“Please give me a copy of 《Yuri of Tyrannical Desires Crushed into Flower Paste 2》, thank you.”
A Yin’an Shaonian came to the Game Store, skulking about as he purchased a new game.
After selling the game, he left the store ecstatic, but the moment he stepped outside, he ran into the people he least wanted to see.
“Oh? Isn’t that Mushroom Head?”
“What’s that in your hand? Let me see!”
They were the class’s popular Huang Mao and a few Bully Gyaru, the same bunch who bullied and harassed him every day.
If they found out he was buying such a weird game, his high school life would be over.
The Yin’an Shaonian looked distressed and immediately turned to run.
Then, predictably, he was hit and sent flying by a Truck.
The only slightly original part was that mid-air, he desperately threw the game into a flower bush, determined to keep some dignity even if it meant dying.
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“Gurgle, gurgle! Gurgle, gurgle! Ah…”
A drowning girl surfaced from Abyssal Lake, struggling immensely as she crawled to the shore, her hair disheveled and appearance miserable, resembling a female ghost.
“Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough! Puke!”
She spat out water from her stomach, kneeling on the sand, staring at her soft little hands in disbelief.
“Impossible… No… Why… God… why am I still alive…”
Even her voice had become feeble as she felt herself all over, and when she touched down below, she realized her great sword was gone, her shock turning into despair.
I remember now…
My Grip was shattered!
The Slayer Demon Sword Phoenix, peerless in heaven and earth, had now become a powerless Demon Sword Girl.
All her powers were gone, and she was even forced to take human form just to swim out from the bottom of the lake.
She couldn’t transform back into her sword form, and even if she could, it was useless—without a Grip, she was nothing more than scrap iron, a sword no one could wield.
This feeling of falling from heaven to hell left the Demon Sword Girl ashen-faced, sitting by the lake for a long time, unable to regain her senses.
But the will to survive pulled her body forward. She picked up a tattered cloth cloak from a dead skeleton nearby and put it on, limping away from this unsafe Land of Ten Thousand Graves.
Where could she possibly go? There was no place in the entire Demon Domain where she could find refuge. Even a low-level demon could tear her apart.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She bit her lip hard, feeling pain for the first time in thousands of years.
The Demon Sword Girl turned to look across Abyssal Lake, where Northern Demon King City stood atop a towering cliff.
That was where she had been thrown from, and she silently vowed that one day she would reclaim everything that belonged to her and take revenge on those who humiliated her.
Wait, something’s off.
Why am I so smoothly slipping into this role?
I remember now, I was just hit and thrown by a Truck!
Could it be…
I’ve transmigrated?
The Demon Sword Girl touched her face again, rechecking her body for the second time. A slightly dazed expression appeared, completely lacking the deep hatred from before.
I’ve transmigrated into some weird yuri game called 《Yuri of Tyrannical Desires Crushed into Flower Paste》.
You play as a powerful demon beast who enters a magical school called the God and Demon Academy to have a wild time.
There’s no real plot, just pure lewdness.
You can hook up with all kinds of demon girls anywhere you like.
But unfortunately…
The player character in the game is the powerful Northern Demon King! Not me!
The Slayer Demon Sword Phoenix is just the unlucky background prop whose Grip gets crushed at the start, a foil to show off the protagonist’s strength, with no further role—not even a supporting one.
And my soul just so happened to transmigrate into this broken sword?
Makes sense. When the Grip was crushed, the Slayer Demon Sword’s soul died completely, leaving only an empty shell for me to possess.
But what use is possessing a powerless shell?
“What a hellish start.”
The Demon Sword Girl sat at the edge of the Land of Ten Thousand Graves, utterly disheartened and stuck. She might as well just try to survive here for a while.
Because if she went outside, any demon would kill her—and not just any death, she might get raped first and then eaten. Worse than dying under a Truck.
“Beep beep beep~ beep beep beep~”
Just then, a noble black carriage slowly approached from a distance and stopped behind the Demon Sword Girl.
She was shocked but didn’t panic.
Because she knew exactly what the black carriage was.
It was the God and Demon Academy’s Enrollment Carriage.
They searched the Demon Domain for suitable students to join this special academy. Many little demons thought it was a path to honor, but in reality, it was the start of a descent into the abyss.
She knew the dark secrets behind this thing, but compared to her current situation, the God and Demon Academy was actually the safest place.
“An Weapon Armor Type that even takes human form—how rare.” The black carriage stopped behind the Demon Sword Girl, and a deep female voice came from within.
“Who’s there?” The Demon Sword Girl asked cautiously.
“I am a witch from the God and Demon Academy. If you have nowhere else to go, come with me.” The voice spoke again.
With a click, half the carriage door opened, revealing nothing but darkness inside.
“You are an abandoned broken sword. Only I know how to lift the Curse of Ten Thousand Years on you and restore you to your true strength.” The voice inside tempted her again.
Since it was said like that, the Demon Sword Girl pretended to be reserved, shyly slipping into the carriage.
In truth, it was all an act. She couldn’t wait to fly inside and escape this unsafe place.
She sat down in the pitch-black carriage, the door immediately closing behind her, and it started moving on its own.
Opposite her sat a Faceless Witch of impeccable figure, her face hidden under the shadow of a witch’s hat, impossible to see clearly.
“Hello, I am the God and Demon Academy’s recruitment officer. Our school aims to build a demon-culture-based civilization academy in the Demon Domain. We are currently looking for special students who fit our admission criteria. Congratulations—you perfectly meet our requirements.” The Faceless Witch handed over a stack of documents while speaking rapidly.
The Demon Sword Girl took the papers and looked them over.
The God and Demon Academy was an advanced demon academy modeled by the Nameless Witch after the Human Race’s schools.
All rules and regulations were borrowed from the humans, with the goal of cultivating intelligent and brave powerful demon beasts to oppose the Human Race.
That’s how it was presented on paper. It might fool some little demons, but not her, the transmigrator.
Still, as she said before, though it wasn’t a good place, it was one of the few places in the entire Demon Domain with rules—a perfect place for someone weak like her to survive.
“If you have no objections, please sign the contract, and then you will officially become a student of our academy. We will protect your safety until you graduate.” The Faceless Witch smiled.
“I’m a sword. I don’t have a name. How can I sign?” The Demon Sword Girl said.
“No name?” The Faceless Witch asked. “Then you should have a weapon name, right?”
“A weapon name?” The Demon Sword Girl began to bluff, “We’re usually called the Dark Trap Killing Sword.”