Chapter 677

Chapter 677: The Master’s Power is Always the Best

Returning to his rented room in the evening, Jesse changed his clothes and noticed the succubus sitting on the bed edge, watching him. This once familiar scene now clearly showed her figure had grown noticeably more slender.

"I have a question for both of you."

"Go ahead, Master." Saenor crawled out from under the bed and scrambled onto the table, saying, "I’ll tell you everything I know!"

"How do you subdue a Netherwalker?" Jesse asked.

"A Netherwalker," the imp replied, "Master, you can directly use the enslave demon chant to control it!"

"I meant making a contract like yours," Jesse clarified.

"You need to defeat it with Shadow Magic, Master," Molofeel said. "Powerful Shadow Magic disrupts the Netherwalker’s existence, forcing it to yield to the summoner’s power. Soon it’ll be drawn to the summoner’s dark side, becoming his servant… obeying his commands."

"That shouldn’t be hard for you, Master," the imp added. It sounded simple, but how would it actually work?

At least for his Dagger Association colleagues, it wouldn’t be easy—otherwise they wouldn’t have kept that Netherwalker sealed so long.

Jesse suspected testing the Chain of Will’s power required a stronger target, like… a Demon Guard. But that’d likely wait until after returning from Quel’Thalas.

By next year, once things settled, he planned to revisit Moonbrook, meet Mor’zul again, and discuss that greater demon—see what he truly aimed to summon.

Then there were the Doomguards; deciphering Ulthalesh’s clues demanded mastering Ered’ruin’s language.

From Stormwind’s gossip to The Slaughtered Lamb basement’s latest rumors, Jesse gathered Mor’zul hadn’t succeeded yet. After dragging on for a year, Mor’zul must be more desperate—while Jesse now held far greater leverage to steer things.

Summoning a shadow manipulator like Ered’ruin was infinitely riskier than calling a brute Demon Guard. As he pondered, Molofeel climbed onto the bed and rested lightly on Jesse’s chest.

At least he still had her help…

"Master, shouldn’t you reward your loyal servant?" the succubus murmured.

"One more thing," Jesse said. "Can you do that Satyr Shadowstep? The magic for slipping through shadows to move fast."

"Give me your… Master, then I’ll tell you." Her fingers walked down his abdomen, slipped under his waistband, and she whispered at his ear, "I’ve withered almost to dust waiting. My good Master, nourish your pitiful servant with your power…"

"You’re sure the Red Dragon Queen’s blood won’t hurt you?" Jesse asked.

"What if it does?" Molofeel tilted her head, locking eyes. "Did you think I joked earlier, Master? That I’d… want to die under your power, crave your torment and cruelty… as if those were just a Sayaad’s honeyed lies?"

"If you burn me alive here today, my soul would rejoice in the Twisting Nether. I’d patiently rebuild my body, awaiting your summons. And since your life’s grown so long now, you’ll surely wait for my return, won’t you?"

"So let me serve you well…"

Suddenly she yanked down Jesse’s pants and bent over.

Jesse felt like something lashed him hard—one stroke nearly shattered his control. "Trying to kill me…?"

Molofeel didn’t answer, just sucked silently—once… twice… until Jesse’s heart hammered against his ribs, his mouth parched, violent tingling surging downward… His mana drained faster than spamming The Hand of Gul’dan.

Yet he felt no strain.

Molofeel paused, gasping a giggle. "Master… you’re incredible."

She dipped her head again, her spined back trembling rhythmically with each suck. Soft moans escaped her, as if enduring agony—though her earlier face hinted at pleasure…

Jesse sighed helplessly, watching the mageweave patterns on her back glow faintly.

"Sayaads can’t take it, ha!" the imp cackled nearby.

Finally, even the Sayaad’s black hair caught fire, her forked horns flickering with flames. Jesse grabbed her horn. "Damn it… Stop, Molofeel! You’ll burn the house down."

"Just a bit longer… Master, don’t fret."

Molofeel clung to Jesse’s legs, refusing to yield until his mind blanked out… Only when he seized her shoulders did she finally pull back, still unsated.

She turned her head, licked her lips, and smiled with satisfaction.

The Arcane magic flames in her eyes had been completely replaced by brilliant flames, and her hair and horns flickered with fire, slowly dimming after a while.

But her eyes did not return to blue; they had forever become scorching flames.

“You’re so good to me, Master. That’s why the Life Queen didn’t give me anything as a reward; she knows I have my own way to get what I deserve,” Molofeel said with a smile, her voice full of excitement.

“But how can you handle this kind of life force?!” Saenor asked in surprise.

“I’m not you,” Molofeel replied, flicking her tail to shake off the flames at its tip. “Sayaad like me turn every bit of your power into my own. Even if changing it hurts, as long as it’s your power, it makes me thrilled… If you took that power, you’d be dust in no time, little nose booger.”

“Puh!” Saenor spat angrily.

Molofeel flicked a flame from her finger onto her black Tosrezm blade, which immediately burst into layers of deep red flames. The imp screamed and darted under the bed…

“Now, shouldn’t you tell me about Shadowstep?” Jesse asked.

The succubus tilted her head at Jesse, then vanished into a swirl of shadows, reappearing near a table. “Master, no chant, no casting. You need to blend with the shadows. Feel the Shadow Power around you, and become part of them…”

Listening to Molofeel, Jesse closed his eyes and tried to sense the Shadow Power in the room.

With two demons there, his room had plenty of shadows, but without a chant or fighting urge, Jesse felt he couldn’t pull the shadows to him.

After thinking a bit, some Shadow Power gathered, but it was too weak, and Jesse couldn’t find how to “blend” with it.

“I can’t do it,” Jesse said. “Without a chant, just my thoughts don’t work well.”

“Try speaking in Demonic, Master,” Saenor said, his head poking out from under the bed.

“Put your magic into the words,” Molofeel said. “I almost forgot; your magic was just…”

“It’s not gone yet,” Jesse replied, slowly closing his eyes and saying in Demonic, “Shadows gather to me…”

This time, it worked much better. He knew the shadows would answer fast if he spoke right.

When he opened his eyes, the room felt darker. What next? How to blend with the shadows?

He tried to feel the shadows’ mood—chaos, disorder, doubt, and unease—and let his body move with the energy.

Searching and speaking Demonic drained his magic hard, but he felt close to finding the key and didn’t want to stop…

Suddenly, Jesse felt darkness wrap around him, but it vanished fast, leaving a small shake.

The wispy shadows released a black mist from the shake, snuffing out the candle’s flame.

“I knew Master could do it,” Molofeel said.

“We’re not done yet!” Saenor yelled. “Entering shadows is one thing; moving in them is another!” After a pause, Molofeel added, “True.”

Jesse took a few deep breaths and said, “Let’s stop for today. I need a good sleep and will practice later.”