The enchanting lady was tall, and in her 7-8cm high heels, her gaze was almost level with Matthew's.
She possessed an S-curve close to the human limit—in front, more explosive than any of the 28 photo albums collected in the Male God's Cabin; in the back, if Little Maid Miya saw it, she'd probably be furious enough to die.
Little Miya had once compared herself to the strongest of her dreams, Spring Goddess Vivian.
But with this one, she couldn't compare.
A being she couldn't match even by sticking her rear out didn't need comparing at all—unless she dared to Teleport nonstop for three days and three nights.
The lady said, "Long time no see, Lord Matthew."
Matthew recognized this woman at a glance, because she was beautiful in a way that didn't seem human.
No, she wasn't human to begin with. Like Little Miya, she was of the Demon Race—Lord of Demon Gods, Niluber.
"Good evening, Empress Nilu." Matthew greeted her.
"Empress?"
The Demon Lord Lady's eyes were full of mockery. "I'm just a little witch—how would I dare have the esteemed Lord Matthew call me 'Empress'?"
The Dice Cup opened—five points, small. The Demon Lord Lady won!
Matthew said, "I'm tired, I want to go back and sleep. Farewell, Your Majesty the Witch."
"Stop right there!"
Crack, crack! ......
Nilu joined in, and strangely, not a single gambler around them looked at her—which meant either something was wrong here, or something was wrong with her.
Matthew's life was calm and good; he had no wish to provoke this witch. Naturally, of the thirty-six stratagems, retreat was the best.
But Demon Lord Niluber had no intention of letting him go. Her ink-black hair danced in the wind, and in an instant, she froze the flow of Time in the entire White Night Grand Casino.
Matthew said helplessly, "Why do you keep doing this? You've sent people to kill me time and again, and I've never once retaliated."
Clad in a form-fitting black dress, the Ice Cold Lord of Demon Gods, Niluber, said, "Haven't you killed enough of the Demon Race over the years?"
Matthew: "Accidents."
Demon Lord Nilu: "Was it an accident with me too, back then?"
Matthew: →_→......
Back then, he'd been pestered by Old Lady Hera to the point of exasperation, so he'd opened a Teleport and paid a visit to the Royal Chamber of the Lord of Demon Gods.
The goddess's side had too strong a Battle Record and ultimately overwhelmed the demon lord—something Matthew never intended.
The reverse was also true—the Demon King of the Different World had been running wild, directly affecting the quality of Matthew's life, so he'd decided to give this demon lord a warning.
Man and demon chatted separated by a mist, and Matthew released a portion of his power, letting the demon across from him understand she couldn't beat him.
The demon lord's voice was that of a top-tier voice actress, so naturally, the chat stretched on.
"Did Hera send you to kill me?" the woman's voice asked from within the mist.
Matthew said no. "I live in the God Realm, eating Old Lady Hera's food, using Old Lady Hera's things—you get what I mean, right? Send fewer demon kings out to run wild in the Different World each year. Or if you must, send weaker ones, ones without much brains. It'll be better for everyone that way."
The voice in the mist: "You're really not here to kill me?"
As a demon lord, the ability to judge an enemy's strength was essential.
Matthew was too strong—strong in a way that broke the rules. Anyone who saw it would add twelve thousand points of caution and wariness.
Matthew said with a chuckle, "You're just a little witch. Why would I kill you?"
"Would killing me even solve anything? The old master dies, a new master rises. I could destroy your entire Demon Realm in one go, but without a demon king, a goddess loses her reason to exist too."
The mist slowly dispersed. Matthew had been playing in the water by the pond the whole time.
Out on the water's surface, more than ten meters away, only half the demon lord lady's head showed.
She had just been bathing when she noticed an enemy hiding using the water mist.
Finally, she got a clear look at her enemy's face.
He was very good-looking, whether judged from a human's perspective, or a goddess's, or a demon's.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was that he was actually washing his feet in her bathwater!
Niluber immediately went berserk, and Matthew pushed her back under the water.
"I don't want to kill you, so don't push me."
"Glub glub, glub glub!"
Pinned underwater, everything Nilu tried to say came out as nothing but "glub glub."
For a long time afterward, Matthew believed the reason Demon Lord Nilu was so bent on killing him was that he'd shared the same space with her while she was bathing.
In fact, that wasn't it at all.
Back then, this Empress Nilu had hated Mother Goddess Hera more than anything. And Matthew had leapfrogged straight past Hera in her eyes—because he'd forced her to drink his foot-washing water!
"Matthew, if you've got the guts, kill me! If you don't kill me, I will never let you go!" the black-clad demon lord said, nearly roaring.
At the White Night Grand Casino, Matthew was already walking out.
He dug at his ear and said, "Your Majesty, do you think that if I kill you, I'll die too? That's not it. Some things will happen after your death that I really don't want to see, but I myself won't die. So let's just each go our own way, shall we? Good night."
Crack, crack! ......
Cracks began spreading through the space of the White Night Casino.
Demon Lord Nilu said, "Move one more inch, and I'll destroy this whole world!"
Matthew: "Unreasonable woman."
When it came to Space Element skills, Matthew could crush her a hundred times over.
A moment later, a Space Teleportation portal opened. Matthew grabbed Nilu by the ankle and tossed her through it. Then, starting that day, the Water Blue World barred the Demon Race from entering or leaving for a full month.
.....
The Demon Realm, Demon God Hall.
The Demon Lord clad in a black dress landed hard on her backside as she tumbled in.
Two overlapping phantom images merged into one, forming a hazy, mist-shrouded body with blood-red eyes.
This was the true form of the Lord of Demon Gods before all the Demon Kings—evil, murderous, terrifying, uncanny. Anyone whose Strength was even slightly lower would collapse and die on the spot from a single glance.
The one who had just gone to the Water Blue World was both her Main Body and her Clone at once.
Counting this time, she had now crossed paths with the God Matthew Three Times in total.
The facts proved that no matter what she said or did, Matthew would never kill her.
She was of the Demon Race, while Matthew was, at his core, human.
Though she was the only woman whose looks rivaled Mother Goddess Hera's in her prime, there was no way Matthew would spare her out of some clichéd reason like her beauty or love at first sight.
The mist-wreathed figure slipped on a pair of vivid crimson gloves, one finger tapping lightly against the Handrail of her Chair.
"He said that killing me would only bring about things he doesn't want to see. I don't believe it."
"I'm recognized by the Supreme Law—his very existence is already a violation of the rules. So his reason for not killing me must be far more terrifying than what he said."
"As for the specifics, I'll have to try it myself. The Clone I create by splitting off part of my soul is no different from my Main Body. If I force him to kill the Clone, I'll be able to find out the scope of that terrifying thing."
Tap, tap, tap! ......
The sound of heels meeting stone tile.
The Demon Lord's Head Steward, Miss Meli, had arrived.
A deep purple, nearly black Qipao, matched with lip color, eyeshadow, and lashes of the same shade, set against a face pale as paper.
Miss Meli was Beautiful, but hers was a gloomy, morbid kind of beauty.
"Your Majesty, the space of the Water Blue World has been sealed off by an unknown force."
The demon lord seated above said, "I know."
The terrifying, gloomy Palace fell silent after that.
After a while, the demon lord asked, "Meli, tell me—how would one make a man hate you so much he'd rather die than not kill you?"
Meli's eyeshadow gathered into streaks and lines, streaks and lines again, and she answered, "Naturally, by destroying what he loves most—his family, his kin, a woman he cherishes—or simply by betraying his feelings."
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