I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 132: Demon Of Rage

Frenzied Jester, Mephisto Rage.

Since the creation of the Demon King’s army, she had occupied the second rank, becoming the object of envy and jealousy among many demons, yet ironically, if judged solely by pure combat ability, she was not highly regarded.

Even though she possessed a remarkable power that could shake an army on her own, if we only consider her capacity in 1:1 combat, there would hardly be any demon as unsuited for fighting as her.

Being such a weak demon, she survived among the rough demons by treating all other demons with pure hostility, except for the Demon King.

Knowing she was infinitely weak outside the shadow of the Demon King, she had to always be on guard and wary of everything around her to protect herself.

‘But how long has it been since Mephi got this angry?’

The surname “Rage” that followed her name must be a word that symbolized her.

After the Demon King lost the will to live, her presence had gradually started to fade, but now, she was expressing a rage so intense that it made her previous emptiness seem trivial.

Who exactly was that man she tormented?

What kind of existence was he that the void demon, who could not be provoked into rekindling her desires, was once again showing her old self and swinging her fist?

-Slide.

Of course, apart from that, the current strike didn’t cause any significant damage to her.

For a demon who had reached a certain level, it was possible to transform their own body into mist to meld into someone else’s psyche.

In fact, for her, who possessed a consciousness, recovering a broken head was a matter of seconds.

“Ahaha~ It seems our Mephi is quite angry…”

-Whoosh!

But perhaps even the rationality to recall such obvious facts had disappeared?

Merilyn’s hand, having closed the distance between them again, started to mercilessly slash through the alley’s walls.

-Bang!!

Yes, it was a massacre.

Her rough and crude hand movements tore apart everything they touched.

-Crash!

When the accompanying magic finally exploded, the fragments gripped in her hand scattered, tearing Yasmo’s body to shreds.

That too could be repaired, but what followed was a punch with enough force to turn even the chunk of fragments in her hand to dust.

-Kwaang!

The explosion of magic continued, embedding directly into her lower abdomen.

Not stopping there, the magic she exerted while stomping on the ground spread in all directions, causing cracks to form in the surrounding street.

Although a barrier was set up to prevent outsiders from entering, the real problem now was that such concealment could end up suffocating her.

‘This is dangerous… I should distance myself and observe the situation for now.’

Yasmo, turning her body into mist, flew above the buildings to escape the range of the rampage.

However, her body, which was about to ascend with a flap of wings, was helplessly interrupted, being blocked by an invisible barrier in mid-air.

The powerful magic that had spread earlier had, at some point, formed a physical barrier around the area.

-Tang!!!

With Yasmo’s retreat cut off, Merilyn harshly struck the strings of the lyre she summoned in her hand.

-Tang!! Tang!!!!

As the thunderous sound, unthinkable to come from a string instrument, continued, unstable energy began to gather at the end of the lyre.

It was frenzied magic amplified through sound. When the power concentrated in that mass was released, it would result in an unavoidable attack spreading in all directions.

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!”

With the prelude of such a merciless attack, the scream that finally burst out ignited by the swung hand, started sending sound waves in all directions.

Right inside the site, surrounded by a physical barrier.

Ready to perish together with the enemy, without shielding her own body.

-Puhpuhpuhpuhpuhng!!!

The sound hitting the wall caused a series of explosive waves as it repeatedly echoed.

The impact caused the abandoned buildings and structures inside to crumble into dust, creating thick smoke. Amid the smoke, Yasmo, who barely managed to reform her shape, began to grit her teeth.

“Haa, even if you lose your mind, I didn’t expect you to attack without guarding your own body.”

She had never anticipated that a colleague who had always ignored her despite provocations would go on such a rampage.

While she wanted to get through this quietly if possible, an attack targeting the entire space like now was bound to cause damage even to a demon, whose body was essentially energy.

Of course, the opponent would suffer more damage, but demons value their own slight injuries over the significant damage inflicted on their enemies.

“It can’t be helped; I have to get serious now…”

To minimize that damage, she had to abandon old sentiments and use force herself.

Having made that decision and just as she began to gather her magic, Yasmo’s gaze reflexively started to move sideways.

Because she could feel a powerful force approaching through the thick smoke, targeting her at this moment.

-Whoosh!!

Yes, tearing through the smoke and charging was the frenzied demon, enduring even the recoil of her techniques.

Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on her, her fist poised to strike her face accurately.

‘What the hell!?’

She hadn’t anticipated that she would ignore the aftereffects of her self-destructive technique and charge.

She quickly gathered her magic to extend her hand for defense, but the moment her power collided with her hand, Yasmo instinctively sensed it.

‘What’s this? She’s become stronger than before…’

-Kwaang!!!

A destructive blow filled with full power.

Her body, hit by the attack, was pushed back and ultimately disintegrated and scattered.

“Huff, huff…”

Only then did Merilyn, having barely regained her composure, catch her breath as she surveyed the devastation with her own eyes.

The wasteful depletion of strength without power control, and the pursuit even prepared for mutual destruction.

However, Merilyn, though excited, did not consider it a mere loss.

Her opponent was one of the highest-ranking demons, who found joy in trampling and mocking others.

To drive away such a being, even if not killing her, one must push with enough force to leave scars that won’t fade for a lifetime.

‘Her presence is gone. She must have left this place.’

She had merely left the place for fear of getting hurt.

But right now, there was something more important than pursuing the enemy.

“Woo Hyo-sung, Woo Hyo-sung! Please regain your consciousness, Woo Hyo-sung!”

Woo Hyo-sung. The person who saved her from the inescapable shackle of unfulfilled desires.

Among the countless pebbles in this world, the only one that caught her eye.

In this empty life, where she believed only death could save her, his presence itself came as hope.

The fact that those thoughts weren’t just illusions became clearer as the fluttering she felt while spending time with him grew more vivid.

“…Haa, haa.”

Just seeing him suffer unconscious was enough to make her chest ache as if it were being torn apart.

For a demon who should be selfish to feel anguish at another’s suffering… was it because the person before her was essential for fulfilling her desires?

Was it truly because the person before her was nothing more than a substitute she hoped would fulfill her desires in place of her former lord?

“…Woo Hyo-sung.”

No, that’s not it. She couldn’t consider a strong person, to whom she swore loyalty to protect herself, and a weaker person, who was abused by someone of a lower rank, as equal beings.

The loyalty sworn to fulfill expectations and the love that could be called expectations themselves were entirely different emotions.

Now, he was an inseparable part of her life, so how could she ignore his pain and seek another substitute?

“…Because of me.”

Because he was such an important person, guilt naturally stirred in Merilyn’s heart as she looked down at him.

Even though it was unclear why Yasmo hid within human society, her targeting him was probably because she somehow sensed his presence.

Even if the cause was mere curiosity or trivial from her perspective, the result was undeniably that harm was done because she was by his side.

“Because of me, Woo Hyo-sung…”

Despite feeling such self-loathing, Merilyn endured that sense of despair and tried to support his body to check on his condition.

She considered it sufficient to explain the situation or ask for forgiveness after he would recover.

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-Thud.

After leaving the scene, Merilyn hastily rented a room in an inn located in a bustling area.

Then, she laid him on the bed and spent some time checking on his condition with her hand on his collapsed body.

‘Yasmo’s magic has penetrated deeply. If I hadn’t intervened, he might have become a cripple.’

Signs of resistance were evident all over his body, suggesting he had noticed something and fought back, but the opponent was the Queen of Mongmas,¹ who had lived a similar length of time as herself.

She was a lustful demon who, with the power she had accumulated over time, ravished any prey that caught her eye across various dimensions.

No matter how naturally strong he was, if caught off guard, it would have been impossible for a human to resist beyond their limits.

“Haa, haa.”

Though he was in a state just short of being completely drained of life force, he couldn’t be free from the magic that had invaded his mind.

If left as he was and unable to wake from his nightmares, his mind might be completely destroyed, beyond repair.

“…Woo Hyo-sung, don’t worry. I’ll heal you right away.”

Fortunately, she was also a pure-blooded demon like Yasmo.

As someone skilled in handling demonic power, she was confident she could neutralize the magic that had infiltrated his mind.

Just by placing her hand on him and absorbing that magic into herself to slowly remove it, she thought she could surely heal him, even if just for a moment.

“Haa, haa…”

While continuing the healing process, he sat up, gasping for breath, and began to turn his dazed eyes towards Merilyn.

“Woo Hyo-sung, just a moment! If you stand up… Uh?!”

As she hurriedly approached to lay him back down, her lips were abruptly blocked.

Through the warmth she felt, Merilyn realized his lips were pressed against hers.

-Smooch, hmmmm.

No, it wasn’t just a simple bump.

As his tongue slipped through the gap in her lips, it was undeniably a kiss—an act that could only be called an adult’s kiss.

“W-wait, Woo Hyo-sung, why…? Hnn, hnnnn!”

As the kiss gradually intensified, Merilyn couldn’t help but accept it, unable to push him away.

It wasn’t the first time they kissed, but it was she who had initiated it back then.

Even then, she had eventually given up because he couldn’t prioritize her, but now that he was kissing her as if he desired her, how could she push him away?

“Merilyn, it’s you, right…?”

At the end of such a passionate kiss, her love, gasping for breath, turned his dazed eyes towards her.

His eyes weren’t properly focused, but his uttering of her name indicated that he was conscious.

Yes, his inherent mental strength had kept him from resisting the magic that stirred his mind until now.

“Actually… it’s been incredibly hard to resist since earlier.”

But that only meant he could maintain his sense of self; it didn’t mean he could completely shake off the force that had invaded his body.

If he let go of his rationality even for a moment, he would not only lose consciousness, but he would also be constantly swayed by the ‘physical stimuli’ he felt throughout the process.

Essentially, he was intoxicated by the ‘lustful magic’ emitted by the demon, akin to being under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac.

“I somehow managed to hold on… but now, as I relax… my body isn’t responding.”

“Wh-What? Uh, wait… Ah, oh?!”

Merilyn stiffened in surprise at the touch of a hand on her chest.

Caught off guard by such an unexpected situation, he soon began to close in on her lips, wet from saliva.

“Haa, ugh…”

A rough moan escaped his mouth.

Her heart pounded with the lust she felt from him.

‘With Woo Hyo-sung… really?’

Of course, she had always dreamed of such a thing.

Although there was always a first place in her heart, she believed that over time, if he prioritized her over others, they could form an ideal relationship.

So, she thought of taking this moment as an opportunity to rapidly close the distance between them.

‘So, I should… have expectations.’

But why?

Despite longing for such a situation, why was there a feeling of fear writhing in her heart at this moment?

“No, don’t…”

Before she could even realize the reason, Merilyn’s hands began to roughly push his body away.

With hands that still trembled from the earlier battle, she unleashed all her strength and magic in her blow.

“Noooooooo!”

-Boom!!!

His body was blown away to the opposite side of the room, crashing heavily into it.

After floundering from the shock, his body slumped, but Merilyn could not bring herself to express her concern for him.

She had always thought that no matter how much she had hoped for a situation to occur, it had to happen through their mutual consent.

“…I-Idiot!”

Yes, the aversion she felt now was surely because of that reason.

There couldn’t be any other reason.

“How can you suddenly do this when I’m not even ready?! Hyo-sung, you idiot! Idiooot!!!”

She, who had been the second in rank in the Demon King’s army, feeling embarrassed over something like this.

How could that be possible?

1. ED/N: Succubus ️