【The Journey of Depravity】(0-2)

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The Journey of Fallen

Author: Idle Reading
Word Count: 7200

Prologue The Vanished Little Yellow Book

"Huh? Where did my e-book containing erotic stories go?!"

Chapter 1 Succession, Inheritance, Destruction

Autumn, 2017 AD.

Holy City, Ambrosius.

The vast city had been deserted for an hour, with hundreds of thousands of citizens gathered
silently before a huge tower in the city center.

The tower, known as the Holy Tower, is one of the iconic buildings of the Holy City. It stands 1365 meters tall, exactly
the year the Holy City was built, and its top is perpetually shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see
the top.

Looking down from above, the square in front of the Holy Tower and the surrounding open space are teeming with people. The reason for this is that
the Holy City's once-every-ten-year Holy Maiden succession ceremony is finally about to begin.

...

The Holy Tower, atop the clouds.

A pair of light blue eyes silently watch the ceremony about to begin below.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking?" A slightly anxious question came from
behind : "Why send that innocent girl to perform the ritual in my place?"

Helen looked at the old man she respected so much, utterly bewildered.

The old man had short, jet-black hair, wore a white robe embroidered with gold trim, and held a
platinum scepter topped with a blue holy crystal. Hearing his granddaughter's question, he stood for a long time, then sighed, turned around, and
gazed into Helen's eyes with his wise gaze, slowly saying, "They are coming... and you, as the next Holy Maiden,
must not sacrifice yourself at this time."

Helen's emerald green eyes widened, seemingly unable to understand the old man's words, and she was momentarily stunned, then
a series of questions blurted out.

"Who are they? And why did I sacrifice myself? Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"They are invaders, destroyers, darkness, and viruses. The next Holy Maiden is the only hope left for this
world , so..."

Helen was listening intently when suddenly, a barely audible gust of wind came from behind her. Before she
could react , everything went black, and she quickly lost consciousness.

"Take her away, as far as possible." The old man seemed unconcerned about Helen's unconsciousness, waving his hand
and turning back, his eyes fixed on the ceremony that had officially begun below.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The figure in the gray robe nodded slightly to the old man's back, picked up Helen, and
vanished instantly.

"I hope you can survive..."

...

Qiuyue stood blankly on the high platform. She still couldn't understand why she had suddenly become the Holy Maiden.
Before, she was just a tourist visiting the ancient and traditional culture of the Holy City, and could also witness
the world-renowned Holy Maiden succession ceremony.

But why had she suddenly become the next Holy Maiden?

This morning, upon arriving in the Holy City, she encountered a kind old man. They
were chatting the city's culture when suddenly she lost consciousness. When she awoke, she was in this state
.

Unable to speak, unable to move, everything was controlled by her maids and the bishop, her body
manipulated like a puppet by a strange force.

Were all the Holy Maidens of the Holy City puppets like her before?

Could she have been…

No, no, no, how could that happen? Impossible! This is the Holy City,
the city hailed as the Heart of the World.

Shaking off these strange thoughts, Qiu Yue gazed at the dense crowd below the platform. She wanted to
shout , "I'm not a Holy Maiden! I was kidnapped! Your revered Pope!

" The kind old man was the ruler of the Holy City, His Holiness the Pope, Constant Olivies Owen.

She only remembered later that she seemed to have seen
that . Although the elderly woman has gradually faded from public view in recent years, and news about her is rarely reported, she
still ranks fourth on the popularity list.

At this moment, the previously slightly noisy crowd below suddenly fell silent. Qiu Yue rolled her eyes and
caught a glimpse of a white figure slowly walking towards her. The priests and bishops around her bowed their heads in greeting, and
the crowd below also lowered their heads.

The figure didn't even glance at her, walking straight to her and slowly raising
the scepter in front of the dark mass of people below.

The villain!

The culprit who made her a saintess!

The evildoer was right before her eyes, and Qiu Yue could only watch helplessly as he solemnly announced her as the next saintess;
even if she wanted to glare in protest, it would be extremely difficult.

But the series of events that followed left Qiu Yue somewhat bewildered, or rather, stunned.

First, the sky suddenly turned a deep crimson, like blood. Then, without any warning, a gigantic,
blood-red eye appeared in the sky. Perhaps the sky's color change was merely a reflection of the crimson within the eye.

As Qiuyue and countless others stared blankly at the sky, a hand gently patted her shoulder, and
a slightly weary voice came from beside her.

"Run!"

"It's a bit late, but I still have to apologize for using you."

After the touch, Qiuyue realized she could move again, and standing beside her was
the old man who had filled her with such hatred.

The old man gazed at the sky and continued, "Although I don't know how you entered the long-sealed holy city
, seeing you has suddenly brought a glimmer of light to our previously bleak future."

"You have the same physique, capable of attracting them..."

"Only true saintesses can gain the opportunity to grow in secret."

"For the sake of our homeland, so, I'm sorry..."

Qiu Yue listened blankly to the old man's rambling, strange words, understanding only vaguely.
In short , she felt like she had been dragged into a huge mess.

"Although I'd love to explain in detail, there's probably not enough time." The old man looked at the
increasingly . This time, he raised his scepter again and shouted to the countless people below, "
Prepare for defense!"

Qiu Yue was once again stunned as countless figures below instantly stripped off their coats, revealing
gleaming , and mages in various robes. There were no civilians among the crowd.

The next moment, countless drops of blood gushed from the giant eye in the sky, landing on the ground
without splashing, transforming into strange, blood-red creatures.

Although the world of magic was inherently vibrant and diverse, Qiu Yue had never seen such terrifying
blood-red creatures.

Cut in half, they would split into two smaller monsters, and the pieces could even merge to form new monsters. Only powerful
magical attacks could effectively slow their resurrection.

The balance of the battle had tilted completely to one side from the very beginning.

What was Qiu Yue doing at this moment?

She did nothing, only closed her eyes and trembled all over. In her youth, she had never practiced magic
or combat skills; after all, she came from a good family, and her personal magical aptitude was only at
the intermediate level, requiring three years to even begin.

Three years, filled with tedious meditation every day. She couldn't bear it. She fantasized about
learning magic in a month, or even a day, but for her, that was impossible.

The battle continued. Painful screams, fierce shouts, the tearing sounds of flesh being ripped apart, and
strange buzzing all flooded Qiu Yue's mind, making her tremble and her legs weak. She had never witnessed
such a realistic battle scene before; countless lives were being ground down like grains of sand in a millstone. She closed her eyes,
unable to bear the gruesome sight of flying blood and gore.

The old man beside Qiu Yue radiated a dazzling white light; the monsters, illuminated by this blinding light,
began to melt away. The old man had intended to help Qiuyue escape, but seeing that the monsters landing not far from her
seemed uninterested in her, he raised his staff and charged into the horde of monsters, shouting,
"Holy Light works on them!"

Time seemed to have passed for a very long time in Qiuyue's mind. Although her legs were still weak, she
finally dared to secretly open her eyes.

Quietly glancing around, Qiuyue realized she seemed to be alone on the platform, while the battle below continued
fiercely. The crimson liquid in the sky seemed endless, still dripping. She watched helplessly as a
monster formed two meters in front of her, and she quickly closed her eyes in fright. But when she opened them again, the monster
had vanished.

"What's going on?" Qiu Yue was bewildered. When the next monster materialized beside her, she
didn't close her eyes. Instead, she stared with a mixture of fear and curiosity at the pool of blood dripping onto the ground. First, the monster
's head emerged from the blood, then two sharp claws stretched out, gripping
the boundary between the blood and the ground like rock climbers. The ground cracked slightly, scattering pebbles. Then, the monster's grotesque body leaped out of the blood
.

As if born for slaughter, the monster was covered in blood-red spikes on every part of its body. Its body was covered in a
thin blood-red membrane, like armor for battle. It wasn't tall, but rather somewhat slender. Yet, the
elite soldiers of the Holy City were overwhelmed by the monsters, often requiring 5-7 men to contend with a single one.

The monster stood not far from Qiu Yue, its indifferent gaze sweeping over the surroundings, treating her as if she were nothing. Then, it
leaped off the platform and joined the chaotic battle below.

The battle continued, the ground seemingly covered by a thick layer of blood crust, a nauseating sight. Qiu Yue could no longer
see the old man's figure; she could only occasionally glimpse bursts of holy light in the distance—that was probably the old man.

The sky gradually darkened.

Qiu Yue, sensing something, looked up at the sky, and in the center of that blood-red eye, a
swirling .

At that moment, it seemed as if all sounds around her had vanished, and the surrounding scenery had strangely lost its color.
The only thing remaining in her eyes was that strange and beautiful vortex.

"Not you…"

A deep male voice from somewhere startled Qiu Yue awake. Opening her eyes, she was horrified
to find herself no longer on the high platform of the Holy City, but in a blood-red space.

Qiu Yue looked back towards the source of the voice, and the scene that greeted her made her eyes widen, her cheeks
instantly flushing a lovely pink blush.

An unknown creature resembling a human male, clad in a magnificent blood-red robe, leaned against a crimson throne.
Qiu Yue couldn't make out his face; the only thing she could clearly discern was his pair of blood-red eyes,
filled with indifference and disgust, fixed upon her.

What shamed Qiu Yue even more was what surrounded the man.

On either side of the throne stood a woman resembling a maid, holding
a silver tray containing what appeared to be a wine jug and cups. With Qiu Yue's aesthetic sense, she could readily bestow the word "beautiful" upon them. Yet, at this moment
, words like "lewd" and "seductive" surfaced in Qiu Yue's mind.

In Qiu Yue's view, the two women were completely naked—no, perhaps they were clothed;
the only garment they wore consisted of blood-red tentacles wrapped around their thighs, waists, chests, and necks, but
even this clothing offered no cover for their private parts.

Qiu Yue could even see two thick, cylindrical tentacles separating from the tentacles on their thighs,
writhing and thrusting in and out of their genitals with rhythmic, soft "plop"

sounds. Similarly, their breasts were entangled and writhing by a ring of tentacles, their nipples being wrapped by the tips of the tentacles
and pulled outwards with each thrust.

Despite such rough treatment, the two women remained perfectly calm, their arms holding trays
motionless , their eyes filled with absolute reverence and submission as they gazed at the man beside them. In front of the throne
lay another naked, blue-haired woman, her back parallel to the ground, her pair of white, tender breasts
trembling slightly in the air. The woman's head was lowered, and Qiu Yue couldn't see her face, but her smooth, white skin told her
that this woman must also be a beauty.

The man's feet were resting on the woman's smooth back. Unlike the perfectly calm maid behind her,
the woman 's body seemed to be trembling, like a white rabbit trembling under the claws of a demonic beast.

"You are not the protagonist of this world." The man's words brought Qiuyue
back to her senses , but he seemed to be talking to himself, continuing to murmur, "As expected, those with the protagonist's halo are not
so easy to capture."

After that, the mysterious crimson space fell into an enigmatic silence. Qiuyue held her breath, her body trembling slightly,
like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

After a long silence, the man's deep voice rang out again: "What a pity, not a main character, no collectible value,
even if you have the same aptitude as them."

"Sell them on the market. With this kind of aptitude, quite a few people should like them."

As soon as the man finished speaking, a cold reply came from within the space: "Yes, Master."

A tall woman in a silver-white knight's uniform emerged from the shadows behind the throne. Her eyes were slightly closed, she
knelt on one knee, and her long, soft, bright purple hair cascaded over her shoulders. However, compared to her solemn demeanor, her
bent right leg lifted her skirt, revealing her undisguised pink private parts. The pink
seemed exceptionally vibrant, covered with a layer of transparent sheen, and a thin stream of clear fluid
dripped rapidly from within, quickly disappearing without a trace.

The female knight quickly rose, expressionless, and strode to Qiuyue. Taking advantage of Qiuyue's stunned expression as she was bewildered by the female knight's
attire , she drew a knife in one hand and swiftly slashed at Qiuyue's neck.

A flash of light, and Qiuyue instantly lost consciousness.

The female knight scooped up the collapsing Akizuki and slowly walked towards a portal of light. Crimson light
illuminated her body, and beside her shadow, several intertwined, tentacle-like shadows frantically toyed with
her reflection. Along her path, drops of transparent liquid reflecting the crimson light shimmered on the ground
.

In the darkness, two opposing consciousnesses were arguing.

"Hey, you didn't tell me anything about this!"

"Didn't I tell you you were going on a trip to the Holy City for a few days?"

"You, hmph! So, this is the world you said would make me stronger quickly?"

"Yes, yes, this is it!"

"But, but it looks so strange."

"Didn't you say you were already mentally prepared?"

"...But, but..."

"Don't worry, girl, I will help you! After all, that's my world."

Chapter Two: Suzuki Academy Akizuki awoke with a start in a brightly lit classroom, and then a series of messages

suddenly flooded her mind . 　　"Earth... Japan... Tokyo... Suzuki no..." 　　This is Tokyo, Japan, in Class 3, Grade 11 at Suzuki no Academy. 　　It's springtime, but the female students are already wearing summer uniforms, revealing their fair legs and forearms, and she naturally becomes one of them. 　　"What's going on? Hey? Are you there? Hello, hello, hello?" Akizuki calls out to an unknown entity in her mind, but receives no response. 　　"Hmm, strange, where is Japan? Is there a floating island called Japan on the mainland?" Akizuki is completely baffled . 　　Even so, she still has to greet her classmates based on the information that appears in her mind, communicating with them according to the information in her head. Akizuki perfectly plays the role of this female student also named Akizuki, without making a single mistake, because in her mind, whenever she is about to speak or act, the appropriate behavior naturally appears. She had tried to communicate in her own way, but at that time, it seemed as if the people around her didn't hear her. Only when she expressed herself according to the standard in her mind would they respond. 　　"How strange..." Qiuyue frowned, listening to the pleasant bell ringing outside the window, lost in thought. 　　At this moment, at the school gate, a man in a black trench coat was being stopped by the school's guards. 　　"Who are you? What are you trying to do in here?" 　　"Tsk, even a little bit of fun can backfire. If I didn't mess around, I'd get fined..." The man curled his lip , pulled down his hood, and said, "Uh, wrong way... Sorry." 　　The man turned and left without hesitation, his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant. 　　"This school isn't for just anyone. Hurry up and go!" the guard waved his hand . 　　The man slowly walked to the corner, turned, and in the next instant, he abruptly disappeared around the corner. 　　The next moment, the guard abruptly covered his lips, and a torrent of blood slowly seeped from between his fingers. Then , as if unable to bear it any longer, he coughed violently, and a large pool of blood gushed from his lips, spilling onto the ground. Along with the blood, a severed, bright red tongue also fell. 　　... 　　The man in the trench coat strolled leisurely through the academy, his hands behind his back, a hint of pain in his eyes. 　　"Got 500 points deducted... That's really unfair!" 　　"I need to teach my temper a lesson." 　　"The location seems to be this way, Class 3, Year 2..." 　　This was a Japanese language class, taught by an old professor. Akizuki admitted that although she could understand , putting them together... emmmmm. 　　"Ah, sorry, teacher, it's not that I don't want to listen, it's just that I don't understand." With this excuse, Akizuki drifted off into a daze again, the information in her mind like a tangled mess, which she tried to slowly sort out. 　　But after frowning and pondering for a long time, Akizuki was still completely confused. 　　"I can't do it... Hey! Give me a reply!" 　　There was no response. 　　Akizuki looked out the window, feeling somewhat annoyed. Looking at the clear blue sky, she felt a little more at ease. 　　The transparent glass window reflected the professor diligently educating his students in front of the classroom, the students engrossed in absorbing , her own boredom and daydreaming, and the dark figure standing outside the classroom door. 　　Akizuki's expression froze, and she abruptly turned her head, but there was no dark figure at the classroom door.

"A hallucination? Hmm?" Qiuyue tossed her long black hair and scratched her neck, which seemed
a little itchy.

"Never mind, I haven't even figured out my own problems yet, and that guy isn't here. Seriously, he promised
to help me, what am I supposed to do now?!" The chaotic thoughts swirling in Qiuyue's mind made her
irritable .

She grabbed the water bottle on the table and started gulping it down. She
'd never seen anything so convenient before.

One sip, two sips, three sips...

the water bottle gradually emptied, but Qiuyue didn't feel her thirst lessen at all; instead,
her lips felt dry and hot. Frowning, Qiuyue slowly put down the water bottle, touched her lips, which were slightly
wet and swollen.

Outside the classroom, the man in the trench coat leaned against the wall, gulping down a bottle of orange juice, then
letting out a satisfied burp.

"So satisfying!"

"Let's try something different later..."

Throughout the class, Akizuki listened intermittently, seemingly unaware of anything particularly unusual, only occasionally
experiencing a strange itching sensation, as if a warm current was coursing through her skin.

"Akizuki-chan, your face is so red! What's wrong? Are you going through puberty? Or have you fallen for some handsome guy?"

A blonde girl with a bright smile turned around in front of Akizuki, resting her chin on her index finger, and said
with a grin.

This time, Akizuki didn't come up with an answer.

"Can I answer this myself?" Akizuki was somewhat surprised, then realized what she meant, lightly patted
the blonde girl's head, and replied, "Nothing at all, Yuuka-chan, you're just overthinking things again."

"Hmph, I'm ignoring you." Yuuka made a face and quickly turned her head away.

Where Qiuyue couldn't see, Yuhua quickly opened her mouth, her pink tongue instinctively sticking out. She placed her palms together
under her lips, a trickle of saliva flowing down her adorable tongue into her palm.
On , several strange white threads tangled like a spiderweb.

"How could this be?" For some reason, Yuhua's eyes instantly filled with tears. She stretched out her fingers and gently
tugged at the threads on her tongue, pulling them off little by little. Looking at the strange white threads on
her palm , Yuhua pinched and rubbed them, her face filled with confusion.

"This is…"

"No way… how could this be…"

After Yuhua turned her head away, Qiuyue's expression changed slightly. She felt a strange chill,
as if her delicate skin was directly exposed to the air. Moreover, her breasts felt strange; with the slightest movement,
the tips felt as if they were being electrocuted.

Akizuki then discreetly searched her body and discovered something strange: she
didn't seem to be wearing any undergarments, only a black sailor uniform with gold trim and a black pleated skirt.

Akizuki was familiar with this type of undergarment; similar clothing existed in her world. However, she
hadn't paid attention to her attire after waking up, as if she were already used to it.

Had she never worn such undergarments from the beginning?

But what was this electric shock-like sensation... her nipples were swollen...

and so itchy...

Akizuki closed her legs, cupped her hands over her chest, and gently moved her arms back and forth.

"Ugh..."

"This feels so strange..."

With Akizuki's pressure, the tingling and itching in her breasts intensified, as if dozens of hot currents had spontaneously generated
and surged beneath her breasts, almost unbearable.

"Ugh, this can't go on..."

"Hoo..." Qiu Yue slowly slumped onto the table, her face flushed. She forcefully suppressed her inner
turmoil and the urge to vigorously rub her breasts, breathing softly.

"There's definitely something wrong here!" This thought raced through Qiu Yue's mind.

Somewhere outside the classroom, a man in a trench coat toyed with a
small bottle containing blue liquid, about two-thirds full, muttering to himself, "Damn, this tiny bottle costs 100 points! Why not
just rob someone ... 100 points can buy ten pounds of this stuff outside, pshaw, unscrupulous merchants!"

A moment later, he pulled a small wad of pink cloth from his pocket, cautiously looked it over
, then smelled it and sighed.

"What a perverted act." It didn't smell at all.

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