Melancholy of the Mischievous Devil

Chapter 6 – Melancholy of the Mischievous Devil

"RETREAT! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

Panic was evident from the commander's eyes. Earlier, just when his strike was about to collide with the coffin, the coffin suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the culprit who vomited his face. Only, the young man wasn't the same as before.

A pair of sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. A black zero symbol was shining on his forehead, as though it was a black hole sucking his soul while a black miasma fluttered about his figure.

However, these weren't the things that made the commander panic. What truly alarmed him was the other half of his broadsword on the young man's hand. Deep fear flashed inside his eyes. The scene of how the young man blocked his most powerful strike keep replaying inside his mind.

"Who are you?" The commander shouted. Even now, the hand holding the broadsword was still trembling from the shock.

"Kali's descendant huh?" A melancholic voice sounded. It came from the possessed Jhin who was caressing the broken half of the commander's broadsword.

"You… How did you know my ancestor's name?" The commander trembled. Except from a handful of people, nobody else knew that he was a royalty of the orc race. However, to think that the young man in front of him easily identified his origin. Most of all, he just so casually named his ancestor.

"Well, I think it's more interesting this way ahehe." A smile appeared on the young man's face. Before the commander could react, he felt a sharp object entering his chest.

He looked down, only to see the other half of his broadsword impaled on his chest. Blood sputtered from his mouth, 'To think that I will die under my own treasured sword.'

The speed of the young man's throw was akin to teleportation. It was so fast; he couldn't react. Slowly, he felt his energy seeping out of his body. However, before he could fell to the ground, a hand grabbed his shoulder, then he heard one last thing before lost consciousness. "Rise my soldiers~"

...

Limbs and bloods splattered, dyeing the ground red. Underneath the burning sun laid the theater of life and death; a place where a breathtaking orchestra was being played using the throat of the orc soldiers as the instruments. The clashing weapons, the mournful groans, the hurried footsteps, and the fear-stricken faces.

"I really miss these scenes. It's been too long." Muttered by the possessed Jhin. He watched as one orc after another fell from the battlefield, their killer being their kin who were turned into an undead.

Under the influence of the dark miasma, the strength of the undead orcs seemed to double. Thus, their killing efficiency was very high. Moreover, every time the miasma hit a dead orc, the orc would instantly stand up, becoming a new undead.

Slowly, tears started falling from his eyes as he watched the euphoric scene. "If only I knew things would turn out that way."

Under the attack of the undead army, it only took a minute for the entire orc army to be annihilated. They couldn't resist.

Tilting his head, he looked at the human army.

Whoosh!

Like a blur, he vanished from the sight.

"RUN!" Crystal shouted. Her voice just faded when a surged of black miasma started to envelope his army.

"RETREAT!" she commanded. She readied herself and was about to jump backwards when a strong gravity suddenly binds her.

"Commander!" the soldiers shouted.

However, Crystal could no longer hear their voice as she was shrouded by the thick miasma where her eyes could only see up to the distance of a meter.

Cold sweat started appearing on her forehead. She was trying her best to stop her knees from trembling. Suddenly, she felt a ticklish sensation on her ears. Then a whisper sounded…

"What a fine woman you are."

Clang!

She hurriedly drew her sword and strike. However, to her dismay, the young man just used his slender finger to block her attack.

Then the young man raised his hand and touched her face. Slowly, her helmet started disintegrating. Revealing the heavenly feature hidden underneath.

Sharp phoenix eyes, high and delicate nose bridge, smooth and fair facial skin. Her appearance, a total masterpiece. She was so beautiful.

"Drop that frown off your face." He said. His hand ruffling her silky blonde hair causing Crystal to shiver. A moment later, a warm and ticklish sensation was felt traveling down her face. From slowly wiping off her sweat, the young man held her chin and tilted it upwards.

There, she saw a pair of eyes that sent him into daze. It was so beautiful, staring at them felt like staring a pair of carefully crafted ruby gem.

Suddenly, her eyes opened wide. She saw the man's face enlarging. Then a warm and soft sensation was felt from her lips.

"Ah~"

She emitted a soft moan as her mind went blank.

It was obviously a very tense atmosphere earlier, she thought she was going to die. Her instinct was screaming, telling her to run. Due to nervousness, her back was even full of sweat.

But… Never in her wildest dreams would she thought of the current scene. The young man was kissing her. Moreover, it wasn't just a simple kiss. The young man was very skillful in his actions.

"No! This won't do!" she screamed inside. Then she mustered all her strength and kicked.

"Ouch!" the passionate young man screamed. A greave-covered leg was impaled between his legs.

And that's how the mischievous Jhin got his first ball breaking moment.

Seeing the young man twisting and crumpling in pain, Crystal decided to escape. However, she just took a few steps when…

"Mischievous little girl!"

A furious whisper landed next to her ear. Then, she felt a pair of masculine arms wrapping from behind her. Warm breathing was felt on her jade-like neck.

"Ahh~"

She loudly moaned. She felt the young man's sharp fangs biting her neck. However, instead of feeling pain, she instead felt an extreme pleasure.

Her body shivers as she weakly leaned on his broad chest.