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Chapter 50
🕑 Added 2023-12-16 11:33:54 +0000 UTC"Little! Are you full?!"
"(✪ω✪) Half-full— Is there more?— I'm really hungry today—"
"Of course! Eat all you want, and if it's not enough, I'll call for more!"
Lynne's expression turned serious, and he promptly grabbed the communicator.
Shifting instantly to the voice of Mech-Demon, Lynne yelled into the device: "Backup! I need backup! Do you want me dead so soon?! These troops are barely enough to pick my teeth with!! More forces on the battlefield NOW! Hear me?! If you send such a meager force again, I'll tear off your heads and use them as night pots!"
The communicators on the other end were all in shock. Copious amounts of cold sweat dripped from their foreheads. Their hands even began to tremble.
"Yes, Lord Mech-Demon! We'll immediately rally more troops for you. Please, don't be angry!"
They were well aware of the nature of their Vice President. He was a cruel, unpredictable brute. Anger him, and without a word, he'd throw you into the factory to be sliced up!
"Issue a full mobilization order... Vice President Mech-Demon is in danger... Requesting major reinforcements... Activate Mechanical Swarm... Launch Raider Units... Deploy Biotech Puppet clusters... Initiating void jump devices... Gathering... Teleporting..."
Outside Wandering Soul Lane, the fleeing Mech-Demon felt even greater void disturbances around him. He instantly grasped the situation.
"More?!" His spirit shattered at that moment. "Don't teleport! Stop sending! You're fattening them up!"
Mech-Demon, on the verge of mental collapse, clutched his head and screamed at the blue halos constantly flashing around him. But it had no effect.
Almost instantly, a series of vast portals materialized beside him. Teeming mechanical swarms and raider units ferociously surged out from those gates.
Yet, almost at the same moment, they appeared, Little (✪ω✪) carrying Lynne swiftly drifted over, instantly extending countless tentacles.
Mechanical Swarm: "!!!"
Raider Units: "!!!"
"Little! Attack!" Lynne roared, unleashing rapid gunfire at the emerging troops.
"Okay!٩(๑＞◡＜๑)۶!!"
Under the watchful eyes of thousands of viewers in Vision, Little charged into the teleported troops like a tiger among sheeps.
[Ding! Little has killed 10 Mechanical Swarms!]
[Ding! Little has devoured 6 Raiders!]
[Ding! Little has devoured 10 Biotech Puppets!]
Inside the Demonfolk Association's communication center, several communicators laughingly spoke into their devices: "Vice President! How about now?! We've followed your orders and sent you a vast number of troops! These are our Association's hidden reserves!"
Lynne, while firing at the swarm of mechanical bugs below, picked up his communicator and replied: "Good! You've done an excellent job! Your support was timely and substantial! I'll remember this! Once I return victorious, I'll make sure to reward you all!"
The faces of the communicators instantly lit up with excitement. In their minds, they pictured Lord Mech-Demon's pleased expression upon his return, and their rapid promotions and bright futures ahead. After all, earning Lord Mech-Demon's praise was the highest honor they could receive!
"Yes, Lord! Serving you is our duty and our highest honor! Our loyalty to you is unwavering!"
Their zeal and fervor escalated. Without hesitation, the lead communicator eagerly started contacting other major regions.
"Emergency command! The Vice President has issued an emergency command! The Vice President requires further backup!! All available personnel, head to the void jump zone immediately! Gather at the jump zone!"
In no time, a massive portion of the Association's troops heard this urgent mobilization order and quickly sprang into action. Because within their Demonfolk Association, apart from their President who was always immersed in his own modifications and rarely dealt with external affairs, their Vice President, Lord Mech-Demon, held the highest authority.
Especially during these times when their President was engrossed in self-modifications and not involved in worldly matters, almost all decisions, big or small, were made by the Vice President. Such prestige was unquestionably well-earned!
"Lord Mech-Demon! We've urgently dispatched a vast force on your behalf! Do you require sustained support?"
The liaison officers contacted him with palpable excitement.
Lynne, with a hearty grip on his throat, loudly praised, "Well done! Truly impressive! For this alone, once I return, you shall stand at my side. Order! Each of you shall be promoted three ranks forthwith! Upon my return, I might consider bestowing honors upon you!"
The liaisons were elated beyond measure. Without further ado, they simultaneously knelt before the communication device, fervently bowing their heads in gratitude.
"Thank you, Lord Mech-Demon! We pledge our unwavering service, always ready to ride ahead or follow behind for you. We vow to forever follow you, Lord Mech-Demon!"
Tears welled in their eyes.
[Ding! Congratulations! You've achieved: Pie-in-the-sky Specialist, gaining 200 Experience.]
[Pie-in-the-sky Specialist: A unique achievement. By painting a tempting picture for adversaries, you've made them utterly devoted to you. This has a chance to activate when you earn profound gratitude, granting you a permanent bonus: Intelligence +5, Monster Affinity +1.]
Lynne, voice straining with emotion, relayed to the other end of the communicator: "We'll discuss the honors later! But be vigilant. The foes I face this time are truly formidable, cunning, and deceitful. Remember, this is the decisive moment. It's possible someone might breach our communication signals and feed you false intelligence. You must exhibit exceptional discernment, understand?!"
The liaison officers promptly responded with gusto, "Fear not, my Lord! We've held onto this responsibility for decades without a single slip."
"Careful attention to every detail ensures no mistakes."
"Yes, Lord Mech-Demon!"
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Mech-Demon engulfed in the midst of the surging army, had completely lost his composure.
"Stop it! Just stop! It's a trap! A trap! If I find out who is sending these troops, I swear I'll chop them into pieces!"
His voice was so shrill it was as if he was on the verge of tears. In desperation, he quickly seized a mechanical insect, screaming at it with all his might: "Quickly! Relay the real situation back to the base. Tell them they've been duped! The voice calling for reinforcements wasn't mine! Some bastard stole my communicator! It wasn't me!"
For a moment, the chimes of countless communication signals rang through the communication hub of the Demonfolk Association. And in the very next moment, the signal connected.
Without hesitation, Mech-Demon grabbed the mechanical insect, his voice urgent and ragged as he roared: "Hello! Hello! Which one of you is the communicator?! Stop sending reinforcements right now! Someone's impersonating me! The orders you received are fake! I repeat, don't send anyone else!"
Inside the communication hub, the communicators listened to the voice of the "Vice Chairman" from the signals. They exchanged glances. Smirks appeared on their faces simultaneously.
Impressive! Indeed, Lord Mech-Demon had foresight! He had just mentioned someone might breach the signals to deceive them, and here they were!
"Heh." One of the communicators responded sarcastically, "You're quite skilled, being able to mimic our Vice Chairman's voice so accurately. You've worked hard. Pretending to be the Vice Chairman? Hahaha, crying wolf plays right into your hands, doesn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Mech-Demon was on the verge of exploding.
Damn it all!
"You listen and listen well! I am your Vice Chairman! I am Mech-Demon!" He roared, "My identity number is 0352372! Summon your superiors to speak with me now!"
The communicators chuckled disdainfully. One of them picked up the communicator, saying, "Oh, even the identity code has been pilfered so clearly? And you wish to see our superiors? Hahaha, do you think you can see them just because you want to?"
"Don't waste time with him," another added, "Thinking he can impersonate the Vice Chairman with just the access of one mechanical insect. Such an intellectual deficiency. Leave him to me. I've recently downloaded a compilation of insults from various races from the database. It's high time I put them to good use..."
Then, in the next moment, from Mech-Demon's side, there came a series of sharp, ancestral curses that attacked his lineage, parenthood, and even his own masculinity. The intensity was extreme!
Mech-Demon trembled all over.
"I...I...I..."
"Oh, do you think by 'ooing' you can change your pathetic reality? Or by 'barking' you can replace the dogs in our hearts?"
"You...you..."
"You what? Haven't you ever looked in a mirror? To be this ugly must've taken some serious effort. What sins did your parents commit? Do they even cry? The Dark World already has plenty of ugliness; are you trying to lower its standards even further?"
"I..."
"Do you have any shame? Being this ugly and still deceiving people – I've never seen someone so... shameless!"
"Ahhhh!"
Mech-Demon's roar echoed through the air. He couldn't take it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spewed forth. He sprayed blood everywhere.
Having been mentally bombarded first by the human, Lynne, and then insulted for over ten minutes by his own subordinates, even the most resilient of minds would have been broken.
Holding his chest, Mech-Demon pushed away the nearby mechanical insect, pointing tremblingly at Lynne in the distance: "You... you... you and I... we will... we will..."
Spurt!
Another gush of blood poured out. Sparks flew from Mech-Demon's mechanical half, releasing thick, black smoke. His eyes rolled back, and with bubbles of blood rising from his mouth, sparks sputtering from his body, he fainted.
[Ding! You have triggered a special achievement: Conquering Without Fighting."You have gained 200 Experience.]
[Conquering Without Fighting: Special Achievement: Obtainable when causing the mental breakdown of an enemy leader through special means. Permanent Boost: All Attributes +5, Intelligence +5, Happiness +10.]
...
In the distance.
The Titan Skull, which had been observing the scene from afar with a telescope, was unusually calm. The tentacles behind its head swayed from left to right, showing that its mood was relatively good at this moment.
The female skull, holding the telescope, licked her lips with her long tongue and remarked: "Our daughter really has chosen a—rather good boyfriend— To invite our darling daughter with such an amount of food—it's—truly tempting— What do you think, dear—"
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The Titan Skull opened its sticky, massive mouth and growled: "Sugar-coated threats—ulterior motives—thinks he can win my daughter with just a meal—absolutely not—"
But even though he said that it was clear that compared to his previous trigger-happy attitude, he had mellowed down considerably. However, the Unihorn Ghost King trailing behind them didn't see it the same way.
Unihorn Ghost King said with a puzzled expression: "Still, I can't help but feel that the lad's real motive is to use our niece to eliminate the threat of the Demonfolk Association. He's probably using her as a pawn!"
After all, compared to his two chaotic elder siblings, he was more acquainted with the deceit and manipulations of interpersonal relations.
"It's not—" The female skull licked her lips again, staring through the telescope at the continuous stream of "food" being transported. "This is food—not a threat—they look so delicious—"
The Titan Skull, unusually, did not argue and continued observing.
Unihorn Ghost King was stunned, his mouth agape.
Right... How could he forget... For beings of Origin level, this situation indeed wasn't a threat. At best, they saw it as some disobedient food that could be casually consumed...
In their realm of perception, this might be comparable to a lad inviting their daughter home to enjoy a herd of squealing piglets that are rushing toward them.
He was sweating profusely.
...
Meanwhile, at the Demonfolk Association, deep within the core of the Hanged Tower, inside a vast underground chamber, a grand consciousness slowly stirred to life. The significant mobilization of mechanical beings within the association had finally caught his attention.
"What's going on?!" A dark and rumbling voice echoed from the depths of the chamber. "Why is there such a massive troop movement? The void warp has been activated? Who issued the command?"
The moment he awoke, his consciousness instantly enveloped the entire Hanged Tower, observing the vast movement of machinery within.
In the core region, beside the colossal chamber, dozens of attendants responsible for maintaining its operations immediately knelt on one knee and said: "President, it was Vice President Mech-Demon's command. Lord Mech-Demon, during his recent expedition, encountered a threat that required a significant armed force. Thus, an urgent report was relayed not long ago, requesting immediate military support. Hence the current large-scale mobilization."
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I'm thinking Little would be more appropriately named Tiny?
Comments
Wyatt Hilbert
Tiny would work but I've grown to like the name Little
