Succubus Master

VOL.1

Chapter 1: Forest Amazement

In silence he walks where mortals kneel

A shadow crowned in god-forged power.

Sent by Hades, crowned in darkness,

To conquer land and hearts, to carve a name.

No light will guide, no prayer will save--

The messenger comes from beyond the grave.

Fate will change, temples and church will fall,

All shall kneel where his footsteps fall.

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"Hahh… hahh… hahhh…"

Roger's breath harsh, broken gasps as he slumped against the trunk of a towering tree, its massive branches casting shadows over him. The forest around him had gone still..too still. Each heaving breath scraped against his throat, his legs barely able to hold him up, his face bloodless with sheer terror.

His teacher had just been torn in half.

Not slain. Not cut down honorably in combat.

Ripped apart.

The image burned behind his eyelids—those claws slicing through John's body like paper, the explosive spray of blood, the scream that had been snatched away before it could even leave his lips. Roger clamped a trembling hand over his mouth, choking back a sob. Sweat, cold and clammy, soaked his worn leather armor, gluing it to his skin.

"Grrrrhhhkkk… kkrrhhhggghh…"

The revolting sounds of something gnawing, tearing, feasting—just beyond the trees—made him want to crawl into the roots of the earth and vanish. Every instinct screamed at him to run. But his body refused. He couldn't even move. Could barely breathe.

Whatever that thing was… it wasn't natural. It wasn't a beast.

It was something else.

John had been a fifth-level swordsman—strong enough to earn a noble title in the Imperial Capital. A man who'd trained Roger since he could hold a sword. A mentor. A father in all but blood. Together, they'd hunted monsters, crossed wastelands and wildlands.

And yet that creature had torn him to pieces in seconds.

Roger was seventeen, not a child. He had seen blood. Fought monsters. Trained since the age of six under John's merciless discipline. He'd reached the third level of swordsmanship and could hold his own against most threats.

But this?

This thing made every ounce of fight in him shrivel and die. He hadn't even had the will to draw his blade. Only to run.

He hadn't even begun to grieve. There was no space for grief—only paralyzing dread. The man who had raised him, protected him, stood beside him every step of the way... gone. Consumed. And Roger had done nothing but run and pray.

Damn it... I told you not to come to this cursed place! But no, you just had to drag me here!

The words screamed inside his mind, but he didn't dare whisper them aloud.

Two days ago, they'd been planning their next hunt. Roger had suggested something simple: the icy shores of the Magma River. Ice Beasts, low-grade crystals, decent money. Safe. Predictable. Far from danger. But John—stubborn, reckless John..had insisted on Ravenfall Forest.

"Higher risk, higher reward," he'd said.

They'd fought about it. Loudly. Roger hadn't spoken to him for hours afterward.

Ravenfall had looked like a dream—lush, endless green, wildflowers in bloom, vibrant exotic fruits, clear streams through moss-covered rocks. But it was a lie. A beautiful lie.

One of Nirn's infamous "Places of No Return."

It earned the name honestly. No one came back.

Generations of warriors—dragon-slayers, conquerors, legendary adventurers—had stepped into Ravenfall. None had returned. Most never made it past the edge. They were devoured before they had the chance to scream.

Too late now to curse John for it.

Roger held his breath, straining to hear beyond the trees. The sounds of chewing and cracking bone were fading, slowly swallowed by the quiet. He exhaled shakily, inching out from behind the tree, his mind finally able to think of escape.

They hadn't gone deep into the forest—he was sure of that. If he started moving now, he could reach the edge by nightfall. He might..just might..make it out alive.

He turned to get his bearings...and nearly wet himself.

It was there.

Not ten steps away, motionless and massive. Towering like a nightmare from the deepest abyss. Nearly four meters tall, the creature's form seemed to blot out the light. Its face was a vertical slit lined with rows upon rows of teeth, like a monstrous Venus flytrap. Blood still dripped from its claws—John's blood. Its long tail swayed lazily behind it, brushing leaves aside like an afterthought.

"D-Don't eat me… please… I-I don't want to die…"

Roger collapsed to his knees, hands over his face, curling in on himself like a terrified child. On the continent of Nirn, there may have been no warrior more afraid of death than Roger in that moment.

He didn't even try to fight.

Instead, memories spilled forth in a flood—his first brothel visit with John when he was twelve, awkward and flushed with excitement. Sharing drinks with fellow adventurers in bustling taverns. Pulling a magic crystal from a still-warm beast. The joy of holding a brand-new sword for the first time.

Is this what they mean by "life flashing before your eyes?"

Old John, you bastard... you dragged me here to die. If there's an afterlife, I swear I'm going to find you and beat your ass!

Roger shut his eyes, stretched out his neck, and waited.

And waited.

Seconds passed. Then a full minute.

Nothing.

Cautiously, he peeked between his fingers.

The creature hadn't moved.

It was still watching him. Unmoving. Unreadable. Not hostile. Not friendly. Just... watching.

Slowly, Roger rose to his feet, heart pounding so hard it hurt. His knees threatened to buckle, but he stood anyway.

The monster shifted.

Roger flinched, ready to bolt—but something felt wrong.

It wasn't attacking.

It was... changing.

The black mass of its body began to ripple, its form twisting like thick, molten tar. Limbs wobbled and compressed. Bones seemed to vanish, sucked inward with grotesque squelching sounds. The beast reshaped itself, collapsing into a single pulsing black orb.

Then—

Boom!

The sphere exploded in a blast of viscous black slime, thick and reeking. The air filled with the stench of rot and sulfur. Even from a distance, Roger felt the muck splatter against his face—warm and wet.

"Huh?" Roger frowned in confusion. The black mucus did not emit a foul smell or a bloody smell, but rather a strong, obscene smell. Roger was very familiar with this smell. It was this smell when he licked the pussy of a prostitute named Saron in Maple Leaf Town two days ago.

"Come here, boy." A charming call came into his ears. The sound like a gasp made Roger's blood boil. He looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a naked woman standing there where the black ball had just exploded.

No, or rather, a female demon.

A pair of long red horns rising into the sky, a pair of blood-red pupils, long silver hair, and a face of incomparable beauty, a pair of exaggeratedly large breasts, and big firm buttocks, and her pussy hide behind a small bush, a slender and constantly swaying tail and a pair of pitch-black demonic wings.

Succubus.

Roger once heard an adventurer describe the appearance of a succubus, and it was exactly the same as the one before him. This kind of monster, which represents the utmost lust and evil, usually only appears in the high-level hells. Roger did not expect to see it on the continent of Nirn. Influenced by her beautiful appearance and lewd aura, he lost his mind for a moment and could not help but follow her call, walking towards her step by step.

"You want..." The succubus's body was filled with the smell of lust. When she saw Roger approaching her, she suddenly stretched out her right hand, reached into Roger's pants, grabbed Roger's lower body, and gently stroked the hot cock, saying in a charming voice: "What do you want to do to me?"

Roger swallowed his saliva. Unable to speak due her aura, he could only nod his head desperately.

"Hehe..." The succubus smiled, and that smile was so beautiful that it was truly enchanting. Suddenly she pulled down Roger's pants, and with a "swish", Roger's pants fell to his knees. She squatted down, took Roger's cock into her mouth, and began to suck and lick it.

"Oh... My Holy Father! Oh my God..." Roger almost fainted because of the beauty. He started visiting prostitutes at the age of twelve, and he had sleep with at least a dozen women every year with John, but no woman had ever made him feel so good. His sexual ability is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is no problem for him to have sex with two or three women in one night. But in front of this succubus, he actually ejaculated before she had even blew him for a minute. The thick white semen filled the beautiful succubus' mouth, and her charming facial features and expression made her look even more lewd.

"Haha... now it's your turn..." The succubus spit out Roger's cock and stood up from the ground. Seeing Roger slumped on the ground with pleasure, she couldn't help but feel playful and stood up and presented her vagina to Roger.

The skin of the demons is bluish, so what Roger saw under the desolate grass was a light blue abalone. He reached out and pried open the abalone, revealing the soft pink flesh inside, from which gray-brown vaginal fluid was still flowing out.

"Ahh..." The succubus screamed, arousing Roger's desire again.

On impulse, Roger grabbed the succubus's buttocks with both hands, stuck out his tongue and licked her vulva fiercely. Then the tongue, like a small cock, suddenly drilled into the succubus's vagina. The greyish liquid is like a nectar. But Roger felt that it was like a heavenly rain, so delicious that it was intoxicating. He only hated that his tongue couldn't grow longer so that it could penetrate deeper into the succubus's vagina.

"Oh...oh...ah...your tongue is so good! Ah..." the succubus screamed passionately and pressed her lustful vagina hard against Roger's face. Keep brushing back and forth.

"Agghn!" The passionate moan seemed to ignite something. Roger suddenly pushed the succubus down like a wild beast, turned over and pressed on her. One hand vigorously rubbed her big breasts, and with the other hand held his cock, which had already been as hard as a steel sword, and pressed it against the succubus's vagina.

"Come, fuck me... fuck me... come in quickly..." the succubus shouted loudly, her voice sharp and piercing.

Roger, who had lost his mind, suddenly raised his hips and pushed forward, and the entire penis pushed in. The big cock that he was so proud of, the one that made countless prostitutes dream about it and scream in ecstasy, suddenly hit the soft flesh at the end. The succubus suddenly howled, it was an extremely happy and beautiful howl.

"It feels so good... hurry up... hurry up... it feels so good! Fuck me hard... fuck me ..." As the cock twitched, the magic fluid in the succubus's body kept flowing like a flood breaking through a dam, and the gray-brown liquid immediately flowed all over the ground. She kept twisting her hips to please Roger, pinching her other breast with her left hand, touching the fleshy bud on her vagina with her right hand, and her legs tightly wrapped around Roger, enjoying it to the fullest.

Roger was so excited that he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap the succubus. With a "snap" sound, five finger marks were left on her pale blue butt. He panted and said, "Fuck, bitch, do you enjoy it when I fuck you?"

"It feels so good... so good..." The severe pain made the succubus even more excited. She smiled seductively and screamed even louder. "Fuck me harder!"

"Huh... Huh... Huh..." Roger used more and more force. His big cock was like a hammer hitting a cast iron sword, constantly pounding into the succubus's secret passage, squeezing out waves of her vaginal liquid.

Suddenly, Roger felt a numbness in his waist. He knew he had reached his limit, so he pushed hard and his big cock penetrated the deepest part of the succubus, where he started to ejaculate. The thick white liquid poured into the succubus's womb in large quantities.

"Ah! Ah!" The succubus's body trembled suddenly when she was poured with this semen. Her vagina contracted and waves of vaginal fluid spurted out. If it weren't for Roger's penis blocking it, it would have sprayed out so high that no one knew how high it would have gone.

After pulling out his penis from the succubus's vagina and watching the milky white liquid slowly flowing out of her vagina, Roger lay on his back contentedly on the ground, breathing heavily.

"This is so fucking awesome!" Roger sighed. He felt like all the times he had fucked these past few years were in vain. After fucking this succubus, if he were asked to fuck those prostitutes with mediocre looks again, he would not be able to do it. Thinking of this, Roger couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Before he could catch his breath, he suddenly felt a body coming towards him. Roger looked down and saw it was a succubus.

Her wings drooped, and her full breasts were flattened against his chest. Her delicate nipples scraped his skin, and her vagina, which was filled with his fluid, rubbed against his thighs. Waves of sticky feeling came from under his feet.

Leaning over, the succubus placed her mouth next to Roger's ear and whispered coquettishly:

"I want to..."

Chapter 2: The God of Chaos

From morning to dusk, he did it countless times, and Roger felt as if his soul had been drained by this succubus.

Until the last drop of semen shot into the succubus' body, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes turned black and he fainted.

When he woke up, Roger was already in a spacious hall. An unknown temple, carved from milky white jade, looks very solemn and majestic. The decoration inside the temple is simple. Except for four huge stone pillars carved with the image of God Vermeer supporting the dome, there is only a statue that has never been seen before.

The statue was also carved from a huge white stone. He was covered in heavy armor, with only a bald head showing. There was a sun disc mark on his white forehead, and seven gems of different colors were inlaid on the mark. The eyes under his forehead were wine red and seemed to be flashing a strange light. The entire statue is about ten meters tall and looks very imposing, as if it has the power to conquer everything. Roger was like a humble little mouse in front of it.

"Isn't this God the Father?" Roger sat up with his hands, feeling weak all over, with waves of numbness in his waist and no strength in his legs. He was surprised when he saw the statue. Because now in the continent of Nirn, people have long abandoned their belief in the ancient gods, and people in almost all countries believe in the only true God in heaven, Father Vermeer.

There are people who believe in ancient gods, but most of them are alein races or secluded tribes who live in seclusion, or some secret churches. Moreover, Roger once read the book about ancient gods, "Records of Ancient Gods and Demons", in Rona's Adventurer's Guild, and the gods in it did not have this image. This made him wonder - what kind of god is this?

Or is it the devil? Or a demon?

"Are you confused?" A voice as loud as a bell came into Roger's ears. It seemed to come from eternity, deep and majestic, and it even kept echoing in his ears. This voice made people involuntarily feel awe. Seeing Roger dumbfounded, the owner of the voice continued: "I am the God of Chaos, the ruler of the new world, the supreme - Hades."

As soon as the voice fell, two red rays of light shot out from the wine-red eyes of the statue. The light was like a speeding poisonous snake and quickly drilled into Roger's head. The light brought Roger a memory, which was recorded in ancient books about the great event of the collective demise of ancient gods - the Ragnarok of the Gods.

The ancient gods were divided into two factions, one headed by the god of light, Fren, representing the righteous gods of ultimate goodness and beauty, and the other headed by the god of destruction, Warren, representing the demon gods of ultimate evil. The two factions of gods fought for millions of years using humans, demons, beasts, and the undead as chess pieces, and finally fought in the great war a few thousand years ago.

The battle was so fierce that the mountains and seas roared, the sky and the earth changed color, and in the end both sides died together. The old gods disappeared into history, and the new god Vermeer was born. He accepted many believers, constantly performed miracles, and saved the suffering human race. The number of believers continued to increase over time until it became a unified church in various countries. From then on, a new chapter in Nirn's history began.

This was Roger's favorite story from Old John since he was a child. He knew it so well that he could even remember the names of all the gods in the War. However, this red light gave Roger a more secret memory, a memory that Roger had never heard of anyone before.

The so-called fall of the gods was actually just the destruction of those gods who were not strong enough, while the six truly powerful gods, the leaders of the righteous gods and the evil gods, were simply too deeply wounded and fell into a long sleep. The god of light, Fren, the god of law, Sudarion, the goddess of nature, Hemir, the god of destruction, Warren, the god of desire, Ymir, the god of curse, Juan, their bodies were badly damaged, but their souls were immortal, and they escaped into the void to recuperate.

But what the six main gods could not have imagined was that during the years of sleeping in the void, their souls were pulled by a strange force and slowly merged together. After nearly a thousands of years of evolution, a new god was finally created, known as Hades, the God of Chaos. He possesses the power of the six main gods to destroy the world, as well as the justice, reason, kindness, destruction, desires, and malice represented by the six main gods. Several godheads that should have been mutually exclusive were gathered together, making it appear extremely chaotic.

Seeing Roger slowly digesting these contents, Hades' voice came again: "I will soon come to Nirn and become the new Lord God. Are you willing to become my servant?"

"Servant of God?" Roger looked confused. "What can a servant of God gain?"

As Roger is an adventurer, he will naturally not do anything unless it is beneficial. This is a bad habit he learned from following old John for so many years. No matter how righteous or how wonderful your words sound, he will not be interested in something that does not bring him any benefit. Adventurers have no faith, or rather, gold, silver, treasures, beautiful women and weapons are their faith, so they instinctively ask this question.

"As my servant, you will naturally gain my divine power and possess the ability to surpass all life outside of me. However, you must also take responsibility."

"What responsibility?"

"Find the remaining five ancient temples on the continent of Nirn, awaken the divinity of the remaining five gods, and allow my soul to cross the void and descend to Nirn. By then, I will form a true body in Nirn and become the true master of heaven, the human world, hell, the undead, and the void, becoming the one and only - the creator god."

Roger was deeply shocked by this conversation. No matter whether this god was really that powerful or not, he was shocked by his ambition.

"I have another small question." Roger asked cautiously, "If I become a servant of God, do I need to be abstinent like the priests?" This question is very important to Roger. He himself is a man who loves meat and also loves beautiful women. If he is asked to be abstinent like those priests after becoming a servant of God, he would rather die.

"Ymir is the demon god that represents evil desires, what do you think?" Hades asked humorously.

Roger pondered for a long time, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. After a while, he finally made up his mind, nodded, and said to the statue: "In this case, please God Hades grant me divine power, I will travel all over the continent of Nirn and find the remaining five temples for you."

"Do you think your current body can withstand my divine power?" Hades's deep voice was full of contempt and disdain. The wine-red eyes shone brightly and suddenly turned scarlet.

Roger looked down at his body. Indeed, his body had been almost hollowed out by the succubus. Now, let alone enduring divine power, he would be crushed to the ground if blown by a strong wind. Thinking of the succubus, Roger couldn't help but shudder.

He looked around and found that the succubus who finally was dressed is kneeling silently not far from him, facing the statue, trembling all over, as if she had encountered something that frightened her. Upon closer inspection, there was thick black blood at the corner of her mouth, and she seemed to be injured.

"This..." Roger pointed at the succubus and looked at the statue of Hades with curiosity.

"This is the fate of being a servant of God but disobeying God's will. Lilith, next time if you hurt the body I choose to descend without my permission, I will throw you into the world of the dead and let you taste the taste of eternal damnation."

"Yes, I will never...never dare to do it again..." Becoming a conscious undead is the most terrifying thing for any creature. Lilith was so scared that her voice trembled and she kowtowed to the ground desperately. This made Roger feel mixed emotions. His teacher John was originally an insurmountable peak in his heart, but he was ripped apart by Lilith's claws in the morning. When he thought about how terrible a monster Lilith was, now she knelt in front of the statue and trembled like a humble ant. This was the first time Roger felt how important absolute strength is.

"You, take him to the side hall, scrape the scales off the silver dragon that died not long ago, cut the meat into thin slices and feed it to him until his body is reshaped. If you dare to do bad things again, you know the consequences."

"Yes, my lord!" Lilith looked humble. She did not dare to show even a hint of coquettishness in front of Hades.

However, Roger on the side was already scared silly, his mouth was now wide open enough for a potato to fit in. The dragon is a top-level existence beyond the rank of magical beasts, and the silver dragon is even more of a noble among dragons, the best among dragons. Their bodies can control all magical elements and are immune to almost all magical elements. The most terrifying thing is their dragon language magic, which can cast a forbidden spell to destroy things at any time. Now it's just like the sashimi of the sea creatures, can they be eaten whenever they want?

"Hehe." Facing Roger, Lilith finally didn't have to be so humble. She smiled seductively and walked towards Roger leisurely with her hips twisted.

The waves of lustful fleshy scent were getting closer and closer, and Roger couldn't help but think of the great intercourse he had with her, and the tragic scene of him being exhausted and fainted by her. Although it was very exciting, he was also instinctively scared. He couldn't help but shrink back and swallow nervously.

"Don't be afraid. I won't eat you now. I have to heal your weak body first. Hehehe..." Lilith found Roger's frightened look particularly funny. She bent down, stretched out her hand and gently touched Roger's face. The pair of huge breasts swayed in front of Roger. Although Roger was powerless now, he couldn't help but get angry when he saw the rolling breasts.

"It's not coming again, is it?" Roger was conflicted, feeling both excited and scared, which made his face look particularly distorted and hideous. But he had no idea that Lilith's magic tail had quietly climbed up his thigh. The slender tail slowly swam to the base of his thigh, then suddenly shrank, slipped to his ankle and wrapped around it, immediately lifting him upside down, just like when he used to hold up the wild rabbit he had just hunted when he spent the night in the wild.

"I hope she won't do anything to me..." Like a mouse caught by a cat, Roger was trembling all over and muttering to himself.

Chapter 3: Baptism

No one knew how much time had passed, but Roger had forgotten the time while staying in this place called a side hall but actually a cave. Lilith would bring him a large bowl of chopped silver dragon meat every day. Because the dragon corpse does not decay, the meat is always in the most delicious state, and it can be regarded as a unique delicacy when eaten. But no matter how delicious the food is, if you keep eating it, it will eventually become boring. Roger's mouth had become dry from eating dragon meat day after day.

Fortunately, he could still feel that his body was getting stronger and stronger, even stronger than before, which made him look forward to it, so he ate the dragon meat very hard even if it was tasteless.

This cave may have been a dragon's lair, for it was filled with all kinds of treasures and weapons, and looked like a glittering hill from a distance. Roger almost fainted with excitement when he first entered the cave. In the free time after eating dragon meat, Roger, apart from being teased by Lilith, spent the rest of the time simply organizing those treasures.

He threw aside the ordinary gold and silver items. These treasures, which were neither valuable nor cumbersome, were the first to be excluded from his list. Then came the ornaments that looked gorgeous but were completely useless, followed by raw materials such as the horns and teeth of certain monsters. These were of little use to Roger now.

What he wanted more were things that could be directly exchanged for gold coins, such as high-level magic crystals dropped from top-level monsters. However, not every monster could generate magic crystals, and the higher-level the monster, the harder it was to hunt. So Roger turned the hill upside down and found two top-level ninth-level magic crystals, four eighth-level magic crystals, and nine seventh-level magic crystals.

But these magic crystals were enough to make Roger ecstatic. You know, a complete ninth-level magic crystal is extremely valuable. Once it appears at an auction, it is guaranteed to attract countless nobles and businessmen. To put it simply, the money exchanged for a ninth-level magic crystal can support all the civilians in a medium-sized city to live peacefully for more than ten years.

Of course, Roger did not forget to put a few gold coins in his purse. After all, if he had to travel in the future, it would be impossible to use magic crystals to trade with others, so it would always be good to have some small change in hand.

After choosing the money, it is naturally time to choose the equipment. However, this silver dragon does not seem to have a hobby of collecting equipment, and most of the equipment collected in this cave are flashy and impractical. Roger searched for a long time before he barely found two pieces of equipment that he liked.

A two-handed heavy sword forged from unknown materials, seemingly simple and unadorned. There is also a piece of leather armor that is light to carry, ingeniously designed and very tough. It seems to be made of the skin of a red-eyed dragon python, and one can faintly feel waves of magical elements flowing on it. There are a few full body armors in the cave, which are both gorgeous and practical, but a bit heavy to wear. Roger silently ignored them based on his principle of being a swordsman as elegant as the wind.

After choosing the food, Roger spent most of the rest of the time eating dragon meat and practicing swordsmanship. Roger didn't know what kind of divine power Hades would give him. Rather than trusting Hades, he would rather use the practical swordsmanship skills he had learned over the years to kill the enemy.

So since he was able to move, he has never stopped practicing his swordsmanship for a single day. This was also due to the strict discipline of old John. Although he taught his apprentice a lot of bad habits, he was meticulous in teaching him swordsmanship.

"Haha, you are really diligent when practicing sword skills, much more diligent than when you make love."

Roger was practicing when Lilith's teasing words suddenly came out and almost sprained his waist. The two-handed sword was extremely heavy to begin with, and now Roger's body tilted, and he was carried away by the sword for a long distance before he stopped.

Roger turned around and glared at Lilith fiercely, saying angrily: "When I recover, I will fuck you so hard that you can't get up for days!"

"Hehe, I'll be waiting then." Lilith covered her mouth and smiled, pointing towards the main hall and said, "Your body has almost recovered, the master wants you to go over there and receive the baptism."

Roger followed Lilith back to the main hall. He saw that in front of the statue of Hades, a magic circle with strange runes had been drawn at some point. The sun disc mark in the center of the formation is exactly the same as the one on Hades' forehead.

"Go to the center of the formation." Hades's deep, bell-like voice appeared in Roger's mind. He followed the instructions and walked step by step into the formation.

"Kneel down and close your eyes."

After Roger finished all this, Lilith quietly left the main hall. The eyes of the Hades statue began to shine, and that light was as dazzling as the sun in the sky. As the light grew brighter, the sun disc mark on the forehead of the Hades statue began to wriggle as if alive, and along with it the sun disc mark under Roger's feet also moved. Soon, a huge pillar of light rose up from under Roger's feet, enveloping Roger in an instant.

If there was a mirror now, Roger could see his eyes, nose, mouth, and every hole in his body emitting light. But at this time he was in so much pain that he didn't even know where his eyes were.

He only felt as if he was pierced by countless thin and hard steel needles. Those needles pierced from bottom to top, from various parts of his body, and finally all returned to his brain. This feeling, even for a second, felt like ten thousand years had passed.

The beam of light was still continuing, and the seven beads on the head of the Hades statue suddenly flew out and shot into Roger's body, which was glowing all over, like arrows. The originally white beam of light suddenly turned into colorful ones, and Roger, who was originally kneeling on the ground, was lifted up by a force and suspended in the air.

Now he no longer felt the prick of the needle, but he felt as if his brain was being torn apart by something and some unknown substance was constantly being poured into it. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than before, and it made him feel like dying.

"My servant, are you in pain? Do you regret it?" Hades' voice floated into Roger's ears. To Roger, the voice was full of disdain and ridicule.

"Is it too late for me to regret now?" Roger laughed at himself in his heart, but in fact he was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

He doesn't know how long it took, but the colorful light column suddenly dissipated and turned into tiny dots of firefly floating in the air, filling the entire main hall, which was extremely beautiful. But to Roger, these things were uglier and more disgusting than the evil spirits from hell. Slowly falling from the sky, Roger did not feel any changes in his body at first.

But slowly he could feel that this body seemed to be constantly absorbing some subtle energy in the air. Roger had not figured out what this energy was, but this might be the magical ability given to him by Hades. Roger thought so.

"Close your eyes and feel the supreme power I bestow upon you..." Hades' voice with a long tail kept echoing in Roger's mind. He closed his eyes and only then did he truly see the changes in his body.

It turns out that once he closes his eyes, he can see a completely new scene inside his brain. Six stars of different colors: gold, green, red, gray, purple, and black. They are rotating around a transparent star that is larger than them.

"The divine art I bestow upon you is also called pupil art. Eyes are the windows to the soul, reflecting the power of the gods. Only by training your own eyes can you unleash my divine power to the fullest." Before Hades had finished his words, cracks began to appear on the gigantic statue of the god. "From now on, you are the messenger of chaos, the most honorable existence under the Lord God. You have twenty years to complete what you should do. If you cannot complete it within twenty years, then my divine power will naturally find another master. And when the divine power leaves your body, that will be the day of your sudden death..."

The sound became increasingly vague, and seemed to be getting farther and farther away, until the statue completely cracked and collapsed, and Roger finally came to his senses. As the statue collapsed, a big hole appeared in the dome. A long-lost ray of sunlight shone into the hall, bringing with it the scent of soil and the fragrance of flowers and plants, and even the faint sound of birdsong could be heard. This immediately gave Roger a feeling of being reborn.

The succubus Lilith walked slowly towards him with light and enchanting steps. She came behind Roger, looked at him with a smile, but did not say a word. Until Roger turned and met her eyes.

"You..." Roger wanted to ask her something, but didn't know where to start.

"I'm here to fulfill my Lord's final instructions." Lilith stuck out her tongue at Roger. Her charming look and playful tone made Roger's blood boil again.

Just as he was wondering what she wanted to do, Roger saw her kneeling on one knee. Lilith changed her frivolous look and became solemn, muttering something. Although Roger could not understand what the spells were, it sounded very solemn and he was embarrassed to interrupt her. Lilith's left hand was seen drawing in the air, while the sharp nails of her right hand were drawing on her chest, drawing a bloody hexagram.

"Oh my God! This is..." Roger's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He covered his mouth with his hands, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment.

The succubus in front of him actually took the initiative to sign a master-servant contract with him.

"I am the succubus Lilith. I am willing to dedicate my body and soul to my Lord Roger. I will become my Lord's weapon, tool, and eternal slave. From now on, if my Lord lives, I live. If my Lord dies, I die."

Every word of Lilith's words was deeply engraved in Roger's mind. You know, this is a contract embodied in the laws of the world and is not subject to interference from any force. Even Father Vermeer could not modify the execution of the contract. And now, he only needs to take the last step to get a wonderful female slave.

Roger's face twitched. Without saying a word, he put his index finger to Lilith's head, used her horn to cut his skin, and then placed the index finger with blood gushing out on the hexagram on Lilith's chest. He said in a trembling voice: "I accept Lilith surrender!"

"Damn it! A succubus whose strength is comparable to that of a magician, and an extremely slutty sex slave. Old John, I really love your decision!! When I go to the world of the dead in the future, I will have to prepare a good gift for you. Of course, if I can still go to the world of the dead." Roger thought to himself, unable to hold back his smile any longer, and a smile as obscene as it could be revealed on his originally handsome face.

"Nirn, your time has come, Roger..."

Chapter 4: Go to Kulun

"Aggh...oh...ahhn...Daddy...where are we going...ah...now?"

On the bumpy carriage, Lilith knelt on the seat, raised her plump round buttocks, and let Roger's penis thrust in and out of her body. Those huge breasts swayed with the rhythm like waves hitting the shore.

"Let's go to Kulun. We have to recruit some help there." Roger was sweating profusely. He pinched Lilith's buttocks hard with both hands and kept thrusting. After eating a large amount of silver dragon meat and with the transformation of Hades, this body will no longer be drained dry by Lilith. But this little slut was so energetic that Roger had been fucking her for several hours, but she didn't show any signs of fatigue.

"Harder... Daddy, you're making me feel so good... Aghhhn... I love you... I love you Daddy..." Lilith moaned passionately, kneading her breasts with both hands, and her saliva was all over the seat.

After coming out of Hades' temple, with the protection of Lilith, Roger fought and fled and finally escaped from the Ravenfall Forest amidst the siege of a group of monsters. They ran back to Maple Leaf Town overnight and arrived at noon.

Roger asked Lilith to stay in the jungle outside the town. He went in, bought a carriage, hired a coachman, and then rode non-stop with Lilith to the nearby big city of Kulun. Because succubi are good at changing, Roger made Lilith turn into a human.

Although her appearance did not change, her skin became whiter, her magic horns, magic wings and magic tail were retracted, and her pupils turned light blue. Roger bought a simple wizard apprentice robe from Maple Leaf Town and put it on Lilith without saying a word. From now on, Lilith's identity became that of a fledgling wizard apprentice.

Because the coachman stopped the carriage and saw Lilith's true form, the playful succubus cast a black magic on him, destroying his mind and turning him into a puppet who could only drive a carriage. Although Roger felt a little reluctant, he could only let Lilith do as she pleased, but after all, bringing a succubus with him might attract other people's attention. After all, demons are wanted by everyone in the continent of Nirn. If he travels with demons, he will be labeled a heretic and put on the stake.

"Baby... Daddy is coming..." Roger suddenly accelerated, and his big dick slammed into Lilith's uterus, causing a series of loud "pop" sounds as the skin and flesh collided.

"Daddy, pour it in quickly... Lilith wants to drink your milk... ah ah..." Lilith suddenly shouted with extreme pleasure, her whole body trembling. It turned out that Roger's hot semen had already poured into her uterus. Although the little succubus had transformed into a human form, her sexual fluids were still gray-brown, sticky and hot, spraying all over Roger's crotch.

Roger picked up a handful, raised his hand to smell it, and stuffed it into Lilith's mouth. The little succubus licked it with relish, as if it was the most delicious honey in the world. Pulling his hand away, Roger held Lilith's head and gave her a deep, wet kiss. This was the first time he kissed Lilith's mouth, and it felt sweet, as if he had just eaten some nectar.

"Baby, is daddy diligent now..." Roger sat down and held Lilith in his arms. He still remembered what Lilith had teased him last time, so he asked with a smile.

"Well... Daddy... Is hundred times better than before." Roger held one of Lilith's breasts in his hand and rubbed it continuously. She moaned a few times and twisted her body like a spoiled child. Because Roger didn't like her calling him master, he thought of many names in the past two days. Finally he get to this name. Every time Lilith called him "Daddy" in a tender voice, he became as excited as a tiger out of a cage.

Hearing this, Roger's dick, which had just softened, stood up again instantly. While he was fingering Lilith's little cunt, he was kissing Lilith's mouth wildly. Slowly, he lifted Lilith's ass and made her swallow his cock in a sitting position.

"Come on, baby, move yourself." Roger chuckled.

"Hmm..." Lilith twisted her buttocks obediently and slowly moved up and down on Roger. "Ah... Daddy's big dick hitting my womb."

Lilith was moving on top, and Roger was not idle either. He put one hand on Lilith's ass, and with the other hand he held Lilith's left breast, and put his mouth close to it and started sucking it with relish.

"Oh...oh...ahh...Daddy, I'm going crazy...Daddy..." Lilith was suddenly aroused by Roger's. Her moans resounded through the sky and she twisted her waist faster and faster.

The voice rose loudly. As a result of the two actions, the entire carriage shook even more violently. If this wasn't in the wilderness, it would probably have attracted passers-by to stop and watch.

The carriage traveled for two day and one night, and the two of them played in the carriage during the whole time except for the time of restroom or eating. After Roger's hard work, he finally conquered Lilith.

The little succubus was finally exhausted. She lay lazily in Roger's arms, not even having the strength to move a finger. The little cunt that had just been ejaculated in by Roger was opening and closing, and a thick white liquid was slowly flowing out of it. The entire carriage was filled with the two people's relieved gasps and the smell of lust.

Roger opened the carriage window and took a look. Kulun was already in sight. It should only take half an hour's drive to get there. The huge statue of God father Vermeer representing Kunlun was getting closer and closer. Roger looked at the statue and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Kulun is a large city in the western part of the Holy Lyon Empire. Because it is far away from the battlefield in the east, it has not been baptized by war. In addition, this is the location of Kulun's largest mercenary guild, so there are many merchants and adventurers coming and going, and the economy is very prosperous. It is called "the first city in the west" by the people of Lyon, and its status in the country is second only to the imperial capital of Alvia and the eastern fortress of Heidelberg.

Roger was relieved when he learned from Hades that he still had twenty years to complete the task. Twenty years was not too short. But he knew very well that it was impossible to complete the task by his own strength, so he needed help.

Although Lilith is powerful enough, once she reveals her power in this place where humans live, it will definitely bring disaster. If they were to encounter a being at the high levels, he and Lilith would surely die miserably, so Roger generally did not allow Lilith to use her black demonic magic.

As an adventurer, Roger has idolized the legendary mercenary king Red Saron since he was a child. Like Saron, he also wants to have an undefeated mercenary group of his own. But he had no strength and financial resources before, so establishing a mercenary group was just a fantasy for him. But now it's different. With those priceless magic crystals in his arms, he already has the capital.

Therefore, his first task in coming to Kulun this time was to register a mercenary group and recruit talents to develop and expand it.

"When I have a mercenary team like the Black Cross Knights, I can even turn Nirn upside down." Roger thought enviously.

The Black Cross Knights are the most legendary knight order in the entire continent of Nirn. They are affiliated with the legendary mercenary king Red Saron.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the Holy Lyon Empire, which ruled the entire continent of Nirn, was in national crisis. Their most heroic king, the great Frederick III, died of illness. The newly enthroned king, Varro the Great, imposed tyranny and heavy taxes for the sake of pleasure, which immediately aroused dissatisfaction among the people across the country.

Some small countries that had long harbored disloyal ideas rose up to resist the tyranny of the empire. At this time, the orcs in the north announced their independence from the rule of the empire and established a tribal alliance belonging to all orcs - Samir.

To make matters worse, just when the Holy Lyon Empire exhausted all its national strength to suppress Samir's independence, the pirate army from the east invaded the cities on the eastern coast, and in just one year, they swallowed up a quarter of the territory of the eastern continent of Nirn and established a new kingdom, called the Kingdom of Nord.

Nords, Lyon, Orcs. The three parties were divided and unwilling to submit to each other, and the war lasted for years. And in this troubled time, a legend was born. One is called Red Saron's mercenaries founded the Black Cross Mercenary Group in the troubled times, and continued to expand their power in the war.

In its heyday, the Black Cross Mercenary Group was divided into three legions: Black Cross Knights, Black Cross Iron Spears and Black Cross Crossbows. Each legion was the strongest force on the continent of Nirn. They were ready to attack wherever they went and kill anyone who stood in their way. Even the three major powers did not dare to provoke Red Saron's Black Cross Mercenary Group.

Then, with his strong personal charm, Red Saron called on almost all the mercenary groups in the continent of Nirn. They conquered the southern territory of the Lyon Empire and established a country belonging to all mercenaries, calling it the Land of Freedom or Freeland

Since then, the continent of Nirn has formed a situation of four strong competition, the aging but strong Holy Lyon.

Samir is powerful but lacks coordination.

Nord who is extremely martial and ignorant of magic. A free place with loose management but strong cohesion.

And Red Saron's name and deeds were also written into epics and widely circulated. Become the idol of all mercenaries and adventurers in later generations. In the hearts of the mercenaries, his status even exceeds that of God Vermeer.

He went over the history in his mind. John would tell him these things whenever the journey was boring. Whenever he talked about the exciting parts, his beard and saliva would fly, but little Roger always listened with great interest. Now what?

Roger withdrew his thoughts, looked down at Lilith who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and sighed softly. Life now is probably a hundred times better than the days before when he had no idea where to start, but Roger always feels like something is missing.

Perhaps, it is the remembrance of old John. After all, he was the person they depended on for so many years. Of course, if you ask Roger if he wants to go back to the past, he will just pinch the breasts of the lovely girl in his arms and give you a look as if you are looking at a fool.

A road led to the big city that was getting closer and closer. Slowly, the ground under the wheels was no longer mud, but a neat road paved with stone bricks. The sounds around were no longer the chirping of insects and birds, but were replaced by increasingly noisy human voices and the sound of horse hooves.

The air was filled with the smell of smoke and fresh bread. Soon, a huge city gate appeared in front of them. In front of the gate stood two rows of soldiers in heavy armor and full of energy. Roger looked at the griffin flag representing the Holy Lyon Empire flying on the top of the city wall, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Baby, hurry up, we're in Kulun."

Chapter 5: Recruiting Troops

The Mercenary Guild was built in the west of Kulun. It covers an area no less than that of a royal palace. Kulun is the transportation hub in the western part of the Lyon Empire, with a large flow of people and capital. In addition, the Guild President Jason is good at management. In the less than fifty years since its establishment, the Mercenary Guild has become a force that cannot be ignored in the city of Kulun. Even the nobles in the city did not dare to disrespect the Mercenary Guild.

After entering the city, Roger first ran to the Magic Crystal Shop and sold a seventh-level magic crystal. In exchange for 300,000 gold coins, he went to the Magic Item Shop and bought a high-level space ring to fit the mountain of gold coins. Finally, he took Lilith to the Mercenary Guild, panting.

After waiting in a long line there, he finally successfully registered a mercenary group. Roger handed over 5,000 gold coins as registration capital and received the unique black crystal badge belonging to the leader from the service window. While walking, he discussed the name of the mercenary group with Lilith.

"How about calling him Flame Knights?" Lilith asked excitedly.

"Too lame." Roger shook his head.

"Flowers and roses?" Lilith turned her head and thought about it.

"Too girly."

"Magic holy swords?"

"Like a weapons store."

"Death sentence?"

"This is not a good sign."

At the end of the discussion, Lilith completely lost her patience, turned her pretty face away, and snorted, "Captain, you should think about it yourself!"

Looking at the cute and innocent appearance of his little slave girl, Roger couldn't help laughing. He put his arm around Lilith's shoulders, pulled her into his arms, and said with a smile, "My little darling is angry?"

"You are the master, I dare not be angry." Lilith turned around and gave Roger an ugly smile. Although she was a slave, Lilith knew that Roger treated her well, so she was not afraid of being punished by Roger.

"So stingy." Roger touched Lilith's cheek with his finger, bent down and gave her a kiss on the lips, filling her mouth with a sweet fragrance. "I think, why don't we call it the 'Hades' mercenary group? After all, everything we have now is given by Boss Hades. With this mercenary group, we can recruit followers for the Boss when it grows bigger in the future."

"That's a good idea." Lilith agreed with Roger's idea, and the name of the mercenary group was finalized.

After leaving the registration hall, Roger spent another hundred gold coins to rent a booth in the guild to recruit members.

The salary he offered was a little higher than the general market price. He thought that the place would be packed with people in a short time, with everyone vying to join the group. But ideals are full, while reality is very skinny. The two of them sat in the booth for the entire afternoon, but not even one person came to inquire about the business. It was completely deserted.

"What's going on?" Roger had a gloomy face. He had doubled the wages paid this afternoon, but very few people came to inquire. Even though there were one or two curious mercenaries who came forward to ask, they immediately turned around and left when they heard that he had just registered with the mercenary group.

"Brother, are you new here?" The booth next to him was occupied by a blond swordsman with a scar on his nose, who was leisurely lying on his chair, drinking and observing the people coming and going. Seeing Roger's dejected face, he couldn't help but say, "No matter how much money you give, people won't join your group."

"Why is that?" Roger asked puzzledly.

"Silly boy, being a mercenary and getting paid is the most hopeless thing. The real profit still depends on the commission and the magic materials obtained during the adventure." The blond swordsman glanced at Roger and Lilith and chuckled, "Look at you two. One is a third-level swordsman and the other is a magic apprentice. How much profit do you think they can get by following you to complete the commission tasks? If it were me, I would rather join a bigger group. Even if there is no salary, it is better to follow the big guys and get some soup than to get such a low salary from you."

"It seems to make sense." Lilith nodded as if she understood something.

"Look, that stall over there." The blond swordsman pointed to a stall not far away that had a long queue. "Although the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group was newly registered not long ago, its leader Owen is a seventh-level greatsword master with strong strength. With him leading the group, the risk is low and the return is high. Only by following such a leader can you reap the benefits."

"I see..." Roger felt like a deflated ball when he heard what the blond swordsman said. He feel quite depressed. It turns out that reality is far from as good as he imagined.

Seeing that the two had been convinced by his reasoning, the blond swordsman put on a friendly expression and said, "I think you have great potential. Why don't you cancel your mercenary group and join our Golden Lion Mercenary Group? Since you are handsome man and pretty woman, how about I give you five gold coins a week?"

"So you were trying to trick us into joining the group." Roger got furious when he saw that guy's face was even more thick skin than his own. "Go away!"

"Tsk, if you don't want to come, then don't come!" The blond swordsman was turned down and quickly put on a disdainful expression.

"It's a miracle that you two apprentices can recruit anyone. I am a fifth-rank swordsman after all, so it's only a matter of time before I can recruit anyone. Just wait."

"Um, are you hiring?" As soon as the blond swordsman finished speaking, another voice sounded.

A few people turned their heads and saw a tall and strong warrior covered in silver armor standing in front of them.

It looks like an iron tower. The warrior held a sword in one hand that was almost as big as Roger's two-handed sword, and in the other hand he held a tower shield made of fine steel, looking very imposing.

"Sure! Of course I will!" The blond swordsman jumped up and grabbed the warrior's hand before Roger could react, and walked towards his stall without saying anything. "The Golden Lion Mercenary Group welcomes you to join!"

"No, I don't want to join you. I want to join this mercenary group." The warrior shook off the blond swordsman's hand without hesitation. He pointed at Roger's stall and said firmly.

"Why? They are just two apprentices!" The blond swordsman was puzzled, his face almost twisted into a bitter gourd.

"Because the name Golden Lion is too ugly, 'Hades' sounds better." The warrior spoke very seriously, as seriously as an old scholar teaching his students.

The blond swordsman almost vomited blood when he heard this.

Roger snickered and signed a contract with the silver-armored warrior as a matter of course. In this way, he had his first mercenary member, the holy warrior Elfa from the Holy Land.