Chapter 383
by fanqienovelChapter 383: The Great Slave Uprising on the Fantasy Tree!
“Damn it!”
“I’d had enough!”
“When would this miserable life end?!”
At the “outer skin” of the Fantasy Tree of Subspace, a chaotic demon roared his complaints.
Horns crowned his head as he stood clad in intricate armor.
A mid-level demon—the horned demon commander!
His face twisted savagely, baring razor-sharp teeth while hellfire fury radiated from his form.
“No more cleaning these vile Mold Tumors day after day!”
The bloodthirsty demon swung his whip wildly, roaring louder.
Only the "Mold Tumors" posed any real threat to the Fantasy Tree itself. Left unchecked, they’d slowly eat away at the tree’s law substance, weakening it over time.
If colossal beasts like Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons attacked, the Fantasy Tree of Subspace could be breached swiftly—maybe even shattered.
This meant daily upkeep fell to the demons.
But demons hated this dull, fiddly work.
Just sitting idle watching nearly drove them crazy.
“Damn it!”
“This ain’t the life I signed up for!”
“We’re demons!”
“We should be following the great Chaos Demon God—raiding Bubble Worlds one after another, spreading terror across creation!”
“Remembering how their guts spilled out? How they screamed?”
“Nothing sweeter than that look in their eyes!”
The horned demon commander shut his eyes, lost in the memory.
But dwelling on glory days only proved how miserable now was.
When his eyes snapped open, the sight of toiling figures below enraged him.
“You swine! Slaves!”
“Faster!”
*Crack!*
A whip of chaotic Magic Power lashed down, flooring a human slave.
“Cough…”
The tall slave glared up defiantly from the ground.
“What’re you staring at?!”
“Keep looking—I’ll rip you apart!”
Although it said this, it made no further moves.
This was exceedingly rare among chaotic demons.
Normally, chaotic demons never spare survivors—mortals, and even entire civilizations and life within Bubble Worlds, exist merely as tools for them to vent their inner savagery.
The saying "chaos passes through, not-a-blade-of-grass-grows" isn’t mere exaggeration.
Yet now, chaos found itself compelled to keep captives.
"Hmph…"
"If not for you mortals having some slight use…"
"I’d have strangled you with your own guts already!"
The mortals’ current purpose for chaos was clearing those "Mold Tumors."
These tumors severely corroded the Fantasy Tree of Subspace, emitting intense radiation that burned chaotic demons upon prolonged exposure. Sometimes they even devoured demonic power, becoming active and rampaging through the Fantasy Tree, causing catastrophic disasters!
Yet they appeared harmless to mortals,
even growing docile in mortal presence.
Realistic threats and benefits forced the Chaos Demon God to make lower demons abandon their old ways.
After all, to the Chaos Demon God, mortal-grade and even demigod-grade demons differed little from objects or ants—they were merely convenient tools that suited his tastes.
Since mortals now surpassed demons in certain functions, the Chaos Demon Gods naturally elevated mortals while demoting demons.
The Fantasy Tree of Subspace’s health outweighed the lives of countless "Demon Lords" or "Demon Princes."
The Chaos Demon God wouldn’t care if this generation of high-ranking demons perished entirely—after all, high-ranking demons grew like leeks, replenished by "bloodthirsty demons" endlessly battling one another.
Thus, arbitrarily executing mortal slaves became strictly forbidden by chaos deities!
Naturally, this didn’t mean mortals’ circumstances improved.
They still toiled endlessly in brutal conditions, crushed like firewood beneath relentless labor until worked to death.
Afterward, demons would simply invade scattered Bubble Worlds to seize more slaves.
Even nobles from minor Bubble Worlds struck deals with demons, trading regular "manpower" for divine favor.
Strangely, the demons noted with satisfaction that mortals clearing Mold Tumors depleted remarkably slowly—as if they’d grown more "durable."
The Chaos Demon God cared little for the reason,
deeming it beneficial regardless.
"Back to work!"
The horned demon commander roared.
But fury quickly resurfaced—
this mere mortal dared stare at him with blatant defiance.
"What’re you looking at?!"
"Seeking death?!"
"*Crack*—!"
The crack of a whip echoed.
"Don’t think your usefulness gives you free rein! I’ve countless ways to strangle you with your own guts!"
"What’s that look? You…"
"Hmph…"
The slave’s companion approached, silently placing a hand on his shoulder and turning his corded-muscle frame around.
Submission seemed evident.
"Back to work!"
The horned demon commander roared irritably, shelving the matter for now.
Unaware of what lurked behind that rebellious, defiant gaze.
—-
"Endure."
"The First Living Saint has contacted me! It’s happening soon!"
"Perhaps within days!"
A slave whispered while laboring, passing the message to fellow workers.
Hope ignited in the slaves’ eyes.
"Praise be, Captain Dekhaka!"
"Demons will face retribution! Just as they ravaged my homeland!"
"And spare no noble either!"
"Wipe them all out!"
…
Amidst fervor, slaves chanted their prayer—"Great is the Giant God!"
The whipped slave traced his fully healed wounds while studying his hands.
Astonishment lingered.
"So the Giant God orchestrated everything long ago."
When slaves touched the "Mold Tumors" they needed to clear, the growths writhed toward them.
"Gurgle…"
"Sizzle…"
Swiftly, the tumors transformed into concentrated "Holy Light from the Sun liquid," merging with the mortals. It purged their chaos corruption while fortifying their bodies.
Several chosen by slave leader "Dekhaka" even sprouted miraculous "virtual organs."
Their frames expanded into knotted muscle, recovery capability surged. They now resisted chaos without needing "Holy Light tumors."
These became "demigods."
Including this slave himself.
"Could I join Dekhaka’s war organization?"
"The ‘First Paratroopers,’ I believe…"
"But when will Dekhaka’s moment arrive?"
"I grow impatient."
"Can mortal strength truly defeat those dreadful chaotic dragons?"
He lifted his gaze toward distant horizons.
Within the cylindrical outer layer of the Fantasy Tree of Subspace, mountainous shapes coiled.
Chaos’s new creations—battleship-class entities, chaotic dragons!
These wingless draconic terrifying deities guarded the tree with feral instinct!
Beneath them lurked pincer-clawed, whiskered Secondary Gods!
"Such foes surpass mortal capability."
"How will my unseen brethren confront these horrors?!"
Just then…
"Whoosh—!"
"Thud—!"
A crate plummeted from nowhere, landing beside him.
The horned demon commander’s sneer rang out:
"You!"
"Mortal!"
"Thought your glare was sharp earlier?!"
"Show me that edge again?!"
A voice pierced the slave’s mind:
"Gear up! Strike!"