Chapter 79 - The one who was beaten like that before was still him
The succubus looked at Winnie, who had snapped out of her charm, with great surprisement. In her current record, she had never seen a man who could break free from her charm.
What kind of willpower and mental strength would that require?
“Ow, ow, ow!” Winnie, who had just regained consciousness, seemed to still be reeling from the mental aftershocks. His steps were unsteady and wobbly, like a drunkard who could be blown over by a gust of wind.
“Wh-What sect uses hidden weapons like that?!” Winnie groaned, clutching his head as a searing pain shot through it, the result of shattering the mental charm by force. He had no idea who he'd even been interrogating. (Douluo Dalu Tang Sect)
The succubus watching from the side remained silent.
The reason she didn't take the opportunity to pursue Winnie was because she was shocked. She couldn't understand why Winnie could break free from her charm. As long as it was a man, there was almost no resistance to a succubus's charm, and most of those who could resist with sheer willpower didn't even want to resist.
In summary, the succubus couldn't figure out why Winnie could break free from her charm and why he would want to. Wouldn't it be better to just succumb to it?
For a moment, the succubus even doubted whether this fair-skinned, blue-haired young man was a normal man at all. If he wasn't, the charm worked. If he was, it was the first time he had been charmed by a succubus, and almost all men couldn't withstand it, yet he did.
There were only two possibilities for breaking free from her charm. Either this human had been charmed by a succubus of a higher noble bloodline before and had broken free, thus developing a certain resistance to charm.
But this possibility was extremely low, almost impossible.
Not to mention how this human could break free from a high-level succubus's charm, just the mental resistance generated from breaking free from a succubus's charm alone.
This mental resistance wasn't permanent but temporary, diminishing over time.
For the mental resistance to last until now, what level of noble succubus bloodline would that require? At least prince-level, right?
And he was just a student from the Carillian Academy. Compared to others, he might be extraordinary, but he definitely wouldn't have the opportunity or the qualifications to meet such a high-level succubus noble, let alone be noticed by them.
As for the preferences and tastes of the nobles within her own race, this succubus had some understanding.
Therefore, within the succubus race, the diversity of food essentially represents a succubus's social status and class.
The more and varied they ate, the less picky they were, and those who could eat anything were generally low-level succubi or incubi.
The more singular their tastes, the more they would rather starve than settle for an unsuitable target, and when they find a suitable target, they would obsessively focus on that one. These were basically high-level noble succubi or incubi.
In a sense, these noble succubi or incubi were very 'monogamous.' They will capture the food they favor, keep them forever, and not deplete the resources, but only eat that one favored food.
Low-level succubi and incubi were like omnivores, completely unaware of the concept of depleting resources or sustainable development. They didn't care about this or that; if there was something to eat, they would eat it. This was why many noble succubi despised low-level succubi, considering them tasteless commoners.
Although noble succubi were more human-like compared to low-level succubi, their tastes were terrifyingly picky, especially in certain details, as if they were searching for perfection in this flawed world. Moreover, many of them had severe OCD; Even if all other conditions were met, if one thing didn't meet their standards, they would rather not have it.
Prince-level succubi or incubi had the ability to charm their own kind. If they wanted, what kind of food couldn't they get?
Therefore, in this succubus's view, being targeted by a prince-level succubus was completely impossible, let alone someone higher, like the Succubus Queen.
Even more impossible, right?
Since this possibility was completely impossible, there was only one other possibility.
Thus, the succubus looked at Winnie with a strange and pitiful expression.
“Oh, oh, oh!... Hiss, hiss, hiss!” At this moment, Winnie finally regained his senses, shaking his heavy head and forcing himself to stay alert.
Damn it, the feeling just now was like falling from an intoxicating paradise into a bone-chilling cold spring, and the entire process was his own choice. Only those who knew understood how difficult it was to step out of a warm comfort zone into a completely unfamiliar and harsh environment.
Ouch!
‘That hurts like hell! I remember now, that succubus in front of me was throwing heart-shaped charms at me.’
Winnie regained his senses and, realizing the current situation, quickly gripped his weapon and looked at his enemy, only to find that his enemy hadn't taken the opportunity to attack him when he was at his most vulnerable.
Oh? What era is this? Even succubi are starting to follow the chivalric code?
Is that right? Clearly, it's not. If she really followed the chivalric code, she wouldn't have used such underhanded methods.
Thus, Winnie looked at her with extreme caution and also noticed her strangely peculiar gaze.
What? What does this mean?
Why is she just looking at me like that, with no intention of continuing the fight?
And why does her gaze look so strange? It's as if she's... pitying me?
Winnie frowned. Although he didn't know what this succubus was thinking, he felt somewhat looked down upon.
“What a pity, it seems you have a defect,” the succubus said with regret and pity.
“???” Winnie was full of question marks. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Sigh,” the succubus shook her head and pouted. “What a shame, I thought I had finally found a decent meal, but it turns out, you're...”
“Damn it,” Winnie felt he somewhat understood and was instantly enraged, his hair standing on end. “You damn succubus, what are you talking about? Are you mocking me?”
“Indeed, even among humans, everyone has their own hardships,” however, Winnie's angry reaction only confirms the succubus's words, hitting a sore spot. She shook her head.
“You really are...” Winnie laughed in anger, momentarily at a loss for words.
Although he didn't need to explain anything about a succubus, he still felt very uncomfortable.
Damn it, usually being scolded by Aesphyra, the destined female lead, was one thing, but now even a random succubus who wasn't even an NPC could scold him, the infamous playboy of the capital?
Does that mean, the king of bad ideas, has nothing left?
In a fit of rage, Winnie's aura skyrocketed, and he slammed his [Frostfang] into the ground, causing ice spikes to burst forth.
[Frost Moon Slash]
The incubus, who had just caught his breath on the ground, was instantly turned into a pile of ice shards, completely dead.
“You damn succubus, you're just asking for a beating, prepare to die!” Just as Winnie was about to fight the succubus to the death, an explosion sounded from the center of the village, followed by a burst of crimson flames and thick smoke.
“What the hell?!” Winnie's ears were ringing from the loud explosion, and he temporarily lost his hearing, his movements also coming to a halt.
Seeing where the commotion was coming from, the succubus was also startedled, seemed to realize something, and quickly spread her wings to leave the scene, perhaps heading there.
Winnie couldn't fly, so he couldn't catch up with the succubus, and it was clearly not the time to chase her.
The center of the village was the church, and something had happened to Aesphyra.
Winnie turned towards the direction of the old man and the child, seeing that they had already moved away, and then left the courtyard.
However, he didn't immediately head to the church in the center of the village to find Aesphyra.
He didn't think anything would happen to Aesphyra, and the reason he wasn't acting together with her was due to division of labor. The capable do more, so Aesphyra naturally took on the most challenging task, confronting the priest and the mastermind, while he rescued the ordinary villagers.
“Hey, buddy, for my sake, hurry up and reincarnate. The human world is dangerous,” Winnie sneaked up on a succubus attacking a villager.
Since it was a sneak attack, he had to ensure a one-hit kill without giving the enemy any reaction time. He struck from behind with a [Frost Moon Slash]aimed at the head.
[Frost Moon Slash] followed by [Ice steel] to elbow the succubus, leaving her half-dead before finishing her off.
Fortunately, these succubi assumed the village had no threats and were spread out, allowing Winnie to take them down one by one.
This time, like the last, killing these succubi didn't yield any virtue points. Presumably, this practical assessment was considered an event, and only after completing it would virtue points be awarded based on performance.
This included the number of demons killed.
“Alright, don't ask who I am, where I came from, or what my name is. Don't just stand there, hurry up and leave. This village is no longer safe!” Pulling [Frostfang] out of an incubus's chest, Winnie gave a standardized spiel to the stunned villager.
Running around putting out fires, these words just came out naturally.
“But, but, my livestock haven't been rescued yet,” the villager said weakly.
“Seriously, buddy, your life is at stake and you're still worried about your livestock? Prioritize, okay?” Winnie couldn't help but scolded.
“Alright, it's a small matter, hurry up and leave! Don't delay me from saving others!”
“Oh, oh...” Intimidated by Winnie's aura, the villager shrank his head and quickly fled.
Sigh.
For these villagers who value small gains over their lives, Winnie could only take such measures.
With most people rescued, Winnie should head to the village center to check things out. In fact, the reason the rescue went so smoothly was also because many incubi and succubi had rushed to the village center after witnessing the explosion.
Winnie was confident in Aesphyra's strength but still needed to support her, although it was highly likely nothing would happen.
When he arrived at the church with [Frostfang] in hand, as expected, just as he thought, wherever Aesphyra was, it was others who suffered, while she remained unscathed.
“Little classmate, I, I was just momentarily confused earlier. What I said before wasn't what I truly meant! You, you let me go, let me go, okay? Ah, right! That's it, these past few days I've been acting so strangely because of this demon, this evil and despicable demon bewitched me, that's why I became like that, it's all because of her!”
“Now, my mind is back to normal, please let me go. We're on the same side, I'm one of you!” Just as Winnie arrived, he heard the priest Focas, who was tightly bound by Aesphyra's nature magic, pleading in a near-servile tone.
Hearing this, Winnie couldn't help but frowned. Initially, he had a natural goodwill towards the priestly class of Church and thought this priest was a good person.
Who would have thought he was a scoundrel full of bad intentions.
When Aesphyra had explained the situation to him earlier, he had still been somewhat skeptical.
As for the small wooden church earlier, it had already been blown to smithereens, nowhere to be found.
The red-haired succubus beside them looked familiar, now covered in wounds, clutching her injuries, her wavy long hair disheveled, looking very disheveled.
And the mastermind behind all this.
Winnie looked at her opposite, the silver-haired girl in the Carillian Academy's female student uniform skirt remained as pristine as when she arrived, her clothes spotless, her black stockings not in a battle-damaged state, not even a single hair out of place, her face still wearing that elegant yet somewhat eerie smile.
She looked the same as when she arrived, having fought a bunch of demons for so long, and even the spare uniform skirt she changed into today was in its original state.
Hmm, Winnie had seen how many spare uniform skirts Aesphyra had at home.
The surrounding succubi and incubi had fallen like wheat, and those still standing looked at her with trembling fear.
It was clear, although it seemed like the succubi were surrounding Aesphyra, it was actually Aesphyra alone surrounding them, chasing and beating them.
Winnie clicked his tongue, reminiscing that in his previous life, it was him who had been on the receiving end of Aesphyra's beatings.