Volume 1 Chapter 678
by post_apiChapter 678: The Fallen Hell Demon God!
Lolth was not difficult to recognize; this voice resonating from her innermost being resembled all previous voices…
It belonged to her.
Guided by this voice, she became acutely aware of her "tail"—the agile fifth limb extending behind her, swaying restlessly with her turbulent emotions.
"Humans don’t possess tails."
This "common knowledge" crystallized sharply in her mind.
Such should hold true across all worlds—though wait, why did she think "across all worlds"?
Continuing her contemplation, Lolth realized she’d drifted into a twilight state between sleep and wakefulness.
Her hand brushed behind her, tracing the slender yet remarkably flexible tail.
Humans lack tails.
Yet…she evidently wasn’t human.
At this moment, Lolth sensed her "memories" sharpening into focus.
"Ah, of course…"
"I’m a succubus—I’ve crossed worlds."
She exhaled softly.
Now, Lolth felt an unprecedented clarity, as though some "barrier" within her soul had dissolved.
Even the reasoning behind choosing to "kiss Isabella" as her escape strategy resurfaced—not merely because envisioning a kiss with the school-era Isabella (when their affection was still budding) would create jarring dissonance to awaken her succubus instincts.
The greater truth was…
She harbored no resistance to such an act.
Lolth understood profoundly—much like her self-encouragement to "cook more frequently"—kissing Isabella felt inherently natural. Though admitting it might bring fluster, the truth remained undeniable.
Moreover, her prolonged absence from Hillenbrand Town weighed heavily.
She ached to reunite with Isabella…Tina…and all the others.
Regardless…
This must conclude.
However enchanting, illusions within dreams remain falsehoods.
She would return to Hillenbrand Town and properly embrace those she cherished—real, tangible reunions with heartfelt kisses.
As these thoughts solidified, Lolth lifted her gaze.
The surrounding "world" had frozen into absolute stillness.
The shy Isabella still bore that enchanting, alluring gaze, yet it no longer felt genuine—she now resembled an exquisitely crafted wax figure frozen in perfection.
"Even if this is illusionary… how I wish it could be real."
Lolth reached out, fingertips grazing the counterfeit Isabella’s porcelain cheek.
"We met at an ordinary school—fooling around and skipping classes together… You, Tina, Dorothy… We were teachers, classmates, friends."
"No supernatural powers. No deities. No looming End of Days."
"We’d meet ordinarily, befriend each other ordinarily… perhaps fall in love, perhaps drift apart… until finally fading away through mundane lifetimes."
"That… would be a luxury just out of reach."
Her trembling hand withdrew slowly.
As the whispered words dissolved into silence…
She turned away.
Though consciousness had returned, the world remained frozen since her "awakening"—
Yet persisted stubbornly.
Lolth remained imprisoned here.
Still, any "change" meant progress…
Now she could roam freely through this memory-forged academy, seeking escape routes.
Pushing open the library door, Lolth froze—the sky had warped into something alien.
Beyond the corridor windows, crimson storm clouds hung mid-roll, ominous vortices swirling within their depths like gaping maws ready to devour the earth.
"The Abyss’s own sky…"
She blinked in dawning comprehension.
Recovered memories—not entirely complete, given millennia lost since her crossing—
But enough resurfaced fragments
To distort this God’s Domain.
Her sudden influx of remembrances
Rippled through the realm’s fabric.
Unobserved spaces now existed in quantum uncertainty—
Only crystallizing into reality
When perceived through her layered memories.
Testing this theory, Lolth approached a teacher’s office.
The wooden door creaked open—
Revealing the cheerful fast-food joint she’d frequented lifetimes ago.
Empty yet preserved perfectly, even her regular order of Amber Spicy Fried Chicken awaited on Formica tables.
She lingered at the threshold, then shut the door softly.
The next office entrance swung wide—
Revealing Hillenbrand Town’s familiar chicken coops, every weathered plank exactly as remembered.
The next door led to her private bath, while the subsequent one opened to the torture tower’s kitchen…
These "office doors" lining the corridor appeared to function as portal-like gates connecting random exits between two separate realms.
"Rather fascinating indeed."
Even Lolth found herself murmuring in awe.
It proved an extraordinarily novel experience.
Yet her systematic opening of every portal wasn’t driven by mere amusement.
Partially to verify her hypothesis—though three or four doors would’ve sufficed for that purpose.
The true reason for Lolth’s persistent exploration became apparent…
*Clatter—*
She slid open a warehouse-like chamber’s door at the corridor’s terminus.
"Tsk. Success at last."
A triumphant smile graced Lolth’s features.
Beyond lay a grand hall paved with terrazzo marble, its vaulted ceiling adorned with crystalline skylights.
She strode inward with purposeful steps…
Advancing toward the rear where numerous non-portal partitions stood—
An exhibition space.
A gallery segmented into distinct zones by these architectural dividers!
Behind these barriers writhed surreal exhibits:
Glass contorted in biomorphic shapes, chromatic metals fluxing between states, artifacts simultaneously inhabiting two and three dimensions…
Lolth recognized these should have been ordinary displays.
This was…
The science museum from her previous life—where she’d once worked summer tours.
Yet in this frozen realm, every exhibit pulsed with aberrant motion.
For here, nothing maintained permanent form!
Her gaze fell upon a mechanism of interlinked metallic spheres and filaments, its base sporting a tarnished plaque.
Where bilingual descriptions (Chinese and English) should gleam, instead squirmed unspeakable glyphs—their chaotic dance surpassing even the artifacts’ distortions.
"Quite disagreeable, isn’t it?"
Lolth’s laughter rang clear before the exhibit.
"Simulating alien worlds through arcane forces… How fares this cosmic masquerade, Norolanti?"
Thus revealed her true objective—
Library. Science museum. University laboratory. Research complex…
In her past life, she had ventured through countless realms that confronted the fundamental underlying rules governing the "world’s foundations."
She had stepped through that door moments ago seeking the principles behind "constructing illusions."
Since this realm was woven from her own memories, inherent patterns must exist.
Even randomness could be shaped by her influence.
Within her mind…
Her soul—originating from a world far more distant than any alternate plane—contained concepts too vast for even deities to endure.
"Ah—"
A scream reverberated as the surrounding illusion fractured and shifted.
The environment strained to revert to the original "classroom"—that supposedly "safe" scenario Nonolanti had envisioned.
But Lolth merely smiled faintly, sharpening her mental focus for "conceptualization."
The scholastic setting materialized.
Still an educational institution, still a lesson…
Yet the temporal context had shifted from secondary school to university…
While the curriculum now proclaimed…
"Classmates, today we’ll study advanced physics!"
The chalkboard overflowed with dense formulas—symbols, numerals, equations, and models epitomizing how mortal minds in a godless, magic-devoid world had brushed against universal truths through sheer "intellect" within fleeting lifespans!!!
"Behold, Nonolanti," Lolth proclaimed with vibrant laughter, "These are my memories—witness them well!"
As she spoke, the Hell Demon God’s silhouette manifested before them.
The elongated figure shrouded in shadows clutched its skull, emitting guttural growls of anguish.
"Curse these abominations! What sorcery is this?!"
"V–E+F=2"
"e^iπ+1=0"
"E=mc²"
"r=aθ"
"F="
"Fₙ=Fₙ₋₁ + Fₙ₋₂"
"Differentiable extremum points must be stationary."
"No two electrons within an atom may share identical quantum states."
…
Visual schematics, mathematical proofs, fundamental theorems…
Exacting linguistic constructs.
This sublime yet volatile tapestry of knowledge—worthy of divine marvel—transmuted into forms Nonolanti could parse but never fully comprehend, cascading into the very fabric of his being.
Even a soul as weighty as a deity’s trembled before the presence of this "Great Terror"!
"What manner of ‘world’ is this?! These so-called ‘truths’… Why do they remain ‘unfixed’?! Why?!"
The divine entity shrieked, its cries triggering the simultaneous collapse of both illusion and God’s Domain. Nonolanti had ceased reconstructing Lolth’s memories into phantasms—who could have imagined this youthful succubus’s mind harbored what amounted to an entirely separate reality!
Moreover, the plane existing within her consciousness… proved utterly horrifying!
Its laws stood precise yet merciless, their vastness defying any mortal comprehension…
When Nonolanti—a true god in this divinely governed world—caught glimpses through this window of perception, he was naturally overwhelmed by an indescribable dread!
This revelation manifested as tailor-made cosmic horror for divinities of this realm!
Their elevated soul ranks and mastery over universal principles allowed deeper, more perilous understanding when viewing through Lolth’s perspective.
Where mortals might simply perceive information…
A deity—particularly Nonolanti the Hell Demon God, who’d foolishly attempted to reconstruct this reality through divine authority—had essentially compressed an entire world’s essence into his own divine consciousness!!!
Especially considering Lolth’s original world existed completely devoid of "gods."
Here were laws neither controlled nor comprehended by deities, yet maintaining flawless precision in their world-shaping mechanics…
What sublime grandeur transcending mortal concepts of eternity!
And simultaneously…
What absolute terror!!!
"Foolish god…"
Lolth gazed contemptuously at the shrieking Nonolanti clutching his skull, her lips curling in derision.
"’Cunning’ or ‘scheming’… such clever-sounding titles avail you nothing when confronted by truths demanding genuine thought."
The God’s Domain disintegrated alongside its creator’s sanity… Not merely this avatar, but even Nonolanti’s distant true form in the alternate plane began undergoing inevitable "corrosion"!
His divine authority and fundamental existence quaked!
Though his immense power, lofty rank, and the alternate plane’s Plane Will prevented total annihilation, Nonolanti’s soul sustained critical fractures.
Such spiritual wounds wouldn’t erase a deity outright…
Yet…
They would birth perfect madness!
"CRACK!!!"
As sludge exploded outward, Lolth found herself thrust back into tangible reality.
Rainneedles stung her skin while churning magic verified her return to the physical plane. Pale-faced from resisting the Demon God’s soul corrosion and forced recollection of forbidden knowledge, she nonetheless deemed the ordeal worthwhile.
Before her, the vanished sludge revealed…
A seething mass of shadow-serpents in the stormy darkness—countless venomous forms coiling, biting, thrashing in nauseous unity, exuding hypnotic vapors to ensnare unwary observers.
This is the true avatar of the "Deceitful Demon God·Nolonlanti" manifested here—though naturally, it should have maintained a humanoid form.
Yet this particular incarnation…
Has now gone utterly mad!
It acts as a frenzied, untethered font of divine power, instinctively unleashing waves of hostility in all directions.
The rain-soaked earth, surging elemental magics, Power of the Evil God, Holy Light…
All become targets of its indiscriminate assault!
Only the living Lolth before it remains untouched, as if the demon god’s incarnation perceives her as some unimaginably dreadful entity beyond its capacity to challenge.
Nor does the madness end there…
When Lolth deliberately approaches, the shadowy mass emits incomprehensible shrieks before recoiling and writhing away from her presence.
Though deranged, the creature clearly retains memory of precisely who drove it to madness.
Watching this spectacle, Lolth could only wipe rainwater from her face in resignation.
Her intentions had never been so extreme.
Regarding the Deceitful Demon God’s avatar, she’d merely intended to push it to the brink of berserk fury… never anticipating it would fracture completely.
"A minor complication arose… yet the overall outcome remains acceptable."
"The effects surpass expectations—save for the Demon God’s condition, the magic environment has also become chaotic."
"Everything progresses more smoothly than imagined."
Murmuring to herself, Lolth deactivated the Resonance Crystal dispersing magical energies through dimensional layers before settling down to rest.
Now came the waiting game…
With numerous "deities" still requiring attention, she needed to conserve her strength.
As for whether the others would reach her position…
Lolth maintained absolute faith in her arrangements.
Whether Dorothy and Patricia, or Janine Irene and the Lady of Light—none would betray her trust!
Unbeknownst to the resting archmage…
The instant the Resonance Crystal shut down, the omnipresent shadows and oozing mire symbolizing "Deceit" began retreating toward hell’s domain.
Simultaneously within that infernal realm, upon the southern swamplands’ Divine Throne, the Demon God Nolonlanti’s true form erupted in anguished howls.
"Damnation—what IS this?!!"
"Insufferable! Unendurable! Maddening!!!"
Even the primordial entity’s main body momentarily teetered on sanity’s edge after enduring this assault.
The otherworldly "knowledge" and "truths" corroded its being like virulent poison, overwhelming this supreme entity ranked among divinity’s mightiest.
Through hell’s expanses reverberated the Deceitful Demon God’s tormented wails!
The commotion stirred primal dread within the other four Demon God pillars themselves.
When last had they encountered forces capable of inflicting genuine harm—let alone existential threat—upon their ancient selves?
Except for the previous Abyssal Demon King…
Even the Abyssal Demon King, while presenting an opportunity to eliminate them, still carried the risk of falling—they had no intention of mutual annihilation.
Yet they could sense Noloranti hadn’t encountered an equal adversary; merely retrieving a dispatched clone…
Had caused spiritual tremors and the collapse of their Divine Kingdom!
Though not amounting to a "fall," this was far from a minor injury!
"Who did this? The God of Light?!"
"He’s been scheming against the Church of Light…"
"Impossible…I detect no Holy Light energy!"
The other three Demon Gods murmured, trepidation coloring their voices.
Only Murphy Yates sat upon Hell’s Divine Throne, biting her nails with twitching lips.
"It’s that being…"
She uttered through residual terror.
During her previous confrontation with the Abyssal Demon King, home advantage had allowed her to fight evenly.
But only Murphy Yates knew the truth…
Two other entities had stood behind the Abyssal Demon King that day…
And when they later came to claim the essence of "Judgment Power"…
She’d kept silent.
Now she thanked her perpetual cooperation and restraint from extreme actions.
Though Noloranti wasn’t the mastermind behind plotting against the former hero’s descendants, their involvement proved inevitable—this self-proclaimed "Deceiver" meddled in every affair.
Thus when their "Authority" became necessary…
Negotiation gave way to claiming.
The next instant…
As Murphy Yates anticipated, a piercing whine reverberated through Hell.
"Bzzzz—"
All Demon Gods clutched their ears against skull-splitting agony.
The sound of torn spatial barriers!
Unlike ordinary plane channels, a silver gash ripped through sulfurous skies.
"Friends…we agreed not to intervene personally, yes?"
A lilting voice inquired.
"Since someone harmed my beloved, I’m entitled to retaliate—correct?"
Twin questions echoed through Hell’s domain, silencing even the four unaffected Demon Pillars.
"My apologies then."
As the voice spoke, liquid-like vermillion flame dripped from the rift onto Noloranti’s swamp.
Ignition followed.
Instantaneously…every element within Noloranti’s Divine Kingdom combusted. What began as droplet became conflagration, devouring the realm entire.
Flame-engulfed Noloranti glared upward in dread.
"Succubus—how dare you!"
"Attempting Divine Power theft in Hell itself…unfathomable audacity!!!"
They bellowed, rallying magic through fractured spirit.
The rift’s cold retort came:
"Noloranti, behold your insolence!"
"Breaching contract by attacking Lolth in the main plane!"
"Clearly you’ve forgotten…without Hell Plane’s will shielding you, you’re nothing!"
"Trish’s account remains unsettled…Betosi! Twitch again and taste mortality!"
Eastern Hell’s turbulent magic stilled abruptly.
Noloranti’s features contorted.
"My Church of Light schemes span millennia…"
"Then slink away abandoning your pathetic designs…Must I teach basic caution?"
The voice sliced through their protest.
"Now pay for your folly, arrogance, conceit, ignorance, hypocrisy, and greed!"
Then…
Golden radiance spanning Hell’s breadth poured through the rift, drowning a fifth of the realm.
Realm-piercing forces cascaded for five full minutes.
When stillness returned…
Noloranti’s domain had become absolute void.