Chapter 78: Begging for Mercy
Nainapegu
“Good, good… No matter how much brainwashing, hypnosis, or modification you undergo, are you still this stubborn?” The voice of the Demon Queen, Isaiah, was like a venomous snake dipped…
Help! The Demon Lord Miss Is Going to Corrupt Me into Her Maid!
Chapter 77: Twisted and Twisted Again
“Where is the banquet hall?” Ling Xiya spoke again, her voice gaining a sharp edge due to extreme shock. She whipped her head around, trying to find the path she…
Chapter 76: The Vanished Banquet Hall
Ling Xiya’s body trembled violently due to the sudden proximity and that whispered phrase. The cold ropes bit into her wrists, causing pain. Every struggle was futile; instead, the restraints…
Chapter 75: Trapped
This might be the only chance! Ling Xiya bit her lip, suppressing the unease in her heart, and decided to take the risk. She took a deep breath, quickened her…
Chapter 74: Tracking
She no longer hesitated, ignoring the roaring warnings of Isayat’s voice in her mind. Like an arrow released from a bowstring, silent yet carrying a resolute will, she followed. Lowering…
Chapter 73: Similarities
The banquet hall doors slowly opened before Ishayat. Contrary to Ling Xiya’s expectations of noise and extravagance, the scene behind the doors was one of unexpected silence. Huge crystal chandeliers…
Chapter 72: Cocktail Party
Isayat turned gracefully, her skirt tracing a silent arc in the stillness as she walked straight toward the hidden door at the back of the room that nearly blended into…
Chapter 71: Numbness
When Ling Xiya opened her eyes again, the sky outside the window had already darkened. Inside the room, a Magic Crystal Lamp emitted a faint purple glow, casting everything in…
Chapter 70: Deep Hypnosis
However, at this moment, a cold and majestic voice, as if from Nine Nether Ice, carrying a supreme pressure that ruled over the world, came from a short distance behind…
Chapter 69: Frog? Are they crazy?
In the Demon King’s Castle, a giant tower forged of obsidian pierced into the blood-red twilight, the air thick with the pungent stench of sulfur and rust. Unlike the despair…