Qu Weichen had a good night’s sleep.
She was woken up by No.9’s alarm clock—after all, no matter what, you can’t slack off on hard work making up for lack of talent.
As soon as Qu Weichen remembered how long she’d kept up her morning workouts, she snapped awake.
But as soon as she sat up, she realized she was lying on a soft couch in a small but well-furnished room.
Sitting up, she saw a neatly folded set of clean clothes by the bed—a set of casual long sleeves and pants, probably brought by Chen Qingjue.
The wound on her thigh was already healed, and Qu Weichen didn’t feel any discomfort anymore.
[Nothing happened, host, don’t worry!] No.9 saw Qu Weichen wake up and started telling her what happened after she passed out yesterday.
Chen Qingjue had settled her here, left clean clothes by the bed, and then left—probably to give other orders to the succubus clan.
Qu Weichen slept here undisturbed by any other succubi, and had a peaceful night.
[There are clean toiletries and a fresh towel on the table.
The door on your right leads to the shower.] No.9 had already checked out the whole room.
[But the lord didn’t leave you any food.
After you wash up, you can eat some rations to fill your stomach before working out.]
“Okay.” Qu Weichen rubbed her head, grabbed the toiletries and clean clothes from the table, and carried them into the bathroom.
With her hair down and clean, warm water running over her, Qu Weichen actually felt like she was “alive” again for the first time in ages.
She hadn’t expected to be able to take a shower in the Abyss.
She’d thought… just being able to wipe herself down with clean water would be good enough.
Looking at it this way, the Abyss wasn’t developing so badly after all.
Why did it look so bleak along the way… Oh, right, those skeletons didn’t need to eat or bathe.
After changing, Qu Weichen practiced standing meditation in the room for a while, finishing her morning workout.
Then she ate a few red bramble fruits and two pieces of jerky.
After about two hours of standing meditation, Qu Weichen decided to go out and have a look around.
Of course, this was the succubus camp, and Chen Qingjue had come yesterday before she passed out.
It had been a whole day, so Chen Qingjue had probably already established contact with the camp and set things up.
Qu Weichen didn’t plan to stay here long.
Since she was sent by Chen Qingjue, she should be able to pack up some supplies to take back, right? Maybe she could get some more rations and water—forget about those other fruits.
Eating red bramble fruit was better than those weird ones.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the dark-skinned succubus from yesterday sitting not far away.
The little beauty was sitting on the ground, looking over at her.
When she saw Qu Weichen come out, her eyes grew even more resentful, as if Qu Weichen had done something bad.
Qu Weichen: …I didn’t do anything after I passed out, did I?
[Of course not, you slept like a log, and no one came into this room.] No.9 said, [Maybe the lord punished her?]
That was probably it.
“Hi, has your demon king left?” Qu Weichen thought for a moment—there weren’t any other succubi around, so she asked the dark-skinned beauty, “Can you take me to see your elder?”
The dark-skinned little beauty looked up at her from the ground, her black eyes shimmering with a bit of mist.
She looked so aggrieved: “Why can’t I do it?”
Qu Weichen: …She instinctively felt that she and this succubus lady were not talking about the same thing.
“My magic is strong too, and I’m in great shape.
I’m just as skilled as the others, just a bit younger.” The succubus lady frowned.
“But you’re younger than me, so I’m still your big sister, right?”
Damn, what the hell is going on in this succubus’s head? They’re definitely not on the same wavelength! Qu Weichen tried to calm herself down.
“Can you just answer my question first? I’m human, I don’t have that kind of need!”
“…Liar, everyone has needs, no matter the race.” The succubus lady sniffled and whimpered, “You just don’t like me.
You won’t even give me a chance.”
Qu Weichen: …She really couldn’t understand the way succubi thought.
Was it just this one, or were all succubi like this? It must be just this one—after all, Chen Qingjue was a succubus, even a demon king, and she’d never acted so horny.
“Forget it, I’ll find it myself.” Qu Weichen gave up on communicating, and No.9 in her head let out an unkind laugh, making Qu Weichen even more helpless.
“The demon king has already left.” Just as Qu Weichen turned to go, the succubus lady finally let out a breath.
She spoke in a pitiful, soft, almost coquettish tone: “But the lord set up a dimensional teleportation array and can come back anytime… I’ll take you to see the elder.”
“Thank you.” Qu Weichen also breathed a sigh of relief.
She really didn’t dare wander around in a place she didn’t know.
The succubus lady patted herself off, stood up, and led the way in front of Qu Weichen.
“What’s your name? I’m Famina.” Famina paused, then added, “Sorry about before.”
Qu Weichen was a little surprised by her sudden seriousness, but still replied politely, “I’m Qu Weichen.” She briefly explained the characters in her name, though she wasn’t sure if No.9’s translation template would get it right—but whatever!
“By human standards, are you just an adult?” Famina asked curiously.
“We rarely get humans in the Abyss.
Even the necromancers we meet are usually contracted by other demon kings.
Our demon king used to contract a few necromancers, but they didn’t get much stronger—either died or were sacrificed.
And most of those necromancers had prejudices against us succubi, and tried to use the demon king to climb up, so later the lord stopped contracting necromancers.”
Hearing this, Qu Weichen perked up.
“Yeah, I just came of age.
Aren’t contracted necromancers supposed to summon you to fight? Why would they be prejudiced?”
“Well, if it’s a man, he thinks we succubi aren’t picky and don’t care about looks.” Famina said.
“As for women, you’re the only one I’ve met.”
“Is your demon king the weakest of all the demon kings?”
“In terms of combat power, yes.” Famina answered honestly.
“She’s the seventh demon king.”
“You seem to care a lot about your lord?”
“No, I’m just curious about a succubus demon king.” Qu Weichen answered honestly.
Chen Qingjue was always mysterious, never telling her the whole story, so of course Qu Weichen wanted to know more.
Secrets—most people are curious about them.
Speaking of fighting, Qu Weichen thought back and realized she’d never seen Chen Qingjue actually fight head-on—she’d either run away or set off explosives.
Chen Qingjue’s movement skills were good, and she was good at planning and backup moves.
“Is Uweino at war now?” She’d been in the Abyss for so long, she had no idea what was happening on the Floating Continent.
“I don’t know.
The lord only told the elders what to do.”
They chatted as they walked, soon arriving at a row of houses.
Most of the clan’s houses were made of earth and stone, with wooden furniture, not much different from the Floating Continent.
But all the houses here were single-story, never built high.
As for how the succubi managed plumbing and ventilation… maybe they learned from the Floating Continent, or maybe they figured it out themselves? Both worlds had developed for so long, it was normal for each to make progress.
“You’re here, come in.” One of the houses opened, and a tall succubus Qu Weichen had seen yesterday stepped out.
She was about 1.8 meters tall, tall even among succubi.
She didn’t seem surprised that Qu Weichen had come, but the way she looked at Qu Weichen made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
“The lord already told us your arrangements.
We’ll prepare the food and water you need.
As for other things, the lord left you a space ring.” The elder handed over a ring.
Qu Weichen took it and checked inside—half was nutrient solution and healing potions, the other half was daily necessities and a few sets of clothes.
“Thank you.” Qu Weichen thanked her and put the ring straight into her storage compartment.
Now she had three space rings.
She put the things she used often in the largest one, and the other two held more valuable or less-used items for safekeeping—much more reassuring.
“So, did the lord say when I should leave?”
“No, you can rest here for two days.” The elder smiled, looking very gentle.
But this friendly, gentle expression made Qu Weichen think of Chen Qingjue… Could this one be a hidden badass too?
“Famina wants to go adventuring with you.
The lord wants you to go harass the area near the sixth demon king’s territory.
Famina knows the way and can protect herself.
Also, as a succubus, she knows the demon king’s summoning array.
If you use your blood as a catalyst, you can summon the lord in danger without needing a sacrifice.” The elder clearly noticed the anxious look in Famina’s eyes behind Qu Weichen, sighed helplessly, and revealed Famina’s intentions.
She wasn’t surprised by Famina’s idea—succubi were all die-hard face-con lovers.
Qu Weichen did have a good-looking face.
The demon king even sent her to the Abyss to connect with the clan, and even used Qu Weichen’s blood to set up a summoning array, establishing a connection with her.
That showed she was valued.
After all, a normal summoning used blood sacrifice and prayers to connect with the demon king.
If you sacrificed your soul and life, the effect was best, and you could even open the gates of hell to connect the two worlds.
Normally, demon kings wouldn’t pick a specific person to establish a summoning link.
The elder looked at Qu Weichen, and thought of the way the lord treated this necromancer yesterday, and became even more puzzled.
The lord should value this person a lot, but judging by her later instructions, it didn’t seem like she cared that much.
Oh well, just let things happen.
She waited for Qu Weichen’s answer: “Are you willing to take her with you?”
“Is summoning the demon king a magic array? Is it magic?” Qu Weichen paused for a moment and asked.
“Abyssal magic.”
[You can’t use it even if you learn it.
Even if you draw the array with your own blood and chant the incantation perfectly, the array will just explode.] No.9 didn’t give Qu Weichen any room for imagination, slapping her with the cold, hard truth.
[But I think, we’re just going to harass some little skeletons on the outskirts, there’s no need for the demon king to show up, and no need for this succubus to tag along.
She’s up to no good! She wants your body, she’s shameless!]
