Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Who knows where the snake-man is hiding in this primeval jungle? All she wants now is to get out of this hellhole immediately.

Seeing this world so green all the time can be overwhelming.

The old paper was tinged with green.

She thought with a touch of regret: If only she could change her appearance at will like other demons. For example, she could become a human or a lizardman, observe a village for a while, and then transform into the corresponding race to negotiate.

What she needs most now is communication and negotiation, not to raise her sword against all living beings.

The six-armed serpent demon began to think seriously, trying to find a solution.

Within the emerald green vertical pupils, faint golden dots appeared.

That was the core of the six-armed serpent demon. After absorbing a large number of lizardman souls, it finally regained a small amount of activity and began to slowly operate in her mental world, subtly influencing her brain.

As the reborn woman continued to ponder, information deep within her mind gradually surfaced, as if she had known this information all along.

This information has nothing to do with the original owner's personal experience; it is all knowledge related to demons and some hidden inheritances.

She was shocked to discover after reviewing this information that the Six-Armed Serpent Demon once possessed a spell-like ability to freely change its appearance, but this spell-like ability was removed from the Six-Armed Serpent Demon's core due to a world energy change in the Abyss called "Version Errata".

This is so fucking outrageous.

"I hate this damn errata."

The six-armed serpent demon reborn, trapped in the jungle, massaged his throbbing temples while sorting through the newly added information in his brain.

The most conventional way to solve this problem is to achieve a leap in the nature of evil, that is, demonic sublimation.

The so-called demonic ascension is the transformation from a six-armed serpent demon into other demons, such as the fickle succubus, which has the ability to change its appearance at will; or it can transform into the highest eight-armed form of the six-armed serpent demon, and the ability to transform that was lost due to changes in the world's energy can be reawakened.

Any demon can achieve demonic sublimation by continuously absorbing the souls of intelligent beings, transforming them into demonic power, and repeatedly tempering its demonic body.

She silently made up her mind:

That's it for now. Let's set a small goal first, like I'll start by inhaling it—

—Don't be ridiculous, I can't do that here.

She sighed dejectedly.

The ascension of a demon requires a massive number of intelligent beings' souls, which is simply not feasible in this primeval jungle at the moment.

Even if the reborn were to engage in extreme, eco-destructive scavenging in this jungle like the protagonists of monster evolution web novels, leaving no stone unturned and not even sparing the souls of flies and rats (if small animals have souls), they probably wouldn't be able to gather the quantity and quality required for demonic ascension even after scavenging for ten thousand years.

She didn't want to waste any more time here.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to adopt another solution.

By consuming demonic power to inherit a profession, one can master the skills of shapeshifting or invisibility, which can be magical or spell-like abilities, or supernatural abilities.

Several career paths came to mind, but none of them were suitable.

With the six-armed serpent demon's aptitude, it would be very easy for both wizards and sorcerers to master it. However, the path of arcane magic can only be transformed after mastering the fourth-circle arcane arts.

Currently, the demonic power she can draw upon in her magic core is only enough for her to choose one profession to complete the basic introductory stage; the path of arcane magic is unrealistic for her.

Hmm, the "Possessed Demon" profession, exclusive to demons in the lower planes, might be worth a try.

This profession's inheritance, once mastered, allows one to conceal the practitioner's aura, render the practitioner a spirit, and even attach themselves to other inanimate objects, but—

The reborn couldn't help but complain:

"Doesn't this turn me into a spirit?"

Moreover, the randomness of the item she's attached to is too great. In this remote place, who knows when the item she's attached to will be found?

In the reborn individual's previous life's gaming impressions, the best shapeshifting class was undoubtedly the Druid.

However, there was absolutely no trace of this profession in their minds. It seems the Druid class is inherently incompatible with demons, and was directly erased from demonic knowledge by the Abyss…

Keep searching... shapeshift, shapeshift, invisibility... let's see if there's anything else suitable...

Hmm... what is it?

As the six-armed serpent demon continued to peruse knowledge about demons, its emerald green vertical pupils lit up.

This profession seems to perfectly suit her current needs.

One of the most malevolent lower-dimensional demonic lineages in the multidimensional universe, the "Mortal Hunter".

Chapter 13 The Pursuers Are Here

The concept of "Mortal" does not refer to humans alone, but includes humans, dwarves, goblins, lizardmen, and all living things, including dragons.

Compared to immortal gods and demons, those mortal beings who are not immortal but have a life cycle are different.

Therefore, "all men must die eventually".

The Mortal Hunter profession trains demons who specialize in hunting mortals.

In other words, it's a career lineage similar to that of a serial killer.

As a serial killer, the most important abilities are not only killing skills, but also disguise and infiltration: disguising oneself as an ordinary person and secretly lurking in ordinary society in order to secretly approach and hunt down selected targets.

The six-armed serpent demon reborn was not interested in most of the abilities inherited from this profession; what she valued was the supernatural ability to transform into a mortal.

This supernatural ability is called "a mortal body".

I remember a story in my past life from "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" called "Painted Skin". A demon put on human skin and disguised himself as a beautiful woman, mingling among humans. He even seduced a scholar and had many indescribable paid scenes with the young man.

The story of "Mortal Skin" and "Painted Skin" are somewhat similar in both name and meaning.

By using demonic power to graft a small piece of mortal flesh onto a demonic body, one can transform it into any kind of mortal creature.

Another advantage of the Mortal Hunter class is that the "Mortal Skin" ability has a very low barrier to entry. It's nothing like the Arcane Path, which is so complex and profound. As long as you start learning the Mortal Hunter class heritage, you automatically acquire the "Mortal Skin" ability.

She doesn't need to consume too much demonic power; the energy currently stored in her demonic core is enough to get started.

Although the ability of "mortal skin" was initially weak and limited in what it could do, only able to transform mortal hunters into humanoid creatures, such as humans or lizardmen.

However, for the reborn, achieving this step is more than enough, and they are overjoyed.

The six-armed serpent demon gave the pair of owl bear cubs a couple of hard strokes and then handed them to the dinosaur servant.

All the professional inheritances of demons are automatically attached to the depths of the magic core of every high-ranking demon.

Becoming a mortal hunter is actually very simple:

First, ignite hatred for a particular mortal, then expand that hatred to all mortal races in the world, unleashing anger and destructive intent. Finally, gather enough killing intent.

She coiled her snake body and began to gently sway her human form.

Close your eyes and enter into meditation.

Hatred...

An ashtray from my past life flashed before my eyes.

He held the ashtray in his hand and struck her hard on the temple. The blow was so sudden that she didn't even have time to react, didn't feel much pain, only a sudden dizziness in her head.

Only when she collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further, did the intense pain slowly surge up.

He straddled her, who was unable to move, and swung the ashtray, hitting her a second time, then a third time…

But strangely, she wasn't angry about it anymore.

Perhaps because this experience kept flashing through her mind, she gradually became able to observe it all with a detached eye.

By now, her feelings for him have long since faded.

Without love, there is no hate.

But she was determined to take revenge. Not for anything else, but for the life he had taken from her, for her heartbroken parents and family, and for the vows she had made countless times.

She wanted him to die a horrible death.

The devil is destruction, entropy, chaos, and evil.

Theoretically speaking, any world with intelligent life will have evil intentions. And as long as evil intentions exist, demons can locate that world and travel through time and space to descend upon it.

Her emerald green eyes gradually revealed longing and sadness.

If one can successfully master spells like interdimensional teleportation or interdimensional portals, and then manage to locate Earth from the vast multidimensional universe, perhaps one day one can return to one's original world...

The six-armed serpent demon did not continue thinking about it.

At this moment, she felt that as she continued to meditate, her mental world was shrinking, as if it was about to collapse into a singularity.

She vaguely saw emerald flames spewing from her mouth and nose, enveloping the demon's body.

Her body seemed to be burning.

The light of the magic core is gradually dimming.

The demonic power was relentlessly drawing out her demonic core, as if connecting to another dimension, and then dissipating to who knows where.

As the energy dissipated, the surface of the magic core was once again covered with numerous cracks of varying sizes, making it even more damaged than when she first awoke in the circular basement.

The demon core is on the verge of collapse, but the hatred is slow to coalesce.

The reborn individuals are starting to panic.

If things continue like this, not only might the inheritance of the profession fail, but my demonic body might also completely decay. It shouldn't be this unlucky, is being optimistic a sin?

Hatred, it must be intense hatred...

Just as she was feeling lost and helpless, another image uncontrollably surfaced in her mind:

It was a large, brownish mass.

The red mountain gorilla swung its thick arm.

The large lump spun and softly changed shape in the air, reminding her of the Indian paratha from her past life. It drew a curve in the air and flew onto her forehead.

"Bah"

That soft, warm touch, and the lingering scent filling my nostrils…

She immediately gritted her teeth, her pupils turning bloodshot.

A furious scream echoed through the sky: "Aaaaaah! I'll kill you all! And if I'm resurrected, I'll kill you all again!!!"

It startled countless birds in the primeval forest.

The demonic power, mixed with an incredibly strong killing intent, seemed to unleash some kind of violent chemical reaction.

The six-armed serpent demon was still swaying gently, but her transformation was so terrifying that the dinosaur beside her cowered behind a tree, clutching its baby owl bear in fear.

They watched her with trepidation.

Every inch of the six-armed serpent demon's skin, every muscle, even every scale, seemed to possess its own life. They twisted and struggled strangely, as if trying to break free from the constraints of her physical form.

At this moment, the demonic inheritance of the mortal hunter officially begins.

Old man Guruq stared intently at the pile of rotting flesh swarming with flies, his expression extremely serious.

Guluk was a dark-skinned old native.

He was completely naked, revealing his emaciated body and limbs, with only a gourd-shaped genital protector below his waist. His chest and nose were decorated with bone fragments and pebbles. He had sparse, short, curly white hair, revealing his dark scalp beneath. His forehead was also covered with chalk powder.

Hundreds of birds cried out in panic as they flew erratically across the sky. This caught Guruq's attention.

He raised his head and listened intently.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken this deal,” he muttered.

He had a strong sense of foreboding.

Behind him was a cacophony of noise, consisting of numerous indigenous tribal warriors and mercenaries dressed in a motley collection of clothing and wielding various weapons.

They didn't notice the sounds in the wind or the birds in flight; they were all staring in astonishment at the terrifying sight before Guruk.

The tall, burly employer, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, walked up to Guruk and looked down at the source of the swarm of flies: "Shaman, do you see anything?"

Guluk nodded.

"Very clear signs of battle."

Before him lay the ruined village of the lizardmen, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood beside the village fence.

“It was your prey that did it, General Tanker.”

Chapter 14 An Enemy Within Reach

Utter darkness, and a buzzing roar, as if something was whispering in my ear.

The six-armed serpent demon tried hard to see where it was.