner side of her desk, she smacked her forehead in sudden realization.

She now had a deskmate.

It was Isabella, the transfer student who had arrived half a year ago.

The name alone betrayed her foreign origins.

A girl of remarkable athleticism, her father was supposedly an officer from some country—Lolth hadn’t paid enough attention to recall the details.

No one quite understood why she’d enrolled in this obscure all-girls academy.

Lolth approached her desk, dropped her bag onto it, and briskly patted away the rainwater.

The commotion drew Isabella’s attention away from her textbook. She turned, strands of hair catching the classroom light.

“Ah… Lolth.”

“What happened to you?”

At the question, Lolth offered a half-hearted shrug.

“Didn’t bring an umbrella.”

Isabella’s brows knitted into a delicate frown. “How do you forget an umbrella during the rainy season? This storm’s been raging since midnight!”

“You should’ve doubled back when you saw the downpour this morning!”

As she spoke, Isabella produced a pale blue handkerchief from her bag and began to carefully wipe Lolth’s belongings.

After smoothing the cleaned backpack against the windowsill, Isabella paused, her gaze lingering on Lolth’s drenched form. A thought seemed to strike her.

Biting her lip, she reached into the desk compartment and pulled out her folded school blazer.

“Here—use this to dry yourself.”

The words left her lips tinged with pink.

Lolth stared at the crumpled garment, discomfort flashing across her features.

“I couldn’t possibly—”

“Must you argue? Do you fancy catching pneumonia?”

“Quickly now. The bell’s about to ring.”

Isabella thrust the blazer into Lolth’s arms, her blush creeping all the way to her earlobes. The movement made her short-sleeved uniform shift, the thin fabric outlining youthful curves as she gestured urgently.

Flushing herself, Lolth accepted the garment and scrubbed haphazardly at her face and hair. The scent of jasmine and sunlight—distinctly Isabella—flooded her senses, intimate as an embrace.

“Thanks,” Lolth mumbled, returning the slightly damp blazer before collapsing onto her chair.

At that precise moment, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the corridor.