Races: Online (VR Smartphone App)

The Demon Lord spun to her heels and gave the Human in front of her a more bewildered look, and then things started to make sense. The reason why this man hadn't batted an eye in her presence at all—his tastes were completely different! This woman form could not sway a man's heart! Jilanya crossed her arms over her chest, "You've taken a male as your Companion, did you not?"

"Yeah." Han Jing frowned at her, his dark eyes narrowed at her. "You killed his mother and other villagers—I won't forgive you for that."

A laugh cracked up from her lips. This was perfect! This man had more reason to get stronger? It would be even better if he actually did try to at least be a Level 100 if he could not surpass his limited lifespan. She gave him a smile, "You say such things like that—but you're still playing as a learner in an Academy. If you truly wish to make me pay for what you claim to be an irredeemable act then leave the protections of that Academy, your territory, that old Hero and chase after me. Hunt me down, mortal."

The expression on his face twitched—the man realizing that she was right.

Did he really need to have a conversation with her to understand what he needed to do? Humans were so… brainless? Yes, that was the term. The woman would greedily drink in this mortal's house and then she'd return to the realm. A vile thought formed in her mind—if she were to appear to this 'Han' as the Demon Lord Mursiel, would he betray his Companion?

The possibilities were endless.

She needed to gather more information about his so-called Companion, however. The Demon Lord could only hope that they wouldn't be as meddlesome as that old fool of a Hero. Her desire to expand her territory was negated with several Heroes in Human territory and it had happened even before this representative came up.

It was probably easy to crush him now—but if she did it later then she'd be able to reap more benefits. Jilanya looked over her shoulder and pointed to his house's door, "Oi, we're here. Open it up."

"Do you not even know how to open a door knob?" Han Jing asked her.

She scoffed at him, "It is something not needed in our people's place—a pesky invention for men who do not know how to guard their territory."

"So you level up some of the people under your lands?" he asked. Not opening the door yet and simply standing by the door.

This fool was trying to gather information from her? Well, this man would never actually get stronger if she kept such basic things from him. "Of course, it is only useful for my people to become stronger, wiser and richer. Who would want to control a pitiful amount of demons? Those who are weak will be devoured by the stronger."

"... It's not like you're innately changing them or anything right?"

She scoffed, "If there is use in changing how they think, how they act and what they believe in—it does not matter at all. I have already told you that only powerful people can consider useless principles like honour and justice."

"Well, aren't you supposed to be strong? Why did you basically attack a new person who had arrived—wait, it's because you don't like us at all, do you?" Han Jing sighed and shook his head. He stepped into his abode, "We're home, I got us some drinks."

A mortal like him would truly never understand—but if she were to see any sort of corruption in his Soul. Well, it would be a delight to see.contemporary romance

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Han Jing sipped his beer and sighed inwardly. He didn't think that his mother would be fine with him drinking around while having friends over—he really needed to make sure that things didn't end up in some terrible situation. And he could tell that something was up with these two visitors. Both his mother, sister and almost everyone around him was enthralled with them.

Maybe barring Bo Lifen—but she might have just decided not to say anything.

Did they really have some sort of effect on the mind of other people to make them completely at ease and lower their guard? Or attract the eye of everyone in their vicinity.

Han Jing couldn't tell at all.

Was this the effect of his [ Mental Fortitude ] that allowed him to be unfazed with them? The only thing that he knew right now was he needed to kick them out tonight. Somehow logging in seemed out of the question, and he did have his Soul Waves there so it wasn't that much of a loss. And yet he had considered the Demon Lord's words.

Could he really just let what happened at the village be nothing to him?

Han Jing hadn't checked the Companion tab at all since he took in Timothy as a companion. Was there any worth in upgrading him? It wasn't like the guy was going to change that much, in essence, Timothy would always be Timothy. He had his backstory, character and… Han Jing accepted the fact that he was a person as real as him.

But if that was the case—why would he have so much jurisdiction over him?

"What seems to be on your mind, Han Jing?" the Wood Elf glanced at him. He had his beer in a glass with ice, fancy and whatnot. His mother had left earlier under the ruse of visiting their neighbors but she was surely going to cook up a feast for them.

He didn't want to be crude and incur more 'debts' to this guy, but if he had already thanked him and indebted himself to the Wood Elf… What was wrong with him being more frank? Except for Jinjing still being around maybe? Han Jing shrugged, "You can see that our space is small." Cramped. "And I didn't even give you and Anya here a chance to visit the park because of this stupid heatstroke from earlier. Do you still want to see that place? Maybe we can think of ways to handle the accommodations of the two of you."

"Anya?" the Wood Elf raised a brow. He acted like he hadn't heard anything else and instead grinned at the Demon Lord. Despite the Wood Elf allying himself with him, the relationship he had with the Demon Lord was something that seemed close to friends. Maybe frenemies? A rivalry?

Jilanya glared at him, and placed down her can. Despite sipping from a regular and cheap can of beer, there was a certain amount of elegance in the way she did it. "It is a stupid name."

"I actually think it suits you."

Han Jing sighed inwardly—as of now, things didn't seem to change that much with his situation. Then again, the two had just arrived and he did get pummeled to almost a pulp with the Demon Lord. He reflexively rubbed his shoulder blades. He was now certain that he didn't like the thought of any woman stepping on him.

"But ah, Han, I must say that I'd like to wait for your matriarch to come back so that the two of us could head out properly after bidding our farewell." the Wood Elf said at last.

"Alright." 

There was nothing he could do about this. He should be more grateful. Nothing too strange happened today and this was fine. If anything, even the Wood Elf didn't seem to do anything particularly irritating like flirting more with his mother, and that eased him even more than the fact that the Demon Lord had decided to kill him on a later date. 

Once he found a place for the Wood Elf and the Demon Lord? He'd start looking online for a place to meet up with the Mermaid. Hopefully at least Anya would be gone by then. Han Jing blinked at his sudden thought. He had even started using 'Anya', he didn't exactly like it.

"My, oh my. I did think that you would be a more charming host." the Wood Elf said. "Whenever we interacted… 'online', you were full of life and active. Even outgoing and decisive, but here you're rather, er. Even with my own verbose tongue that could sing odes and make Bards cry, I find a lack of term to describe you. I suppose this is an honour to find me so dumbfounded right now."

Han Jing made a face and bit back another sigh. Such lengthy words that really just meant to say he sucked or was boring. Well, based on the Wood Elf's expression, it did seem like light banter. "And I thought that you'd look better in real life."

"You're only blind and decide to see what you want to see." the Wood Elf smirked.

And the answer he would say to that was— "Well, whatever. It really doesn't matter."

"Outrageous of you to say such words!" the glass was slammed down on the table, and it exploded into pieces. The Wood Elf harrumphed at him, "What an unaesthetic and terrible eye!"

Han Jing threw a look back at Jinjing who was on her bed, she had looked up to them with a startled look on her face. He gritted his teeth, "Alright, I'm wrong—but you don't have to throw a fit like that."

"You mean this broken glass?" the Wood Elf paused, as if realizing their actions at last but only scoffed. "I'll take care of it." Before Han Jing could even process the words—a blinding light erupted and covered the entire room.

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