Peachpuff
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When the Demon King spent long nights alone in the Demon Palace, he sometimes recalled the words the human had once spoken to him—he always recalled those words the human had once spoken to him. "What if," Kriesmeier's voice was low, he murmured, "what if I deny it?" The human's amber eyes reminded him of the wine of the Lord of Gluttony—sweet, yet capable of corrupting the mind. He remembered the drunken, flushed dancers spinning. When the dark golden hurricane in his eyes subsided, Roland…-
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This bright and vivid amusement park was completely unfamiliar to both Roland and Kriesmeier. After trying all the attractions, Roland found that Kriesmeier might feel a slight sense of familiarity only with the haunted house. The Demon King's dark golden eyes looked at the giant purple castle in front of him with a questioning gaze, and upon hearing the screams of humans from within, he finally felt a little familiar. He asked Roland, "Are there any man-eating demons inside?" "I don't think so."…
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“Don’t worry,” Roland stated simply, “I have no intention of seeking death.” He drew the room’s curtains, blocking the outdoor sunlight. Kriesmeier, deeply asleep, naturally merged into the shadows. Roland sat at the desk in his dressing gown, the only light in the room emanating from his constantly flickering phone screen. The Black Book was still deliberating on how best to express, "But what you said made you sound like a pervert." When the "typing..." status ended, a smiling emoji…
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The movie ended. The cinema, moments ago plunged in darkness, was now filled with brilliant white light. Customers trickled out of the narrow aisles in twos and threes. Kriesmeier suddenly detected a scent as sweet as honey. Roland held a piece of popcorn between his fingers and placed it against the Demon King's lips. "Open your mouth," the human said with a smile, "Don't waste it." Most of the audience in their cinema hall were couples, so the gesture wasn't particularly attention-grabbing.…
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"The Demon King has... left?" Everything had finally settled, but for the first time as the World Consciousness, the Black Book felt dizzy. "What did you do? What? Do you think Kriesmeier would agree? He'll hate you. Oh my god, why did you do this?" Roland stood at the center of the magic circle, unsmiling. His amber eyes were clouded with exhaustion. "I'm just doing what I have to do." "For him?" The Black Book found it hard to understand. "For me," he said calmly. "Even if it's just…
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For a moment, a spine-chilling cold crawled up Roland's back. Facing the Demon Lord's scythe felt like something from a past life. He'd lived in peaceful, harmonious reality for so long that peeking through a screen felt unreal. It was only when the scythe's "Demon Eye" truly pressed against his neck, and the iron-gray demonic flames seemed to blaze, that the Archmage realized Kriesmeier could simply move a finger, and his head would roll to the ground. "Even I didn't account for this," Roland…
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When Roland regained consciousness, his whole body ached as if it had been run over, and he could hear stiff cracking sounds when he turned his neck. He blinked slowly, only to realize he had fallen asleep at his computer desk. He was still clutching the piece of dark feather, its sharp edge pressing serrated marks into his palm. The webpage in front of him remained on the latest announcement for "Abyss Continent." New version expected to update at 12 PM on the ninth day. —Publisher's…
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Legends often fade from memory due to being too old. The prophecy about the Hero and the Demon King was exactly like that. Rumors swept across half a century ago, when various altars on the Mirar Continent literally crawled out with immortal Heroes, and every street and alley excitedly debated the appearance of miracles; then, all of it gradually died down over long periods. Stories burning with blood and arrows were too distant from ordinary people. The moment the server restarted, the Hero…
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"Is that so?" Kriesmeier murmured to himself. He said nothing more, merely walked alone into the deepest reaches of the demon palace. The Lord of Lust watched anxiously as the fine amber dust was repeatedly crushed by the long boots, sparkling dimly on the obsidian. He had no idea what his unknown predecessor had given the Demon King— Given the peculiarity of his title, the demon weighed his options, letting his imagination run wild to the point where if the Demon King knew, he would surely die…
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Roland could think of a hundred reasons to stop himself from doing such a foolish thing. But half a minute later, the black cat still held a registration form in its mouth, using its tail to curl a quill pen and scribble on it. The name field defaulted to the player's game ID, the race was "Purebred Animal," and on the right was an automatically drawn portrait of the participant, a black cat with round, amber-like pupils. As for the skills section, Roland filled it in carefully. "Good at dodging,…
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