rslcontracting Chapter 114: Are You Saying... I, Demon Lord Lin Wei, Am Easily Defeated?
Chapter 114: Are You Saying... I, Demon Lord Lin Wei, Am Easily Defeated?
Chapter 114: Are You Saying... I, Demon Lord Lin Wei, Am Easily Defeated?
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“Mr. Lin Wei... are you really just going to sit here at my place for a while?”
Afuduo’s tail flicked nervously as she hugged a pillow to her chest, her cat ears pressed flat against her hair.
“You’re not planning to wait until I stumble home, dead tired from my night shift, and then take advantage of me while I’m half-asleep to do something weird, are you?”
Lin Wei regarded the anxious catkin woman before him, watching as she shrank in on herself. His expression didn’t change; he simply pointed to the door, his meaning unmistakable: Out.
Honestly, there wasn’t much to complain about when it came to this catkin woman.
She was easy on the eyes, and her feline features were undeniably cute. During the day, she was always shuffling around in pajamas, drowsy and half-awake, which had its own peculiar charm.
Purely from an aesthetic standpoint, having her sit across from him was hardly unpleasant.
It was just—her imagination was a bit too vivid.“I’ll say it again: I have absolutely no interest in beastkin.”
“I’m only here to wait for Duke Ous. There’s a rather nasty grudge between us.”
“If all goes as expected, he’ll send someone after me tonight. Unless, of course, you’d like to stay and help me fight?”
Combat was hardly something a cute little catgirl should get involved in.
Afuduo shook her head at once, hastily gathering her things for her night shift.
“Yeah, I think I’ll leave this one to you, Mr. Lin Wei.”
“Honestly, I always thought the talk about you and Duke Ous being enemies was just some wild rumor.”
“I can’t believe it’s actually true... And why did you have to pick my place as the battlefield?”
Even if someone else had paid the rent and deposit, so what if the place got trashed? It wasn’t as though she’d feel any pain over it.
But to be at home, minding her own business, and suddenly have a deadly enemy show up at the door—
Why did she have this sinking feeling that her life was about to get a lot more dangerous?
“Don’t overthink it. Worst case, you just move next time,”
Lin Wei waved a hand, brushing her worries aside with casual indifference.
He couldn’t very well admit that he was actually worried about his fiancée, Veya, coming home and getting caught up in the mess.
Even though the house was protected by powerful defensive arrays, and the wedding ring he’d given Veya held as much of his energy as he could infuse, when it came to safety, you could never be too careful.
“If you don’t leave soon, just to keep up appearances for the enemy—”
“I really will have to pin you down and have a serious talk about joining forces to fight back, you know.”
“I’m going, I’m going! Goodbye, Mr. Lin Wei!”
Confronted with Lin Wei’s friendly—perhaps a bit too friendly—smile, Afuduo, gentle and hopeless in a fight, didn’t hesitate for a second. She spun around and bolted, not even entertaining the thought of staying.
“Tch... How did a race like the catkin, supposedly born for battle, end up so universally timid and averse to conflict?”
“Did someone mess up their genes? If humans had those physical stats by default, humanity would have conquered the continent ages ago.”
Funny, really.
After so many years in this world, Lin Wei had gathered plenty of intel, and this always stood out to him.
Of all the major races active in the world, humans had the lowest natural growth stats.
If a human didn’t train or level up, by adulthood, their level would barely be in the twenties.
And yet, humans were astonishingly balanced—and frighteningly adaptable.
Even within their own species, they could freely change professions, depending on their talents and inclinations.
Take the catkin, for example—unless there was some bizarre mutation, you’d never find a top-tier alchemist among them. Humans, though, could produce masters in any field.
Otherwise, Lin Wei would never have been able to fuse with the Demon God’s authority and become the Demon Lord.
Flip the script—could a demon ever become the Pope? Absolutely not.
“If my spouse were the Pope, maybe our children could inherit both bloodlines,”
Lin Wei suddenly pictured that absurd scenario.
Too bad. Unless he became the Demon Lord again, his bloodline was now completely human—and besides, Veya would have to become the Pope first.
Best not to dwell on things that could never be.
Night crept in, time slipping by almost unnoticed.
After Afuduo left, Lin Wei didn’t bother searching for enemies.
Instead, he brewed himself a cup of tea, picked up a book, and lounged on the sofa, looking perfectly at ease as he passed the time.
Until, just before four in the morning—
As the world sank into utter silence—
Click...
A flash of silver, swift and traceless, sliced through the stillness.
In this seemingly ordinary world, the sudden extinguishing of a candle was accompanied by the world itself cleaving in two.
There was no warning—no sign at all—of the coming attack.
Time, space, everything in sight—
The sofa was shredded by an indescribable, terrifying force. Deep, jagged fissures split the coffee table and the walls.
And yet, the eruption of power was so precise, so controlled, that not a sound was made.
The cracked walls didn’t explode; the shattered ceiling, aside from a faint sprinkle of dust, didn’t even tremble.
Even Lin Wei, lounging on the sofa with a book in hand, was sliced cleanly in half. As the last of the candlelight vanished, so too did any trace of life from his body.
Several seconds ticked by.
A twisted silhouette slowly emerged from the darkness, materializing in the room.
Clad in black robes, face hidden behind a mask, not a trace of his presence could be sensed.
Had he not chosen to reveal himself, no one would have known he was there.
His eyes, darker than ink, swept over the bisected corpse—utterly impassive.
“So this is all there was to it?”
His voice, however, dripped with disdain.
The assignment had come in just a few hours earlier.
Duke Ous had ordered him to eliminate this troublesome alchemist who’d disrupted his plans.
He’d even warned that the target might be concealing his true strength—possibly starting at Level 70.
That was precisely why he’d chosen to strike at this hour—when humans were at their most defenseless.
Just to avoid disturbing the flow of energy and alerting his target, he’d spent three whole hours inching the last hundred meters to this house.
And yet, the opponent’s strength turned out to be this pitifully weak.
“A foe not even worth a single blow… No way this is Level 70.”
“It’s a critical moment, and yet he let his guard down completely. Someone this careless deserves to die.”
“And it seems the Holy See hasn’t set up any ambush here, either.”
He and his team had suspected a trap when they were lying in wait around the area earlier.
But even that concern had been entirely unnecessary.
“Looks like the Holy See was just that confident in his strength. They must have thought that even if someone tried an ambush, he’d wipe them out instantly.”
“In the end, he was just an ornamental showpiece with no real combat experience.”
“How much real battle could an alchemist possibly have seen, anyway?”
The face matched, the body matched—
This was definitely the target: Lin Wei.
“Fred?”
At that moment, several more figures emerged from the darkness.
They, too, wore black robes and masks, but their hurried approach stirred the air, sending ripples of magical energy through the room.
When their eyes landed on the bisected, blood-soaked body in front of the sofa, a flicker of surprise ran through the group.
“That’s it? He’s already dead?”
According to the plan, as members of the Shadowstream Squad, they were supposed to stay outside and cover the perimeter.
If the target tried to escape, their job was to chase him down and prevent his escape.
But nothing had happened after their teammate went in—not a sound, not even a ripple of combat aura, just a single, silent slash.
They’d assumed some formidable enemy must have appeared, forcing them to charge in and fight together.
Yet… the target was just dead, just like that?
“We didn’t even need to use our limit forms.”
“What a complete waste of three hours.”
For an opponent of this caliber, for him—a former Shadowstream Assassin—to act personally and be this cautious... it was laughable.
Fred let out a regretful sigh. What a waste of time.
“Cut off his head and let’s finish the mission.”
He gestured for his companion to handle the body, preparing to slip back into stealth and monitor the area in case any clergy from the Holy See appeared.
Click...
Again, a flash of silver streaked through the room—so fast it was nearly impossible to follow.
But unlike his own attack, this one was utterly devoid of any energy fluctuation. Only the light itself offered any warning.
And the one who was cut down was none other than the teammate who’d just stepped forward to take the head.
Hot blood gushed out, soaking his entire back in an instant.
The thick scent of blood filled the air, and then a tired, almost weary voice echoed quietly in Fred’s ear.
“Easily defeated... I can’t say I’ve ever heard anyone dare say that to me before.”
“You lot really do have some nerve.”