Chapter 550

Chapter 550: The Golden Saleswoman Gimmerly

"I understand."

"You may leave."

The First Demon God Barbatos waved his hand, preparing to dismiss Belial.

Typically, Chaos Demon Gods took human form within Barbatos’s domain, with only core councilors possessing the privilege to display their grand divine bodies through "divine body projections."

For divine "human projections," Barbatos cast interference across the domain, warping many councilors’ divine bodies into grotesque and distorted shapes to assert his absolute authority.

Only attendants of the First Demon God received exemption from Barbatos’s interference.

Naturally, powerful chaos councilors could neutralize this distortion with magic, reshaping themselves into more aesthetically pleasing forms.

Despite being a back-row councilor, Belial possessed sufficient power to counteract Barbatos’s interference through magic; she shaped her human projection into a capable silver-haired beauty wearing a tailcoat suit.

Yet most striking were the fluffy "cat ears" protruding from her head, each tipped with a small antenna-like tuft of white fur.

It was unclear what peculiar taste inspired this.

Her intention was to maintain low-key presence while subtly reminding Barbatos what her "back-row" councilor status represented.

*My discretion shows respect, not fear.*

But now, Belial felt thoroughly awkward.

Her faintly flushed cherry lips pressed into a strained curve.

Golden pupils brimmed with frustration and embarrassment.

Earlier, Belial had submitted two petitions from "fallen demon gods"—the first condemning Barbatos.

These fallen demon gods accused Barbatos of obsessing over the Giant God while ignoring greater threats; they demanded he change course immediately, or face consequences!

The second petition…

Was a distress signal.

The Infernal Mad Gods had unexpectedly united under a formidable Leader, who now led most forces toward the fallen demon gods’ stronghold. Several minor clashes had occurred, all ending in the Infernal Mad Gods’ victory.

Their numbers continued swelling.

Once fully assembled, their combined might would smash all resistance like a bursting dam!

…

The first message delivered fierce condemnation; the second screamed for rescue…

This contrast proved profoundly awkward.

Even comical.

"In these circumstances…"

"If Barbatos genuinely dispatches troops, that’d be bizarre!"

"Hah…"

"But withholding forces…"

Belial recalled the intelligence brought by the Outer Gods from the Void…

Her fists clenched tight.

Though the First Demon God had dismissed her, she refused to leave.

"Rest assured, I’ll deploy forces."

"After all, the Infernal Mad Gods pose a grave threat."

"I know what takes precedence."

Belial lifted her head in surprise, staring at the "gentlemanly" Barbatos. She seemed unable to believe these words came from the demon god famously obsessed with the Giant God.

After a stunned pause, she finally nodded, gave a deep bow, and withdrew from the Core Round Table where Barbatos sat.

Unbeknownst to her, the moment she stepped beyond the Core Round Table, Barbatos’s eyes narrowed into sinister slits.

He summoned his attendant.

"Your Majesty."

The attendant bowed.

"I await your command."

"Which core councilor shall be sent to rescue the fallen demon gods?"

To this attendant, only core councilors stood a chance against the terrifying Infernal Mad Gods.

But Barbatos shook his head.

"No, no, no."

He waved his hand languidly.

"Core councilors are precious assets. They must contend with the Giant God and its collusion with the Abyss."

"Fetch some Giant Spirit Gods from the Primal Wilderness. I’ll pay their price."

This left the attendant bewildered.

"But…"

"The Giant Spirit Gods of the Primal Wilderness aren’t reliable!"

"Sending them to rescue fallen demon gods might get both sides…"

His words froze mid-sentence.

Barbatos’s magic bound his mouth shut.

"Hush—!"

"Enough chatter. Make it happen."

—-

"Click… click… click…"

High-heeled boots echoed through the empty corridor.

Belial emerged from the Core Round Table chamber.

She’d obtained a reasonably satisfactory outcome.

"Perhaps…"

"The fallen demon gods would soon be rescued."

"The Infernal Mad God’s arrogance would also be swiftly suppressed."

"It seemed the First Demon God wasn’t so hopeless after all."

"At least, he still considered the bigger picture."

Thinking this, the oppressive emptiness of the corridor felt less disagreeable.

This was the core area of the Fantasy Tree of Subspace, a corridor outside the "Core Round Table". Here, Barbatos’s oppressive presence still lingered, and deities still had to obey the rules set by the First Demon God.

Yet, the First Demon God’s authority was no longer absolute.

Some demon gods could even use their status and privileges to establish secret societies and hidden spaces unknown to Barbatos.

For example…

"Well, if it isn’t dear Belial?"

"Visiting Barbatos all alone."

"How rare."

A sickeningly sweet voice sounded in Belial’s ears. Even though her human projection was female, the voice still made her skin crawl.

"You are…"

She tilted her head slightly and saw pale, fleshy legs shifting beneath a high-slit skirt. Above the knees of those long, shapely legs, a thin black band bit into the flesh, forming a soft, plump circle.

The sheer black fabric continued downward into black high heels.

The upper attire was equally revealing.

The long skirt was both high-slit and low-cut.

That expanse of creamy white flesh made Belial pause momentarily.

"Gimmerly?!"

"What are you doing here?!"

She looked at Gimmerly, her mind filled with wariness.

Though this woman was Barbatos’s confidant, she was a notorious liar. Belial had no desire to be led into a trap.

As expected…

"Waiting for you…"

Gimmerly swayed her hips, stepping closer on her ample legs until she was beside Belial.

Her pale fingers lightly traced Belial’s face.

"Don’t think Barbatos’s guarantee means you can rest easy."

"I assure you, the ‘support’ he offers definitely isn’t what you want."

Seeing Belial’s unsettled expression, Gimmerly smiled triumphantly.

"Well then."

"I was just reminding you."

"Barbatos is absolutely unreliable."

"However, if you receive any ‘gift’…"

"Hey…"

Her pale finger lightly tapped Belial’s forehead.

"Uh…"

Belial suddenly felt a scorching sensation.

She glimpsed a "Giant Jaws Mark" flickering on her forehead before it sank beneath her skin, settling deep within her Soul and falling silent.

"You… what did you do to me?!"

Though a back-row councilor, Belial’s strength qualified her to know about things like the "Chaos Mark."

"Could it be…"

"Barbatos distrusts me and sent Gimmerly to control me with something like a ‘Chaos Mark’?!"

"But…"

"This feels completely different from the Chaos Mark."

"It isn’t a shackle—it’s awakening…"

"Awakening some peculiar sensation."

"Though faint for now."

Seeing Belial’s unsettled expression, Gimmerly conjured a folding fan and snapped it open, hiding her amused smile.

"Don’t fret."

"This isn’t control, but an unusual gift."

"When despair grips you, remember to call upon Him."

"And when grace finds you…"

"It may feel strange, but embrace it without hesitation."

"Accept it fully~"

—-

"Ahem…"

"This smell was really pungent…"

After dealing with fish eyeing his quality customers, Trilobite spent all his gathered Chaos Energy to craft a "watchdog"…

"Should probably be called a ‘watch-lady’."

"But her guarding should suffice."

With the rear secured, Trilobite boldly advanced into unexplored territory.

"Hmm… the seawater invasion actually improved this ecosystem."

"Geothermal activity made the terrain rugged, with hills limiting seawater spread."

"Though…"

"Sniff… sniff…"

Trilobite caught the scent of flowing water!

Neither stagnant nor seawater—nor even sulfur water—but fresh, living water!

"Thud… thud… thud…"

He scrambled up a hill and peered down.

A raging "great river" tore toward the "ocean," carving valleys and splitting hills unstoppably.

It flowed like a silver ribbon, brightening the sulfur-stenched black wasteland.

Trilobite felt initial delight.

"This area practically maintains itself now."

"Might plant more red tree ferns along the river, establish extra conservation areas."

"Good…"

"Huh!?"

His cheer vanished abruptly.

Because…

"Splash… splash…"

Scaly, bizarre giants swam downstream toward the sea.

Averaging over 4 meters in length, one colossal specimen reached 6 meters!

"Damn, these things grow this huge?"

"Is this the BBC’s satellite dimension?"