They didn’t want to leave the Abyss so much as simply had no idea how to use this strange magical device, which was somewhat similar to a teleportation array.
They had put who knew how many magic cores on it, even speculating whether the wrong spell was being used and trying countless times without success to activate the teleportation device.
In the end, despair set in, and by the end of the night, they had even planned how to cultivate the land in the Abyss for self-sufficiency.
Fortunately, the rumored demon shop opened its doors on time.
At that moment when a faint light slowly brightened, some even had the illusion of wanting to cry from joy.
Finally… finally, there was hope to get out.
Lusnian was confused, and before he could say anything, another person rushed out, nearly bumping into Lusnian’s shoulder and forcefully interrupting him.
“You… you damned demon, today we represent the God of Light to punish you! You’re finished!”
It was Ivan who interrupted; he could no longer contain his excitement inside, having seen the cola his uncle Alik had told him about, right there in the light of the shop, with no small amount of it.
He stretched his neck, wishing he could immediately kill the demon and take everything away.
This was the first time Lusnian had seen so many customers; there were about twenty to thirty of them coming in sparsely, and he barely paid attention to what Ivan was saying.
With great hospitality, he led the customers into the shop, saying, “Please come in, it’s quite cold outside. I apologize for any lack of hospitality.”
It was fortunate that the shop was not small; otherwise, there wouldn’t have been enough space for so many people.
With a light source now available, the bishop saw Lusnian’s appearance clearly, causing his heart to tighten.
His opponent had the uniquely black hair of a demon and was dressed lightly in the extremely cold air of the Abyss, showing no sign of discomfort. Even upon seeing a large number of priests come to purify him, he dared to lead them in, clearly having some trump card.
The bishop, being a grand mage, secretly recited a spell to test the other party’s power.
However, the spell dove into the demon’s body, only to disappear instantly, and no matter how much the bishop called, he received no feedback at all.
This spell had been taught to him by his sorcerer teacher and had a very strong concealment effect, capable of probing beyond one’s level.
The bishop was inwardly frightened; as expected, the demon was indeed extraordinary in power.
Lusnian, completely unaware, turned his head and pushed his goods for sale without reservation: “Now that you’re here, won’t you buy something?”
With a smile on his face, even the bishop couldn’t help but feel momentarily dazed.
Demons are skilled at manipulating people’s hearts and guiding their darker sides; the bishop couldn’t help but whisper the scriptures to resist this temptation.
He squeezed the holy water in his palm; if worse came to worst, he still had this, a small bottle purified by the Son himself, the only one in the entire church.
Rich in divine light, it would be like sulfuric acid to a demon—extremely toxic.
Since there were quite a few customers, Lusnian encouraged them to browse freely, simply directing them to bring whatever they wanted to the counter to check out.
With the system in place, he didn’t have to worry about any issues in the shop, and he opened the system panel, pondering what the next product unlocking would be.
The knights behind him, seeing Lusnian completely ignoring them, exchanged glances with the bishop, wondering what they should do now.
The bishop frowned tightly, a hint of anger on his face, thinking that this demon was too dismissive; although they were not particularly strong, they were still people of the God of Light.
Suddenly, everyone drew their swords, and each priest began to chant spells.
The gathered magical energy increased dramatically, transforming into a glowing sphere that illuminated the entire shop like never before, exuding a terrifying power.
Lusnian remained seated in his chair, expressionless, his gaze fixed on them as if he completely disregarded their presence.
Blades clashed, creating a cacophony of destruction, and magical spheres were released, exploding everywhere.
Thick smoke enveloped the floating shop, making it nearly impossible to see anything in front.
Upon hearing the commotion, Lusnian finally looked up, a puzzled expression on his face.
Ivan was waiting for everyone to strike and kill the demon at once. But when the fog lifted and he opened his eyes, he saw the demon still comfortably seated in his chair, not a single movement changed.
He abruptly turned his head to the priests, surprise still lingering on his face, which quickly turned into a look of distortion.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
…
An awkward silence spread, and no one spoke to respond to him.
At this moment, they were in disarray. The grand attack they had just launched had rebounded, leaving few of them unharmed; everyone had sustained some injuries.
Some of the more seriously injured were half-kneeling on the ground, struggling to support themselves with their sword hilts.
Ivan froze; it seemed he understood something, his face reflecting an absurd expression as he stumbled back a step unsteadily.
Lusnian lightly tapped the table, stood up smiling, and walked slowly toward Alik with an intimidating presence.
His gaze was deep, seemingly lost in thought, so close to Alik that he could reach out and touch him with an arm’s length.
After a pause, the corner of his mouth tilted up, a strange and eerie smile escaping.
“Heh, you…”
Ivan’s pupils constricted, terrified to the point of collapsing to the ground, a terrible odor emanating from beneath him.
“…Bishop, Bishop Sir, Uncle, save me! I don’t want to die! He… he’s a demon!”
Trembling, Ivan crawled toward Alik, hoping for his protection, but Alik covered his mouth and nose, stepping back in disgust.
“…Why do you all have to do this?” Lusnian spoke plainly.
Clearly, there were still plenty of goods left; why did they suddenly resort to violence?
Don’t fight! Why did they escalate to physical confrontation?
Now injuries were unavoidable; thankfully, there were enough band-aids to use. What was the point? Just stand in line and buy slowly.