The Cursed Gamer, Book 3

423: Divine Progression (3)

Chapter 423: Divine Progression (3)

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"Come here,"

Neji waved his hand towards himself, and Ingvild Leviathan came flying towards him. She dropped on the thick armrest of his throne, on the right side. Her ass rested on the golden plate, and her figure was eye to eye with him in that position.

"You can rest here." Neji looked into her eyes and said, watching her look away and nod hesitantly. "You can sing... if you like."

She looked up at him again, and then down once more. She understood that he wanted her to sing, though it was entirely up to her if she would follow his desire. Gulping, she began to hum instead.

"Mhm," Neji nodded to nobody and raised his hand at the leftmost side of the row of devils. "Now, let us officially start. From the very first to the last."

There was a harrowing slip of breath in the air, as the devils exchanged glances. A few were yelling at Neji now, they had been doing so from the beginning, but he ignored them. They'd face their fate.

The sky on his side was blue and lovely, while the sky on the devil's side was orange and fiery. It rained fire sparks from the black clouds, as did lightning, while the ground on their feet was hot enough to burn their skin. The devil grimaced in pain as he started.

"Number 1," he looked at the devil #1. It was a green-haired woman, thick and hot. With a thought from Neji, the contract scroll appeared in the sky again. "It's the same terms and conditions as Ingvild. You won't get to sit on the armrest of my throne, though, it's a special place for her."

"How dare you, bastard!" To his boredom, the woman yelled, spitting on the ground. "I'd rather die. Try killing me though, I am from the family of the current Satan Beez-"

Neji's already raised finger shot out a beam of light, but this was a bit bigger than the last one, the size of a basketball, that hit the woman squarely on the head and erased her skull. Her dead body blasted out blood from her neck and hung from the chains.

"Next, Number 2." Neji looked to the devil beside the dead body. It was a man with a well-kept beard and a serious face. "Alright, let's make this quick. I Don't have all day. Just answer, Yes or No? Yes means you bow to me but get to live; No means you die."

"Yes," the man quickly said. "I accept your terms and conditions."

"Good." The contract in the sky glowed and vanished but soon was replaced by a new one. With a snap of his finger, the devil was teleported away from his chains and appeared on the grass of Neji's side. There was a circular box barrier, and he appeared inside it. "You guys will be freed later, but for now stay there. Next."

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Neji reached the 1000th devil in no time; the conversation was either yes or no, and the result happened in a second. Of the thousand devils, 352 chose their pride, and 648 their lives. There was no sparing of any of them.

The live stream had reached its highest views. Neji was killing the devils with holy light, but every technique was different from the others, so the gore was also different. The people watching this realized this was not any CGI, it was too detailed to be one.

A part of the comments was now cursing Neji, while a larger majority cheered for him, for killing the devils. Some were curious about his relationship with Ingvild, inquiring why she was receiving special treatment, but there was nobody to answer them about it.

At this point, Neji decided to be quick and finish this faster.

"Now that we are at the thousandth mark," Neji said. "We should finish this in one go. I'll let go of one of your hands, you can only raise your hand though, not cast any spells. Now, you can raise your hand and stay still if you want to survive by bowing to me, or else you can keep your hand low and die. It's up to you."