Temptation

The Archdevil entered and lowered his head, looking at Lucas with a frown. He didn't know what happened to him, and only then it dawned on him that being a lowlife was really a drag.

Look at him, and he was already in this state. How many minutes, hours, or days has it been? Though no calendar existed in the Devil's Realm, keeping track of time was pointless.

Most devils died before they reached their lifespan, so what was the point? The Devil also didn't work, and those who did were slaves. There was no day-to-day life since their lifestyle was completely different from the human race.

They also didn't need to eat or drink, except those lower rank Devil, but still, for a short amount of time, this lowlife was already reduced to such a state. Just how weak were they? Does their race face such a problem every time? Then how would they resolve this?

Of course, the Devil was aware of how absorbing Aether managed to keep them from starving, but they preferred to eat food, especially the raw meat of some beast outside. But they only need food, only if they were hungry. There was no specific time for it.

True, they felt the time was slow and fast for mortals, but for their stomachs to hunger for food, it would be once a year for mortals.

The Archdevil had been thinking for the past few days that passed like minutes. Eight days had passed, and Lucas was suffering from the lack of food and water, but all he did in the short amount of time was think!

He was thinking carefully of what the chain was, whether breaking it could actually achieve his dream or if it was only a trap placed by a higher being. But he felt it was unlikely, but then again, thinking of how Lucas ended up appearing on his teleportation magic circle changed his mind.

What was the actual purpose of those chains? For it to appear and bounded the soul of lowlife?

Recounting back, he remembered there were seven chains and one of them attracted him to the point of ignoring his rank, the Archdevil, and tempting him with his desires.

Such a powerful mind attack was shocking… and scary.

Therefore, he sent Lucas to the same teleportation magic array, hoping that the being sending Lucas to him would acquire him back, but it never happened. And if he was not wrong, Lucas was suffering from starvation and soon would die!

Therefore, this meant the being who sent him never cared for him at all.

But why did he place chains on his soul? What did this lowlife do to him?

And why… did the chain tempt him to break it and even project the future that would happen if he did?

Too many questions were still left unanswered despite him thinking about it for eight days!

The Archdevil felt a headache and decided to check the chain on this lowlife again. But now, he found out this lowlife would die, but then he was intrigued by what would happen if he did.

Would the soul come out of his body, and the chains still remain? Or not?

The Archdevil's lips curved upward, and his thin crimson eyes sparkled with interest. Lucas couldn't stare at those eyes and had already long closed his eyes, resigning to his fate.

Still, he was still formulating an idea that could save him from dying.

Yes, he didn't want to die and would even accept torture even every day. Who said there would be no rainbow after the storm?

Lucas was still being optimistic, and it would never change unless he died. Only through his death would he completely give up.

The Archdevil stared at Lucas, and his perception penetrated his soul, still seeing the same appearance as before: the chains surrounding his body.

And as expected… or not. The chains didn't lure him anymore, but his vision was set to the same chain that tempted him.

Only now he realized it wasn't the chain that attracted him to break it, but himself!

His eyes uncontrollably widened from the realization, and his heart palpitated. It has been a long time since something shocked him to this extent, and those previous ones couldn't even compare to now.

It was he who was tempted to break it, not the chain.

His reddish blood-curdling hand slowly moved towards Lucas, and the latter couldn't help but feel apprehensive. Still, he didn't do anything else and let the Archdevil do whatever he wanted.

Strangely, the Archdevil's presence was getting closer, and he didn't feel anything else, especially physical touch. He thought he might have cut off his senses, but he was aware it shouldn't be the case.

When he thought about it, Lucas felt intrigued and believed the Archdevil might be using his supernatural power. Strenuously, he opened his right eye, and his heavy eyelid slowly pulled from each other like a curtain.

Lucas took some time to completely recover his vision from blurriness, and only then… he was slack-jawed to perceive the reddish hand of the devil, passing through his body similar to a ghost!

He wasn't even horrified by his ghoulish face anymore, and he was frightened to see his ghostly hands inside his… private parts?

Thankfully, Lucas felt no touch, so he calmed down.

He was inexplicably excited to witness such an out-of-the-world performance. Even the magician on earth couldn't compare to what was happening right now.

The Archdevil paid no heed to what this lowlife was feeling excited all about and was attentive to grasp the chain. He didn't grasp the chain yet, but Lucas could already feel the distinct change coursing through his body in a short amount of time.

The Aether Evil Element coming from the Archdevil was flowing through his body, affecting… or corrupting some of his parts.

He was shocked but didn't panic.

He wasn't aware of the consequence of his body being corrupted by the Aether Evil Element. But even if he did, he couldn't care… as long as he wouldn't die.

Also, he found out he had a good affinity with the Aether Evil Element, so there should be no harm in letting his part of the body be corrupted, right?

Taking the chance, he guided the scattered Aether Evil Element to his small intestines and prepared to convert it to essence to recuperate.

As time passed, his pale complexion, bony skin, and face slowly changed… becoming healthy again.