Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Forced Play Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Forced Play “Lord Chaoyang, the bag is ready,”
came Dane’s voice from outside the door.

At this moment, Chaoyang actually slowly released his grip.

It was not because he couldn’t bear it or intended to let her suffocate on her own, but rather, in the flickering fragments of memory, he caught a glimpse of an unusual emotion. Its tone did not match the rest of the memories, like a hidden reflection under the light. As for the origin of this faint negative emotion, although Chaoyang couldn’t be one hundred percent certain, he had a fairly good guess.

After discovering this flaw, an entirely new idea inadvertently surfaced in his mind!

——That was to take control of Ailuodi and have her serve the Demons!

This notion might sound far-fetched, but with closer consideration, it becomes clear that Angels and Demons don’t actually have fundamental conflicts. Should it succeed, the rewards for him would be immense.

After all, Chaoyang’s most frequent complaint was about his own combat ability. If he could rope in an Angel as a bodyguard, wouldn’t he make a fortune? Under the constraints of a contract, Demons do not fear the so-called “betrayal.” The only difficulty lies in the other party willingly signing the contract—once the contract is sealed, Ailuodi naturally could no longer pose any threat.

Besides this main reason, Chaoyang also wanted to obtain more information about his “natural enemies” from her.

If he wasn’t in the Netherworld, if he happened to be in a city on Earth at that time… The outcome just now might have been completely different.

Moreover, the Dream Entering Technique does not allow for detailed questioning; to learn about the Angels, one must extract the information directly from her.

“No need for the bag for now, do you have an extra bedroll? Make one available for me,” Chaoyang picked up Ailuodi again, opened the door, and there stood a surprised Dane.

“I have one… but what are you planning to do?”

“Heal this Fiend,” he improvised on the spot.

“You… want to heal a Fiend?”

“Her descent into evil isn’t deep, there might still be hope for her,” Chaoyang offered him a smile, “The Lord hopes that Paradise does not turn away anyone, even a Fiend deserves a chance at redemption.”

Dane’s expression slightly changed.

The tension at the corner of his mouth relaxed considerably—it was clear that he had some reservations and concerns about eradicating a Fiend that looked exactly like a human girl, and now… his heart settled.

He was silently agreeing with this method.

This overly sensitive insight… Chaoyang shook his head helplessly. As he became more familiar with demonic abilities, he felt like he could converse with people even without speaking.

“Of course, please follow me!”

Dane turned and led the way.

Just then, Chaoyang felt a faint pulse of wishing power again!

What’s going on?

He definitely didn’t have any contracts in hand at the moment!

Could it be… related to the pure white threads on the reporter’s body?

Chaoyang looked at the other person with his Demonic vision and noticed the white threads were still there, unchanged from before.

“Lord Chaoyang?” Dane looked back at him.

“It’s nothing, let’s go,” Chaoyang recovered and said.

The whole ordeal dragged on from the afternoon straight through to the evening.

After all, Chaoyang wasn’t comfortable leaving Ailuodi in the care of two ordinary people, so he had to keep watch in the room. It wasn’t until the sky outside was filled with red clouds that she showed signs of waking up.

“Lord Chaoyang, she’s awake,” Judy was the first to notice.

Chaoyang nodded and stood up to walk to the bedside—he took the opportunity when the others weren’t looking to create another clone, while his main body stayed away from the bedroom. This approach was certainly a waste of wishing power, but for safety’s sake, it was better not to skimp on that power. “You guys back up a bit, in case the Fiend lashes out and hurts someone.”

Dane and Judy obediently retreated to the doorway.

“Um… I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Judy cautiously said, “what exactly must be done to save a Fiend? You said she’s not a true human, so exorcism probably wouldn’t work, right?”

“Correct, only the power of God can restrain a Fiend,” Chaoyang replied nonchalantly, “To be honest, this is my first time attempting this, so I don’t know what the chances of success are. I can only do my best.”

“Good luck to you.”

“Mmm…” The girl let out a pained groan and slowly opened her eyes. Her blue pupils were clearly unfocused, indicating she had yet to recover from extreme weakness.

“You’ve been asleep for quite a while,” Chaoyang said, leaning over.

“This place is…” She squinted and looked around for a while before her expression suddenly changed. “You’re that Demon!”

As she spoke, she tried to sit up, only to find that her hands and feet were tied to the edges of the bed frame.

A look of fear flashed across Ailuodi’s face.

And Chaoyang didn’t miss this slight change.

“Fiend, do not disrespect Mr. Chao!” Judy leaned out and shouted.

“Fiend? Fiend?” She turned her head in astonishment, only then noticing two other people in the room. With her keen eyes, it wasn’t hard to tell that they were both ordinary humans.

Seeing her gaze sweep over, Judy quickly hid behind Dane.

“You… you haven’t signed a contract yet…” Ailuodi said weakly, “Leave this place quickly, don’t believe anything that man says! As long as you don’t sign the contract, there’s still hope for you…”
“They’ve signed it,” Chaoyang said abruptly. “To be more precise, the contracts are already complete, which is why you see no trace.”

He faintly sensed that the Angel might also have a unique vision, used to track down Demons, including the ability to see through illusions.

Ailuodi clearly didn’t believe it, “Hmph, is this another one of your tricks? If they had completed the contracts, you would probably be playing with their souls by now!”

Chaoyang just shrugged, unconcerned—he knew he didn’t need to refute this himself.

As expected, Judy immediately defended him, “Mr. Chao is not lying to you, he truly has made a contract with me, and it’s flawless! Although I don’t know what you mean by ‘souls,’ it sounds like a lie!”

Ailuodi opened her mouth but was left momentarily speechless.

A slight smile appeared in Chaoyang’s heart. He had kept the two there exactly for this effect, “Your name is Ailuodi, right?”

“How do you know my name?” The other party was startled again.

“So you don’t even know about the ‘Dream Entering Technique,’ how can you be so sure that a contract would take a person’s soul?” Chaoyang said indifferently. “Of course… the ‘Dream Entering Technique’ is not harmful. If I hadn’t planted knowledge in your dream, we’d still be talking past each other right now.”

“I—” Ailuodi abruptly closed her mouth.

It was clear that only now had she realized that what she had been speaking was not any language from Earth.

“You haven’t answered my question, Fiend!” Chaoyang suddenly raised his voice, his tone shifting from calm to severe, and demanded, “Have you ever met anyone like me before? If not, how can you assume that a stranger would take another’s soul?”

Ailuodi seemed to be asked this sort of question for the first time, and after struggling for a while, she countered, “But you—”
Chaoyang grabbed a handful of prepared flour and threw it in her face. “Exorcise!”

“Cough cough cough…” Ailuodi inadvertently inhaled some flour and began coughing violently.

“Answer me!”

“Because of awakening—”
Chaoyang threw another handful of flour!

“Don’t try to dodge the question with irrelevant talk, answer my question, have you ever met anyone like me before!”

“I…”

“Exorcise!”

“Cough cough—ugh cough cough cough—” Ailuodi coughed so violently that her back curled.

“Is this the rite of exorcism of the gods of Paradise? Incredible…” Dane pulled out a notebook and pen from his bosom, “Please allow me to record this.”

After several rounds, the girl’s hair and cheeks were covered in a fine dust of flour, and her weakened voice was punctuated only by coughs.

“I… say…”

Chaoyang reached into the flour bag again, “Exorcise!”

“Your Excellency, what she tried to say just now seemed to be an attempt to speak.” It was Judy who reminded him.

Chaoyang’s hand paused.

Ailuodi’s expression looked as if she was on the verge of crying. After gasping for air, she said disjointedly, “I haven’t met anyone… cough cough… can I say that now!”

Dane and Judy exchanged glances, the same thought occurring to both of them.

The Fiend had submitted.