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Chapter 601: Desire Demon
The heavy, obsidian front door creaked open slowly, revealing a corridor flanked by vivid Hell-themed murals. And there—standing at the threshold—was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, radiating allure in her own right.
She wore a rich robe that barely contained her curves, the fabric clinging to her figure as it exposed her supple chest and the elegant line of her back. A soft, sultry smile played at her lips, her violet eyes shimmering like still water, glowing with an aura both mysterious and intoxicating. Yet she made no attempt to hide her true nature. From beneath her amber hair emerged delicate horns, and from her back unfurled a pair of feathered black wings—clear signs of her status.
—Desire Demon. A Devil whose very purpose was to seduce mortals, to lure them into damnation.
To most Players, however, this form wasn’t terrifying. It was… distracting. Almost ethereal—like a fallen Angel, beautiful and forbidden.
Even Lucky Emperor, a veteran of the 3D zone, stood frozen in place, breath caught in his throat, utterly transfixed.
The Desire Demon giggled—a sound like silver bells—before raising her slender, pale hand.
“Well, my esteemed guest,” she purred, “are you going to keep staring at the door all day? Come in. We have… plenty of time.”
“Y-yes… yes, of course,” Lucky Emperor stammered, his bones turning to jelly at the sound of her voice.
He stepped forward stiffly, muscles tense, but before he could take another step, she closed the distance, pressing gently against him—soft, warm, intoxicating. The scent of her perfume wrapped around him, heady and divine.
She locked eyes with him as his face flushed crimson, her violet pupils glowing faintly.
“My name is Eunice,” she whispered, her voice velvet. “I’m a sales representative for Spiritual Soul Exchange. I’ll give you my full effort.”
Who could resist this?
Lucky Emperor clenched his fists, sweat pooling at his temples, screaming silently in his mind.
Under her close guidance, he walked down the corridor, every step a battle against temptation, her voice a constant, seductive murmur.
“This is the Imperial Official’s designated Hell Exchange. Here, Devils like me may legally trade with mortals. You can obtain anything you desire… for a price. A small one.”
She winked.
Even with his mind muddled like porridge, Lucky Emperor managed to ask, “What… what can I get?”
Eunice licked her lips, her smile widening. “That depends on what you’re willing to give… and what you truly want.”
As she spoke, her delicate fingers traced a path across his chest.
Even a man of principle shouldn’t be tested like this!
Lucky Emperor’s ears burned, his pulse racing. Yet he forced himself to remain focused.
“I… I want the strength of Hell.”
At once, she leaned in, her face inches from his ear. Her breath was warm, her voice a whisper.
“I can give you strength… and endless pleasure. But… will you trade your Spiritual Soul for it?”
“I… I…”
A haze descended over his vision. His mind clouded, his thoughts scattered. He didn’t think—didn’t speak. He simply nodded.
They say: The land of beauty is the grave of heroes.
And as he felt the warmth of her touch, the intoxicating scent filling his senses, Lucky Emperor felt—for the first time in twenty years of solitude—that he had lived a full life.
Eunice grinned, her eyes gleaming with delight.
“Wonderful. Welcome, then, to my contractee.”
With a sweep of her wings, black feathers swirled like a storm, wrapping around Lucky Emperor’s trembling form and carrying him into the private cabin of the Hell Exchange.
When he finally emerged, he was dazed, as if waking from a dream. He didn’t quite understand what had happened.
All he knew was that he had signed a Pact. He had sold his Spiritual Soul—blindly, foolishly—becoming a Devil’s contractee.
“Was it really over? Did I… get my expanded class?”
He looked down at his hand. A strange, ominous mark pulsed with dark energy—twisted, unnatural in shape. And still clinging to his skin was the lingering trace of her perfume.
Most Devils accepted only one currency: the Spiritual Soul. It was traded for power, for services. For mortals, the soul was typically taken at natural death. But immortal Devils could wait—years, even centuries—for their contracts to be fulfilled.
And if a contract allowed a Devil to claim a soul before death? The moment the soul was taken, the Devil would vanish back to the Nine Hells of Barrath. Only divine intervention could free a soul once claimed.
But Players didn’t know this. And even if they did? They wouldn’t care. Most eagerly sold their souls.
After all, Baator Hell was just another dungeon—fascinating, even. Some exploration enthusiasts wanted to be there.
Lucky Emperor lifted his head, staring at the semi-transparent interface floating before him. The stats, skills, everything—had changed. And there, at the bottom, a brand-new expanded class.
> [You have signed a Pact with a Desire Demon from Hell.
> Acquired expanded class: [Occultist - Devil’s Contract]]
> [You have gained a Unique Trait: [Hell Apostle]]
> [Hell Apostle]
> The Devil’s Pact grants you the strength of the Nine Hells. It empowers your body, bestowing innate, supernatural abilities.
> - Strength +1
> - Constitution +1
> - Dexterity +1
> - Charisma +3
> - Deception +14
> - Persuasion +12
> - Disguise +10
> - Stealth +8
> - Focus +7
Lucky Emperor’s jaw dropped. He stared at his character sheet, eyes wide with shock.
“No wonder… this is Hell Expansion! Just one Unique Trait, and it’s already outclassing most common classes!”
He reached to scroll down, eager to explore further—when suddenly, a sharp pain exploded at the back of his skull.
“BANG.”
“Ow! Who the hell—?”
He spun around, fists clenched, ready to yell—until he saw the face of his attacker.
It was Charlotte—the Guild Leader of the Magic Coin Guild, the so-called “Strongest Mage.” He gripped his staff, face dark with displeasure.
Silence hung thick in the air.
After a long pause, Lucky Emperor scratched his head sheepishly.
“Guild Leader… what are you doing here? Come to reprimand me? That video wasn’t me—”
He tried to defend himself, but Charlotte sighed, waved him off, and cut him short.
“Enough. I’m not as boring as you are. And I don’t have your taste for nonsense. I came to remind you—I’ve been messaging you. You never replied.”
Lucky Emperor flinched. His hand twitched to his hair.
Why hadn’t he checked Charlotte’s messages?
Because he was guilty. Because he knew he’d done something stupid.
Charlotte appraised him, then said, “You haven’t signed a Pact, have you?”
Before Lucky Emperor could answer, Charlotte continued.
“I’ve heard the inside scoop. This Hell Expansion isn’t something you can just pick at random. There’s real strategy involved. The Pacts with Devils vary wildly in power. The best choice? Go to the highest level of the Hell Exchange and sign a Pact with the Envoy of the Great Demon Bair. That’s how you get spells like Hellfire Storm, Enhanced Vision, Human Paralysis, even Meteor Burst—plus a whole suite of powerful spell-like abilities.”
He smirked, sarcastic.
“Of course… some idiots get lured in by the front-desk Desire Demon, seduced by her beauty, and end up with nothing but Charm Human or Sleep Spell—useless trash.”
But then he noticed Lucky Emperor’s face—pale, trembling, eyes wide with horror.
“Wait… what’s that look on your face? You’re not… the one I heard about, are you?”
“No, Guild Leader, I—”
Lucky Emperor tried to protest, but Charlotte yanked his arm, rolled up his sleeve—revealing the unmistakable, demonic brand.
A silver mark.
Lucky Emperor looked utterly miserable.
“How was I supposed to know she was that kind of Devil?”
Charlotte groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Ugh. Such a wasted opportunity. You, with your Daitou-sized brain and tiny head—what a disgrace.”
He sighed, then clapped Lucky Emperor on the shoulder.
“Look, it’s done. No use crying over spilled soul. But you’ve got something—anything is better than nothing. Start learning your new abilities.”
“Okay…”
Lucky Emperor opened his character sheet again, sharing his vision with the world—but his spirits were low.
> [You have signed a Pact with a Desire Demon.
> Acquired special ability: [Enchantment Magic]]
> [Enchantment Magic]
> Mortals are weak-willed beings, easily corrupted by physical pleasure. Desire Demons feel no guilt in seducing any gender, of any race.
> At Sorcerer levels 3, 6, 9, and 12, you gain the following spell-like abilities:
> - Charm Human
> - Suggestion
> - Enchant Monster
> - Dominate Person
Charlotte stroked his chin, surprised.
“Hmm… this spell list is actually strong. All utility enchantment magic. Not so bad after all.”
Lucky Emperor exhaled in relief.
“Phew. Good. Let me check what else I’ve got…”
> [The Devil’s Pact grants you the strength of the Nine Hells.
> Acquired special ability: [Devil’s Body]]
> [Devil’s Body]
> As one bound to a Hell Pact, you may corrupt your mortal form—paying a price—to fully transform into a Devil.
> Due to your Pact with the Desire Demon, you unlock the unique form: [Desire Demon Form]
Desire Demon Form.
The words sent a chill down Lucky Emperor’s spine.
He remembered the woman in the Hell Exchange—her beauty, her seduction, her power. And now… he was supposed to become her?
But Charlotte, utterly expressionless, urged, “Show it. You need to test it. Practice makes perfect.”
“Fine…”
Despite the dread building in his chest, Lucky Emperor activated the ability.
His mark flared. Black fire erupted around him, swallowing his body. Smoke filled the air. Flames danced like serpents.
“No… no way…”
He felt his body shift—unnatural, wrong. A cold, creeping dread spread through him.
Then—his hand flew up. His chest grew heavy. A soft, yielding warmth pressed against his palm.
His back rippled. His waist narrowed. His skin smoothed, becoming impossibly soft.
Wings burst from his back—pitch-black, feathered. A long tail unfurled from his spine. Horns sprouted from his head.
Lucky Emperor’s face twisted in horror.
“…No…”
A snort escaped Charlotte.
He held up a mirror—already prepared.
“Look for yourself.”
In the reflection… stood a stunning Desire Demon.
Dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her robe was torn, exposing snow-white skin. Her eyes—violet, intense—burned with seductive fire. Even in anger, she looked like she was playfully scolding someone.
She was beautiful. More than any mortal could ever be.
And yet… the face staring back was unmistakably Lucky Emperor.
“…Fck me.”
He stood there, frozen, silent. Only the soft, sultry whisper of his own voice broke the silence.
Even his curses sounded like a lover’s breath.
Charlotte placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing back a grin.
“Lucky Emperor… talent has its limits. But specialization? That’s where the real power lies. You didn’t get the strongest Hell expansion—but you got something unique. From now on, you’re our official Succubus. Baron Donald? Duke Lawrence? All yours. Pffft.”
He said it with pride, with authority—then burst into laughter.
Lucky Emperor turned red, furious, but after a long pause, he managed to spit out:
“Don’t… ever tell anyone.”
But in his current form—wide-eyed, flushed, voice like velvet—he looked more beautiful than ever.
Charlotte smiled, sincere.
“Of course. The Magic Coin Guild is one family. We don’t throw each other under the bus.”
But as a Desire Demon, Lucky Emperor’s Charisma was now off the charts. Instantly, he drew the attention of every nearby Player.
“Whoa… is that a Succubus?”
“Hot damn!”
“Wait… that name… isn’t that…?”
Lucky Emperor panicked. He cast a Smoke Spell, vanishing into the crowd in a cloud of mist.
Charlotte remained behind.
He lowered his hood, walked a few steps, then picked up a stone—disguised as a rock—on the ground. He smirked.
A cruel, cold smile curled his lips.
Lucky Emperor… you left me no choice. But I’m not as reckless as you. I have my alibi, you see.
He twirled the stone between his fingers, calm and deliberate.
“So… what should I call this video?”
(End of Chapter)
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