Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Just because you need it, are you going to force Raphael to undergo surgery? Given the big guy's loyalty, he'll probably just silently endure it, but he'll likely be very unwilling.

Ivy Beatrice thought.

Unfortunately, I cannot grant Raphael, the Terrorclaw Monster, new abilities through "mind surgery" or "mind revolution" like some psychic beings do.

—Wait a minute, it seems...there is a way.

Her mind is now a huge treasure trove of knowledge.

After careful examination, I discovered a class called the Mind Scholar. It possesses a renowned ability called "Magic to Psionic," which allows the user to manifest magic as a form of psychic energy, transforming it into a psychic power. This conversion applies to all types of magic, including divine and arcane spells. The level of the magic's rank corresponds to the corresponding level of psychic energy it can be converted into.

Therefore, reversing it to "psychic energy conversion," transforming psychic abilities into magic for casting, is theoretically feasible.

Ivy Beatrice's emerald green vertical pupils darted around.

Although she didn't know what profession could do this, since it was theoretically possible, if she mastered level nine magic, casting "prayer spells" or "miracle spells" to pray for mysteries or ask the gods to achieve the effect of the level four psychic ability "psychic transformation" for herself and her companions, it should be no problem.

However, she is still far from being able to meet her current needs.

The six-armed serpent demon raised his hand and touched Raphael's vulture head.

“Take out the goggles I made for you,” she said. “I’ll try to modify them a bit more.”

After a flurry of activity, the six-armed serpent demon emerged from the tent and found Medusa Steo waiting for her for a long time. Nearby on the ground was Blue Bubble, playing games with the owl bear cub.

"We need to talk."

Steo spoke seriously and surprisingly didn't utter his usual catchphrase, "Oh my god."

“I know these guys are all heinous criminals, every single one of them is a bastard with blood on their hands. But why did you do this?”

"what why?"

"Of course, we should destroy this town!"

Stewart raised his voice, widened his eyes, and his head, filled with a bunch of flamboyant, venomous snakes, hissed in unison to provide her with the voiceover.

"You slaughtered them all! You set the whole town on fire! Can you tell me why? You came here to repair the boat, didn't we agree to salvage the dragon's head? Why did you suddenly do this? You even burned down the town's church and all those boats at the dock!"

Ivy Beatrice, the six-armed snake demon, shrugged.

“Why do you think,” she asked, “this island, why did it become a haven for pirates and smugglers?”

"Uh, because of its good location and good docks?"

Ivy Béart gets a haircut.

"I'm not good at naming things, so let's just call this island Beiate Island for now. It's where several shipping routes converge, making water transportation convenient. Plus, the dock has a deep draft, which can accommodate large ships, making it a naturally good harbor."

"After this search for the dragon's head, I realized that I might need a fixed foothold at sea in the future. Since I had nothing better to do, I figured I might as well make it my territory rather than let a bunch of pirates occupy it. So I did."

Stewart said, "But you don't have to do that. Why not just beat them into submission and take them on as your subordinates?"

"Why?" Ivy Beatrice asked curiously.

"what why?"

Why should I recruit them as my subordinates?

Ivy Beatrice couldn't understand it.

“I’m taking over this island, not to become a pirate captain. They’re pirates; killing and robbing is their life, and they pass it down from generation to generation, training their own kids to be pirates too… Why not just wipe them all out?

Stewart was speechless.

She had initially intended to ask why Ivy Beatrice wanted to burn down all the buildings in the town, including the church, but then she realized that this guy was a high-level demon, so why would he keep the church for worship?

She sighed repeatedly.

“Then what do we do?” she said. “Fine, kill everyone on the island, then who will you rule?”

Ivy Beatrice's reply was quite blunt: "Oh, I haven't thought about that yet. It's okay, I can take my time looking later."

Medusa's shoulders slumped.

"Oh my god, so you didn't even figure anything out before you started killing everyone?"

The six-armed snake demon was somewhat sullen.

"What can I do? Ever since my past life, I've never been good at planning my life. No, I'm a devil."

She placed six enormous jade hands on Medusa's shoulders one after another.

“My dear Stewart, thank goodness you’re here.”

This shout startled all the emo snakes on Medusa's head, causing them to stand upright in all directions.

"Since you've raised this question, help me figure out how to handle it."

"I go!"

Stewart was completely exasperated: "How can you just conscript men like this? Sister, do you even know what you're doing?"

If she hadn't known that demons were completely immune to toxins, she would have let the bunch of grotesque snakes bite her right now.

The six-armed snake demon glanced at her sideways: "Unreliable, so what?"

“…It’s nothing, it’s fine,” Stewart’s smile was more like a grimace. “I just love my sister’s personality—free-spirited and generous.”

Ivy Beatrice yawned lazily.

“Alright, alright, no more joking,” she said. “Listen, I am the leader, and I only consider matters of life and death. The most important matters of a nation are sacrifice and war, have you heard of that?”

Stewart shook his head blankly.

The six-armed serpent demon said, "Simply put, as the leader, I am only responsible for two things: sacrifice and killing."

"...Can you tell me how what you're doing is any different from what those pirates are doing?"

"You men are the difference."

Ivy Beate offered an authoritative explanation: "I'm in charge of the rituals and the killings; everything else is my subordinates' business. I want a proper, excellent, and prosperous trading port territory, not a dumping ground for petty thieves, and you have to build it for me. If you can't, then you're my problem."

"Your matter... refers to murder?"

"Ah."

Steo's eyes widened: "Really kill someone? Kill me?"

“Sacrifices are not out of the question, you just need to choose a suitable day for the sacrifice.”

Medusa nearly coughed up blood: "What's the difference?!"

Ivy Beatrice shrugged. "If everything requires me, the leader, to think about and solve, what's the point of your life?"

This is a blatant threat.

"Oh my god, sister, you can't do this! When did I become your subordinate? And what can I do alone, with that bunch of blind sailors?!"

“Your thinking is flawed, and your perspective is also problematic,” Ivy Beatrice said, frowning. “Have you ever heard the story of the cunning rabbit with three burrows? In the past…”

The six-armed snake demon paused, then said apologetically, "Ah, no, I forgot that the story is too long, so I won't tell you it now."

"... "

"Getting back to the point, let me say something you can understand."

Ivy Beatrice said, "You treasure hunter, this voyage has been a complete disaster, hasn't it? Even the ship owner is dead. Treasure hunting at sea is all about luck. After such a serious accident, everyone will just think you're incredibly lucky, and whoever hires you will be incredibly unlucky. Who will hire you to hunt for treasure in the future?"

"By the way, before you went to sea, you seemed to have borrowed a lot of money? With no income and no job in the future, how are you going to pay off your debts? Sell yourself or a kidney?"

Faced with Ivy Beatrice's piercing words, Stewart was speechless, even his head full of emo snakes drooped listlessly. The next moment, they all perked up again, swaying back and forth on Medusa's head, their snake eyes following Stewart as he stared at the gold bricks tossed up and down in the six-armed snake demon's hand.

“But if you do things for me, you can not only repay my kindness—I saved your life at sea—but you will also receive this.”

Steo stared at the small, glittering rectangular block and swallowed hard.

"But, however..."

“You are still free. You can always come to me when you encounter difficulties. There is always a place here where you can hide, take refuge, and make a comeback.”

Seeing Medusa's wavering expression, Ivy Beatrice said sincerely, "You can completely trust me."

"I can't trust a demon."

Medusa looked at her suspiciously, "You swear by the Abyss and your true name!"

"I swear in the name of the Abyss and in the name of Ivy Beatrice..." the six-armed serpent demon repeated his words, "Can you believe me now?"

Medusa nodded, and her tense body relaxed again.

"Deal," she let out a long sigh of relief. "From today onwards, these hundred or so pounds of meat of mine will be sold to you, sister, to work as a laborer!"

"Welcome."

Ivy Beatrice extended a hand and shook it with her.

Stewart asked casually, "So, your real name is Ivy Beatrice?"

"of course not."

"... "

Grass is a type of plant!

Stewart felt so full of resentment that he was almost bloated, but he didn't dare to curse. He said, feeling wronged, "Do you treat them like this too?"

"Who?"

“This big guy with the beak, and your two bubble-water elemental girls, and those two owl bear cubs,” she said maliciously, trying to sow discord among Ivy-Beate, “would you kill them if they didn’t do a good job of the tasks you assigned them?”

The six-armed snake demon glanced at her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ivy Beatt said, "They are not my subordinates, they are my family."

Author's note: I was busy yesterday and stayed up late, so the update was delayed. There will be another update tonight.

Chapter 111 Project Director

As dawn broke, Medusa Steo entered the tent to find her new boss and, unsurprisingly, saw a newly dug tunnel entrance in the corner of the tent.

No need to ask, it's the work of the Deinonychus again.

In the very center of the tent, the giant serpent's body lay lazily coiled up, while the six-armed serpent demon Ivy-Beate rested her chin on her six hands, seemingly lost in thought, her expression one of utter disbelief.

Ivy Beatrice repaired Raphael's obsidian eyeband, which had caused him to develop an immunity to photophobia. One of the lenses had been broken by the legendary Casta warrior Marius. She replaced the obsidian lens and enchanted it, giving Raphael normal vision and sixty feet of darkness when he wore it again.

But the Deinonychus still couldn't adapt to living on the surface in broad daylight.

Raphael put on the obsidian-lensed eyeband and looked with delight at everything that had become clear, which pleased Ivy Beate. But the next second, it happily darted into the tunnel.

This made Ivy Beatrice feel like she had done something futile.

Medusa called her twice before she came to her senses: "Ah, you're here. Is there something you need?"

"Regarding your territory's population problem," Medusa said, her tireless expression touching, "I've been pondering this all night, and I've finally figured it out for you."

She pulled out a thick stack of brownish-yellow papyrus.

Ivy Beatrice stared blankly at the thick stack of papers, an inch thick: "So... this is a proposal you rushed out overnight?"

“These are just a few initial ideas,” Medusa said proudly, “you could call them an outline.”

"Oh, the catalog of unparalleled martial arts techniques... Thank you for your hard work."

The six-armed serpent demon nodded, reached out and took it, then casually placed a tiny "blade barrier" next to him, threw a stack of papers in and shredded them.

Medusa's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"What do you mean, sister?" she almost screamed.

"If I have time to read something this long, why don't I use it to figure it out myself?" the six-armed snake demon said irritably. "You need to learn how to grasp the user's pain points, understand? Please explain it to me in three sentences."

Steo inhales, inhales, and inhales again.

“Fine,” she said resentfully, “I’ll explain it to you for the sake of your cute little gold brick.”

After listening to her long-winded explanation, Ivy Beatrice calmly said, "So all that writing was just to say that I can't possibly establish territory here?"

"Of course not, even if you kill me, you'll still say the same thing. Killing is easy, recruiting is hard."

Steo was gesticulating wildly, spitting as he spoke.

"Our Abel region is dominated by dragons and elemental races, and each of them has powerful living gods behind them, okay? The cities around the coast are all the Dragon King's territories, inhabited entirely by his descendants. The elemental races on the islands deep in the ocean are all descendants of the Dawn Titans. Why would anyone come under your command? Even if someone did come, they would naturally worship their Dragon King and Dawn Titans. Who do you think you are?"

"Why do you think these pirates were able to survive in the cracks? Because they weren't a race they created, so neither the Dragon King nor the Dawn Titans cared about them. But you were quick to wipe them all out!"