NOVPUBTonight, while he was attending the banquet in Poson Demon World, the other party not only refrained from taking action against him but rather infiltrated Huadu’s urban area, even reaching the South Bank where The Senate resides.
Nigel didn’t stay for a moment longer, determined to break out of the banquet hall.
However, as soon as he thought to leave, he felt his feet bound by a tremendous force.
He looked up.
All he saw was Perlman’s gaze locking onto him.
Perlman’s wordless silence seemed to insist on having Nigel witness everything.
"..."
Nigel’s hand, originally ready to grip the short blade inside his jacket, ultimately relaxed with great effort.
Or perhaps even if he rushed back to South Bank now, it would be too late.
The scene continued.
A shadowy figure in a grey cloak dragged a long officer researcher’s body, indifferently making its way through the museum-like purgatory, past glass jars containing floating internal organs, and along the way there were even living beings within life support pods.
Directly to the heart of the research facility.
A thickly sealed door, covered with Anti-Magic Steel and inscribed with Runes and Curses.
This time.
He lifted the mutilated research chief, aligning their eyes with the scanning Magic Device, and inserted the chief’s key into the slot beside the door.
A series of sealed doors twisted open.
The space on the inner side of this secret chamber was a world apart from the outside.
The pitch-black walls covered in frost devoured the majority of the light and echoes, leaving not even a trace of breathing to be heard.
Only that oppressive silence and the impenetrable blackness remained.
In the center of the room, several pillars of Anti-Magic Steel extended upward, connected to chains, the Runes on the steel columns flickering with faint red lights in the darkness.
The end of the chain was bound to a mechanical book as black as ink, wrapped in layers.
At a glance, it was evident that this was a book-type Magic Device, a forbidden object capable of overturning the world’s conventions.
Multiple Barriers cycled around the book, visible one moment and hidden the next.
The mysterious figure approached the Magic Book, again summoning deep blue flames, with chains breaking in response, and barriers shattering inch by inch.
As the flames died down, he slowly reached out and took the damaged, dangerous Magic Device.
"..."
Under the hood of the cloak, the shadowy figure’s lips curled slightly upward.
He knew very well how to use this Magic Device, even though the edges looked like an incomplete puzzle missing a few pieces, it slowly came back to life in his hands.
The book was completely black, a darkness so deep it swallowed the light, as if it were made from the endless darkness of an abyss, yet alive.
Once the cover was opened, it transformed into a door to an unknown realm, with dense alchemical patterns snaking across the surface, as if they would leap off at any moment and transform into terrifying Demon Creatures.
Embedded along the spine of the enormous book was a series of dark red eyeballs, continuously shifting up and down, dull and lusterless, like solidified blood droplets.
[Parlony’s Record of Resentment]
[Category: Magic Device]
[Grade: Red Legend (Damaged)]
[Tier: 8]
[Effect: Under the premise of knowing the true name and understanding the contract structure, the owner can bestow a Curse upon members of the Demon Race with a contract, causing them to experience significant spiritual pressure and have a chance to enter a Super Madness state that burns away their life. Due to damage to the Magic Device, its effects are unstable and cannot be cast directedly.]
[Note: There is no forgiveness, no liberation, my hatred and rage burn in Hell, and one day, they will burst forth from Hell, incinerating the world, purging this filthy world, eradicating this fallen species.]
At that moment, before the scene could change, Perlman’s mansion’s banquet hall erupted in panicked screams.
"Is the legend of the Great Sorcerer Parlony really true?"
"The Senate, they didn’t destroy this book but kept it hidden for research? What exactly do they intend to do, enslave us completely?"
"So the reason the Curse couldn’t be eradicated for a hundred years, the chief culprit turns out to be those greedy humans from The Senate?!"
About this Magic Device and the story of the Great Sorcerer Parlony, all members of the Demon Race who had lived in Poson Demon World for lengthy years harbored deep fear.
Even Nigel’s pupils were fixed on the screen, trembling incessantly.
"How is this possible?"
There were still some questions uttered by members of the Demon Race more sympathetic to humans, disbelief filling their eyes.
"This is exactly what is happening at this very moment," Perlman said calmly, as if stating an overwhelmingly simple fact.
He tapped his cane on the ground once more.
The glass facade outside the mansion and the public giant screens between cities were also synchronized to broadcast, and the night screens in all ten districts of Poson Demon World simultaneously displayed this absurd scene to all residents of the Demon World.
"The Senate secretly assembled a research facility a hundred years ago, which has been studying the remaining parts of [Parlony’s Record of Resentment] and repairing them into a gradually controllable state, but the Curses it emitted have been contaminating this land for years," Perlman asserted, his thin lips pursed with a meaningful sneer,
"I was once naïvely convinced that humans could coexist harmoniously with the Demon Race. I pursued that dream ceaselessly, made compromises for it, and as that dream that clouded my vision over the years shattered like a bubble, I finally confirmed that humans, being such foolish and ignoble creatures, have desires that ferment and never stop, and for them, they can turn into something even more terrifying than Demons. I don’t regret the price I paid, looking back today, because it allowed me to see many things clearly," he said, his voice tinged with resignation, regret, and an indescribable anger.
