After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 339 - 82: Amusing Ourselves to Death

Chapter 339: Chapter 82: Amusing Ourselves to Death

"Invincible? Is that really you?"

Lodya patted the mane of the headless warhorse below her. She gently placed her hand on the empty helm of the horse armor... She could feel that the warhorse she had created was indeed the one she was familiar with.

It was still the one that sacrificed itself to save her. It was called "Invincible."

"Hissss~~"

The headless warhorse made such a neighing sound where its head should have been. Lodya could understand its meaning... It was a declaration of its return, a remembrance of her.

How great, how wonderfully great.

While Lodya conveyed her joy to Mr. Yila and others connected with Ebi through an inexplicable emotional bond, she looked at Cassandra Abunisaya, who had been pierced by her knight spear.

"Actually, it shouldn’t still be you, Invincible..."

As she said this, Lodya patted the warhorse beneath her. She spoke in a distant and wistful tone, "The headless knight’s warhorse is not necessarily bound to the headless knight itself... So, are you special?"

"..."

"Hisss~"

Invincible’s response left Lodya somewhat puzzled. She asked in confusion, "Did you say ’in the tree’? What does that mean? Which tree?"

Even though the headless knight and warhorse shared a certain level of understanding, Lodya couldn’t grasp this point... This had gone beyond the realm of a "certain level."

*Thoughtful Lodya glanced at the raging battle between Satan Ye and Cassandra Abunisaya, noting the fleeting image of a red dragon behind Satan Ye... Maybe it wasn’t the best time to disturb the Demon King.*

"Hisss~"

Lodya reluctantly left the fighting to Satan Ye but remained ready to assist at any moment. She murmured to herself, "’World Tree, the woman of the serpent laughed and brought me back’... World Tree? Woman of the serpent?"

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"Creatures of the Shadow Realm fear the second type, while dragons fear the first type... Hmm, I’m just giving a general idea. Many outlier species require considering other factors. For instance, with a Witch Demon, you must consider its soul box."

Kayin spoke sincerely. He placed his hand on the giant light sword piercing his chest and said, "The first method needs no explanation. As for the second... inducing the opponent to waste their moves is one aspect, but you need to find your own way beyond that."

"You’re doing well as it is, injecting a sufficient amount of mana into each attack, draining the opponent’s mana bit by bit... Hey~ You’re even better than I imagined!"

Kayin said this while looking at Yila, whose face showed growing confusion, and Ernie, who was frowning nearby. He shrugged, feeling his regeneration speed slowing down, and said, "Hahaha, you don’t understand, do you? If you don’t get it, ask Ernie."

No sooner had Yila needed to ask than Ernie provided the answer—"He was bored."

Yila: "..."

Kayin nodded. He looked up at the sky, opened his mouth, and took deep breaths, struggling to catch his breath, and said weakly, "That’s right~ Because I’m really bored... Hahahahahaha!!!"

Laughing, Kayin shed tears... which somehow made him seem a bit pitiful.

But Yila did not show any mercy. He continued to increase the input of mana. The bright light sword illuminated everything around as if bathed in holy light, and Yila said calmly, "To put it bluntly, just a bored madman, right?"

This was a very accurate summary.

"Haha, pretty much... But don’t think I’m too weird. Actually, we’re all more or less similar; I just find life particularly meaningless, that’s all. Oh, oh, oh~ boredom is boredom oh oh oh~~ Bored to death~ Dying~"

Shouting spontaneously, Kayin looked at his hands, which had turned from pale to gray. He grinned and said, "You know, I really am about to die~ Actually, I have been watching you for a long time, much earlier than many others."

As he said this, Kayin looked at the silent Yila and Ernie. Feeling a bit bored, Kayin seemed disheartened. He spread his hands and said, "Probably since you killed your first blood clan member. Later on... your Yi Card was truly entertaining."

"It accompanied me through many boring days~"

Saying it nonchalantly, Kayin took out a deck of cards, continuously protected by mana in his pocket... Even when previously being cut, he had protected it, explaining why his defense had been so fragile.

"This is a special Yi Card I made, collecting your quotes. Besides the numbers and symbols on the cards, the center records things you’ve said. I’m giving it to you now to do with as you please."

"Don’t worry, there are no soul fragments in it, nor any traps. I have the ability to do that, but I have no interest in such things. Just staying one more day in this boring world is torture!"

Kayin rambled on. His body was now covered in grayish-white cracks. He dragged his body off the light sword and walked towards Yila, with his now strengthless hand, ruffled the unmoving Yila’s head, laughing loudly, "Hahahaha!!!"

"..."

Then, Kayin, the blood clan outlier, began to disintegrate from his fingertips, rapidly crumbling to his head and feet, then collapsed with a thunderous boom, turning into a pile of white-gray ashes.

"Plop~"

A deck of Yi Cards dropped onto the pile.

...

"What the hell was that?"

Normally calm Yila finally couldn’t help but curse. With a tormented expression, he retracted all his "wings"... At that moment, he felt the absurdity of the world.

Although he had gained much, there was no doubt...

He couldn’t help but laugh, a bitter laugh.

"My fervent admirer?"

Yila questioned, looking up at the sky. He could see nothing, yet it felt as if he was staring into the eyes of all the outliers. His expression turned sour, "That guy (Kayin) told me these things because he found me interesting and considered it payment... like how a theatergoer rewards the main actor after enjoying a favorite play?"

Moreover, Yila, who had experienced a similar era, knew there was a better term—Streamer. He suddenly felt like a streamer... Viewers, depending on their mood, freely giving rewards, interacting.

Even opening boxes, even meeting in real life.

...

It seemed, the end of civilization had similarities... whether here or in the past; the destruction of civilization arose from similar, or even the same, causes, summarized in four words—

Entertain to Death.