Chapter 3: Let This World Fall Into Depravity (3)
Qin Chu started off with a classic vulgar insult. “Save your sister!”
The surrounding old geezers gasped in shock – this hero, how uncultured! Is this guy really the hero? Did they accidentally summon a Demon Lord instead?
However, this couldn’t be blamed on Qin Chu. Think about what he had gone through – suddenly summoned to another world under monster assault, in mortal danger. Qin Chu felt like the protagonist from a novel or anime, shouldering the responsibility of saving the world.
Originally, Qin Chu hadn’t invested much emotion in this world. But the first time he rescued a youth from the monsters’ clutches, seeing the boy’s gratitude despite his fear, Qin Chu experienced something different.
Helping others was such a wonderful thing.
Feasting and drinking with the Brave Squad, drunkenly linking arms while mischievously debating which girl was most alluring – Ekaterina’s fiery figure, Loseweisse’s pure sacred charm, or the twin rogues’ flat chests?
Qin Chu understood friendship and brotherhood, able to entrust his back to these comrades without worry, believing they would shield him from any danger.
When he gained an admiring girl, Qin Chu first tasted love, preening like a peacock at every chance to impress his beloved, yet timid as a mouse, anxious about underperforming and losing Loseweisse’s favor.
Qin Chu learned what it meant to be apprehensive.
He gave this world his all, danced on the edge of death countless times, covered in wounds.
To avoid casualties, he challenged the Eternal Monarch alone. Grievously injured to the brink of unconsciousness, his sword strike shattered the earth, causing millions of monsters to retreat into the abyss rather than cross the fissure.
But what did he receive in return? Betrayal.
The woman he loved never loved him. His best brothers never saw him as one. It was all fake – they just wanted a monster-killing machine.
Royalty, nobles, the churches saw his existence as a threat.
People treated his blood as a virility tonic.
Those he personally rescued cheered for his execution, erupting in roars like crashing waves as he was torn apart…
Soldiers celebrated all night with increased wages after his death…
In the end, he was left with nothing!
His former love was now outweighed by hatred.
Save? Save your grandfather! It was the Thirteen Sages who summoned him to this world, enduring this suffering. If given another chance, he would gladly watch this world turn to ruins under the monsters’ iron hooves. He felt like tearing apart Natiya’s beautiful face.
That’s what he thought, and that’s what he did. Since he was already dead, this must just be the final visions before his soul dissipated…
His hand reached for Natiya’s pretty face, ready to rip apart that eloquent mouth.
The great sage Natiya was stunned by the hero’s rude words, frozen in place, mouth slightly agape, unsure how to respond.
Then Qin Chu’s fingers jammed into Natiya’s mouth.
Tsk… This scene changed the expressions of the twelve old men.
They knew that although the lowest-ranked of the Thirteen Sages, Natiya was an exceptionally talented genius with formidable power and extreme arrogance. Beneath her refined elegance, any excessive intimacy from a male could trigger her other persona – she might even kill the hero.
Summoning a hero was not easy. Although this one seemed unreliable, if he was killed, the entire Celestial Continent would be unable to initiate a second summoning for three years, left wailing under the monsters’ iron hooves.
No, given the current situation, the Celestial Continent might not last three years.
The twelve geezers prayed Natiya could restrain herself, please don’t go berserk.
Whether due to their prayers or Qin Chu’s shocking actions leaving Natiya stunned, she could only widen her eyes, frozen in place.
Just as Qin Chu planned to tear Natiya’s mouth apart, a stabbing pain erupted in his mind.
The rage and madness that had consumed him instantly receded like the ebbing tide.
Though hatred still lingered, Qin Chu regained his rationality and composure in an instant.
Faintly, Qin Chu sensed something was amiss.
If this were just a vision before death, the surroundings felt too realistic.
Silvery moonlight cast long shadows on the altar. The mountaintop night wind brought a crisp chill, rustling the leaves below. His ears picked up the calls of night birds and insects.
His nostrils filled with fresh air!
Such vivid sensations could not be mere illusions. He could even feel… Could it be that this wasn’t a dying hallucination, but reality?
“You’ve finally realized, haven’t you… This is when you first arrived in the Celestial Continent.”
A familiar voice suddenly sounded, not from his ears but from deep within his heart.
The next second, a strand of silver-white hair fell across Qin Chu’s face.
Gulp… Qin Chu’s expression stiffened slightly as he whipped his head around.
There, a gorgeous woman was draped over his shoulder, silver hair fluttering in the night wind, crimson eyes glinting with an evil, bewitching allure. A captivating, perfect figure… No, who else but the Dark Witch Shub-Niggurath?
Qin Chu’s pupils contracted sharply, but just as his emotions peaked, he forcibly calmed himself.
This spellbinding, ravishing witch was languidly leaning against his shoulder. Her pale rosy lips brushed his ear, but her voice resonated directly in his mind.
Qin Chu glanced around. The twelve geezers still watched him apprehensively, as if fearing the enraged Natiya might slap him dead.
They showed no signs of noticing Shub-Niggurath’s presence on his shoulder. Otherwise, with the newly summoned hero suddenly accompanied by the Dark Witch, these great sages would never have remained impassive.
Meaning they could not detect Shub-Niggurath’s existence.
“Correct, my current existence is…special. They cannot see me,” Shub-Niggurath seemed to hear Qin Chu’s thoughts and responded immediately. “Hey, let’s work together to plunge this world into depravity!”
Depravity? Intriguing!
While he longed to slaughter all his enemies directly, Qin Chu knew his recently summoned power was insufficient. An alternative approach would be acceptable.
Besides, outright killing them would be too merciful. He wanted them to experience true despair first. He wanted this world to suffer anguish.
Qin Chu’s gaze fell upon Natiya. This woman, currently flushed, her bright eyes misted over, her ample bosom rapidly rising and falling with heaving breaths, her petite yet voluptuous frame exuding overwhelming allure.
Her reaction seemed somewhat unusual.
