Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 5, Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: Cause and Effect

"Huff...huff...huff...I...I don't want to die here! I even killed the Ten Tigers of the Water City, how could I possibly be killed by a spider!"

I was panting heavily, yet I dared not linger for even a moment longer. My legs spun like windmills, terrified of being caught by the Witch Dragon Spider behind me.

My current state perfectly encapsulated the saying "extreme joy turns to sorrow." The Nine-Headed Eagle Demon, having unleashed its ultimate attack, was pierced through the chest by the Witch Dragon Spider's silver threads and instantly killed. I naturally clapped and cheered, forgetting that I had instantly become the closest living person to the Witch Dragon Spider. Thus, the enormous female spider turned its target and attacked me…

My status as a summoner definitely had an impact. Otherwise, the Dragon Spider's high-frequency shrieks and attacks capable of melting steel shields would have already left me without a burial place, giving me no chance to escape. Therefore, the magical attacks launched by summoned beasts were probably ineffective against me.

But the Witch Spider quickly realized this and switched to close-range physical attacks. Its eight two-foot-long claws, moving at breakneck speed, easily destroyed trees along its path. As the loud snapping sounds grew closer, I had no doubt that if my body were swept by those claws, it would be a gruesome sight of being torn to pieces and having my brains spilled out.

At the beginning of my escape, I called for Thrush, asking her to come out and help or to run away sooner, but there was no sound from the bushes. It seemed she had either already escaped or been stunned by the high-frequency sound waves.

"Damn it, with such terrible martial arts skills, what kind of revenge are you taking? Luckily I killed all the enemies, otherwise you would definitely lose your chastity."

The pressure was too great; I had to find something to say to distract myself, otherwise I might collapse at any moment. Neither sprinting nor long-distance running has ever been my forte; discovering I could run like this today is truly a miracle.

If it were just an ordinary enemy chasing me, I could try to hit and run, using lewd magic to counterattack. But the Hellish Goddess of Lust is at the pinnacle of all lewd magic techniques, and in this mutated state, any attempt to fight her with lewd spirits or beasts would be instantly annihilated.

The dense forest was originally disadvantageous to the dragon spider's massive body, but the witch dragon spider spread its eight claws wide, destroying nearby obstacles. Its stable and rapid movement was like an indestructible Hummer chariot, emitting a shrill, ghostly howl as it swept through mountains and felled trees.

Although I didn't have time to look back, those shrill screams were truly chilling, like thousands of vengeful souls from the depths of hell crying and wailing together. The overwhelming grief, resentment, and pain in their voices reminded me of that venomous gaze I had just glimpsed. Even though it was a clear, sunny day, I felt numb from head to toe, as if I were stepping into the depths of hell.

(By the way, this feeling of resentment is the same as that femme fatale in the arena...

I thought of that femme fatale in the arena that day, easily annihilating several giant monsters. If that thing and the witch dragon spider behind me are both the dark summoned beasts that Narcissus mentioned, then I finally understand the true nature of these summoned beasts.

True to their "dark" name, these summoned beasts have absolutely nothing to do with lewd magic; they must be the pinnacle of black magic created by Famit. I don't know how he did it, or how he possessed such powerful black magic, but these summoned beasts are undoubtedly the culmination of all the resentment, anger, hatred, and enmity in the world, utterly evil, formed from the accumulated resentment of millennia past. Therefore, once summoned, they only want to kill everything within their reach.)

(To create something like this, I wonder how many lives were sacrificed. Truly a chaotic world... But from another perspective, if something like this appeared in the world, it would be hard not to become a chaotic world!

This is not the time to lament history, because the Witch Dragon Spider showed no signs of getting tired. Several times I almost tore off large chunks of flesh from her. The situation was extremely critical. After one round of running, I suddenly found myself back at the starting point, having gone around in circles again.

(No, if I don't come up with a solution soon, I'm doomed.)

Several thoughts flashed through my mind, and suddenly I realized something. With my current power, it's impossible for me to use such a powerful summon. So it's the effect of the yellow crystal that allowed my dragon spider to evolve. In other words, the foundation for maintaining this summon's existence lies in the yellow crystal. If I destroy this source...

Although I felt so sorry that I wanted to cry, I had no other choice. I gritted my teeth, gripped Famit's legacy tightly, and smashed it down on a large rock next to me.

"Bang!"

The force was considerable, but the yellow crystal was unexpectedly sturdy; several blows didn't even leave a crack. The shrill shriek in my ear suddenly stopped. I knew something was wrong and instinctively dodged, but it was too late. I felt a sharp pain in my back as the spider's claws swept past.

"Ouch!"

Although no internal organs were injured, I bit my lip while dodging, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the yellow crystal. With a crisp cracking sound, the yellow crystal, which had been so impenetrable, actually developed a rather deep crack.

"Success."

In that instant, I half-turned my head, briefly meeting the black compound eyes of the Witch Dragon Spider. I saw the regret and resentment reflected within them. Then, with a shrill shriek filled with resentment, the giant shadow of the Witch Dragon Spider gradually faded and disappeared without a trace.

"Phew, I escaped that close call..."

This out-of-control journey through the past seems to be getting increasingly dangerous. I just want to return to the future as soon as possible, but it's a real pity that Famit's legacy is damaged like this. I wonder if it will still be able to function properly after this crack.

I gripped the blood-stained topaz tightly, about to examine it closely, when suddenly something small struck my wrist, and the topaz almost flew out of

my hand. "Hand over the stone! Give me Famit's legacy, and if I can control the six dark summons, I will control the entire earth!"

The person who wanted to take the topaz, one hand on the wound on his chest, roared furiously. It was none other than the Nine-Headed Eagle Demon who should have died.

"You! You're not..."

"Hmph, you think you can kill me so easily? That summoned beast's poisonous silk wounded me, but it didn't pierce my heart. That injury isn't enough to take my life."

The Nine-Headed Eagle Demon's face was covered in blood, his clothes tattered, his famous twin swords nowhere to be found, and he didn't even dare remove his hand from his chest wound. It seemed his injury was no less severe than mine. However, in terms of strength, even heavily injured, he still had plenty of leverage to overpower me, especially since I had failed even with my final attack and had no chance of a comeback.

Just as I was devising a plan to escape, a red figure slowly emerged from the bushes opposite me. The thrush beckoned to me from there, indicating she would attack the Nine-Headed Eagle Demon from behind and needed my cooperation. The Nine-Headed Eagle Demon was already severely injured; if I seized the opportunity to attack his right chest, a vital point, I would indeed have a great chance of victory.

“But it was a close call. If that monster hadn’t turned and chased you, and hadn’t continued its attack, I might have really died at its hands. Heh, you can only blame your bad luck.”

The Nine-Headed Eagle Demon said to himself, grinning maliciously. “Now what do you have to say? Or are you sure you’ll win? How will you win?”

“Don’t be too smug. I still have one last spell. I can…”

As I spoke, I gestured, pretending to be using some kind of magic. This was to attract his attention so that the thrush hiding in the blind spot could strike successfully.

The lure was quite successful. The Nine-Headed Eagle Demon stepped forward, ready to strike first, but at that moment, the thrush thrust forward with her knife. Using the Nine-Headed Eagle Demon’s lost knife, she and the knife became a bolt of cold lightning, shooting straight at the Nine-Headed Eagle Demon’s vital point in the back. Her brave and graceful figure was a sight to behold.

The blade stopped abruptly just before it was about to strike. As if it had eyes in the back of its head, the Nine-Ghost Eagle Demon suddenly turned around, clamping the blade between its legs and striking Hua Mei's delicate neck with a backhand palm strike. Despite its severe injury, the force of the palm strike was still powerful and deep, knocking Hua Mei unconscious with a single blow.

"Hahaha, you think you can get revenge with such meager skills? Your breathing is heavy; I spotted you from ten feet away. Trying to ambush me… After I deal with this brat, I guarantee I'll make sure you suffer a fate worse than death, hehe…"

The Nine-Ghost Eagle Demon stomped its feet mercilessly on the girl's soft body twice. Although I felt a pang of heartache, I couldn't care less, because the Nine-Ghost Eagle Demon's eyes remained fixed on me.

"How about it? Masked brat from the future, your magic weapon is gone, and I've dealt with your last ambush. What tricks do you have left to guarantee your victory? If you still have any, bring them all out. Let's see what else you have to offer me besides beauties and treasures."

"Don't be so smug. I'll definitely win, I... I'll definitely..."

"Hahaha, win? What makes you think you can win? Do you think Famit will appear and save you?"

"Fa... Famit... Anyway... I'll win, I'll win!"

Forced into a corner, I shouted these words at the top of my lungs, but even I didn't quite believe it, because I suddenly realized something crucial.

Under the premise that history cannot be altered, the fact that I am still alive twelve years later only guarantees that I will survive and grow up safely as a child, but it doesn't mean I won't die in the past! If this causal law doesn't hold, then no matter how you look at it, I am definitely going to die now.

"Boom... Boom..."

Just when I had given up all hope, a strange, muffled explosion of air rapidly approached from afar, growing louder and louder, like a thunderclap in a clear sky. The continuous explosions assaulted our eardrums, instantly intensifying into a roar like ten thousand horses galloping.

Amidst that thunderous roar, two dark figures approached from a distance, moving at incredible speed. They were clearly two figures, engaged in a fierce battle, but one was obviously at a disadvantage, being brutally beaten, blood splattering in the air.

"Ha, you bald thief, you actually dared to oppose His Majesty Yinzhen! You deserve to die a miserable death in a foreign land today!"

"You...you beast, even if this old monk were to pass away, I would not let you have your way."

After these two incomprehensible words, the shimmering figures in the air suddenly burst into flames, collided, and transformed into a blazing meteor that cleaved the sky, hurtling towards us.

It all happened so suddenly that we, standing there, were momentarily stunned. It wasn't until the meteor grew larger and the flames brighter that I realized I was in a very dangerous position. I immediately turned and ran.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar shook the earth. The impact sent me flying several feet into the air, crashing heavily to the ground, my body wracked with excruciating pain.

I struggled to my feet, the choking smoke and acrid smell filling my nostrils. Looking back, I saw a large crater in the ground, seemingly containing something. The Nine-Ghost Eagle Demon seemed to have been hit squarely, its body flying twenty feet away, half its head more than a hundred feet from its body… Of course, it was dead.

"Damn it... Damn it, how could this happen?"

After a brief moment of shock, I was so happy I almost danced with glee. "You piece of shit, I told you I would win, but you wouldn't believe me even if you died. See? Even the heavens are on my side, throwing down a meteorite to kill you."

As I was gloating over the Nine-Headed Eagle Demon, I suddenly heard a few faint groans coming from the bottom of the meteorite crater. Curious, I slowly approached and was shocked to find a critically injured, dying person inside. His appearance was vaguely familiar. It was...

"The Great Monk? How could it be you?"

The critically injured person, who was almost half-charred, was the monk from the other continent who gave me the Yellow Crystal. Seeing him in such a miserable state, I quickly approached, wanting to hear what he was muttering... It might very well be his last words.

"Great monk, is there anything else you want to say? Perhaps I can..."

The monk's dazed eyes gradually cleared when he saw me, as if he recognized me. After coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, he murmured that I wasn't his contact in this area. The real comrade had been killed. He had carelessly followed the code to investigate, only to be ambushed by the enemy, leading to this tragic end.

This wasn't surprising at all; I was never his comrade. I just couldn't understand why he would make such a mistake.

"...But...you are not one of our comrades...why...why can you recite our code..."

"Code? What code? I have no idea!"

"...Well...well...this humble monk has been killed and came to seek a good connection with you..."

"Oh dear, great monk, you're practically ripe for the hills, what kind of good connection are you trying to establish? If you want to establish a connection, save it for when..."

I stopped mid-sentence, suddenly frozen in place. I recalled the strange words I uttered when I first met the monk: "Well said. This humble monk has been murdered and wishes to establish a karmic connection with you, benefactor."

"Benefactor, I've heard you've suffered from infertility for many years. This humble monk possesses a profound book called the 'Jade Planting Technique,' which requires forty-nine virgins..."

"Benefactor, is your surname Mao?"

At the time, I didn't understand the meaning of these words, but now, thinking back, could they have been some kind of code? Some kind of code used to identify someone?

If that's truly the case, then why did I encounter the monk "yesterday" morning, speak to him using this code, and thus make him consider me one of his own, without any suspicion, and even entrust me with the legacy of his magical arts?

"...So be it...it's all karma. The fact that Famit's legacy fell into your hands and wasn't taken by them is also the will of Buddha..."

Who were the "them" the monk spoke of? And who had injured him so badly? I was about to ask when the monk, looking at me with difficulty, said haltingly that he was very grateful for the Xuanwu True Skill manual I had given him. In return, he wanted to give me the "Book of Lustful Magic" he had painstakingly found, but this book was currently in the hands of his twin brother, who was on a secret mission and wouldn't return for several years.

"So, that monk...is your twin brother? Not you?"

Hearing this, I suddenly understood, but was also stunned. I never imagined fate could be so cruel.

In my pursuit of Yueying's secret, I traveled back in time and encountered this monk. This connection led to his twin brother giving me the "Book of Lustful Magic" years later. The coded message used when delivering the book became the key to communication between us when I returned to the past.

I know the principle of "no pain, no gain," but... the cause of tomorrow's result becoming today's cause—this is unimaginable unless experienced firsthand. The intricate nature of cause and effect is truly astonishing.

However... an organization that uses the same code for over a decade is really...

"...Benefactor, you have profound blessings. I hope you will make good use of Famit's secret treasure...to benefit the world..."

The monk was probably delirious before his death, telling me to benefit the world. He didn't consider that what he gave me wasn't Buddhist scriptures, but the "Book of Lustful Magic." To use this to benefit the world would mean indulging in promiscuity everywhere, resulting in countless illegitimate children.

I wanted to ask who exactly orchestrated his assassination, so that Dingyi might have the opportunity to relay a message for him in the future. But the monk told me that news of their sea voyage to collect the secret treasure had spread, and the great demon king's subordinates, upon learning of this, also crossed the ocean to hunt him down and intercept him. He was caught off guard and ultimately met such an end.

Seeing that the monk was barely breathing, his mind becoming increasingly hazy, I had expected him to chant verses and pass away peacefully like the high monks in the scriptures. But all I heard from his muttered murmurs was incomprehensible.

"...When the royal army has pacified the Central Plains, remember to tell your grandfather at the family sacrifice...Fang Weng, you did the right thing. The human world must ultimately be protected by humans...One day...we will once again protect the human world from the demons...Unfortunately, I won't see it..."

The monk murmured, then finally fell silent. And at the moment his breath completely stopped, his entire body slowly turned to ashes, leaving not a trace, truly passing away peacefully.

Although I knew absolutely nothing about him, not even his Buddhist name or his real name, he had greatly influenced my life. Witnessing his death, my strongest feeling was that he truly loved his hometown…

Overwhelmed with sorrow, I stood up, clasped my hands in prayer several times, and was about to enjoy the privileges of a victor by searching the corpse of the Nine-Ghost Eagle Demon for any secret manuals, when suddenly I heard a sound nearby, like a girl's soft moans.

I found it strange and stepped out of the crater to investigate, becoming increasingly puzzled. The sound was filled with lust, the soft moans and gasps of a woman at the height of her desire… Could someone have been affected by the power of the lustful barrier, unable to control their passion? But the Water Tigers were all wiped out; could the person here be… Hua Mei?

Following the soft moans into the woods, I was surprised by what I saw. There was indeed a woman lying under a tree, her cheeks flushed, emitting soft, alluring moans. However, it held no appeal for me… If I were willing to sit here for ten years, waiting for this little beauty to grow up, it would be a truly delightful sight. But right now, I had no interest in a little girl moaning softly.

Actually, putting aside her age, Xiao Linglan was quite adorable.

Her delicate, fair oval face wore a sweet, playful smile. Her beautiful, amethyst-like eyes sparkled, and above her long eyelashes were two arched, slender, dark eyebrows. Combined with her delicate, straight nose, soft, rosy lips, and a set of neat, white teeth, despite her young age, she was a pure and innocent little beauty.

To blend into the crowd and see her sister off, she dressed casually today, wearing a light blue short skirt that revealed her slender legs. Underneath her white socks embroidered with flowers were a pair of small embroidered shoes that her sister had sewn herself. Her glossy black hair was tied into two small braids, each adorned with a pair of lifelike golden phoenix hairpins.

(Damn, this little girl is really delicate...

I took a few steps forward to try and get a better look. Little Linglan's face was flushed, her breath carrying a sweet, musky scent. Her light blue skirt was flipped up, revealing half of her plump, white buttocks. Her yellow underpants were haphazardly pulled down to her crotch. She was lying on the ground, rolling around in pain.

"Little sister. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Um...so hot...so hot...my stomach hurts so much..."

The usual reaction to aphrodisiacs is a burning sensation in the lower abdomen, so Little Linglan's reaction was perfectly normal; she just didn't understand it because she was so naive. The problem was, seeing her innocent yet alluring, captivatingly sexy childlike appearance truly stirred my heart. And before I knew it, a surge of heat had rapidly accumulated between my legs, and I was aroused.)

(Uh... I really didn't expect this. How could I react to this little girl?

I am surprised, but some questions don't need to be thought about. Just feel them. You can fool your brain, but you can never lie to your body. Eat when you want to eat, sleep when you want to sleep, and if you want to... don't waste this great opportunity.)

(But... to do something so immoral, isn't that inhuman? Wouldn't that be worse than an animal? The girl will suffer immense psychological trauma, affecting her for life...

Reason usually advises me before I do anything, but it's not very effective with me, especially when I think about how utterly inhuman and depraved this is. A surge of exhilarating excitement wells up in my chest, like being hailed as a national hero by millions... It seems the Farrell family's genes are truly extraordinary.

As for the immense trauma inflicted on the girl, affecting her for life...

I glanced at Xiao Linglan, panting and hugging herself on the ground, but my mind drifted to twelve years later. This girl would become a female demon born to restrain me, constantly making things difficult for me. Although this might be because she resents me for not keeping my promise to Yueying, I was also bullied by her for twelve years. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If I can't handle her as a female demon, it's not unreasonable to seek revenge on her from her childhood. Besides...)

"You brat, your sister's been playing with me for years, and I'll only play with you once. You've really gotten a good deal."

I smiled gently, though to others it would probably look like a sneer. But there was no one else here, not even Xiao Linglan, the only one who saw me smile. Her eyes were hazy with desire, her small, white hands blindly wrapped around her body, trying to relieve her lust through caresses, but she had no idea where to put her hands.

"Little girl, it's not like that. This is how it feels to touch you!"

"...Who, who are you? What do you want? Ah..."

Xiao Linglan was well-mannered and had a strong sense of self-defense. If she were conscious, she would never let a stranger like me get close so easily. But taking advantage of her confusion, I easily got to her side and pulled her slender, hot body into my arms.

“You little bitch, you're screaming like a horny cat, what are you pretending for? Don't move, or you'll regret it.”

The young woman's body was thin, without an ounce of excess flesh, almost slender, but her skin, exuding a milky fragrance, was incredibly white and delicate, feeling like a finger brushing against the finest silk. Her small breasts were only slightly larger than walnuts, and when I gently kneaded them, they weren't as soft as an adult woman's; it felt as if a small fleshy ball was sliding back and forth inside.

I stroked her chest through the fabric, then moved down over her lower abdomen, easily reaching her buttocks.

“Ah… let go… um… I, I'm going to tell my father… and my sister… you…”

"Ha, trying to scare people at such a young age? Let me tell you, after I'm done with you, you little bitch, I'll rape and kill you, bury your naked body in this forest. Even if someone digs it up ten or eight years later, the blame will fall on the Ten Tigers of Water City. Do you think your father and sister will even recognize you?"

With a threatening tone, I used the shameful posture of holding a child to urinate to rub the little princess's buttocks. Xiao Linglan's snowy buttocks were round and pink, irresistible to touch. After caressing them for a while, I lifted her short skirt and stroked her legs, slowly extending towards her inner thighs.

Xiao Linglan's face flushed red; her remaining rationality made her tightly grip my hands, trying to push me away, but the effect of the lustful barrier prevented her small hands from exerting enough force. Taking advantage of this opening, my fingers had already... Through the silk underpants, I explored the girl's tender little flower valley.

Based on my previous experience in brothels, I knew that girls this age must have exceptionally delicate skin there. If I used even a little too much force, it would cause them to cry out in pain. So I only gently pressed with my fingers through the underpants until the secretions soaked the crotch. Little Linglan let out a soft moan like an adorable kitten. Only then did I boldly pull off the white underpants, pulling them down to her ankles. Her small buttocks were incredibly white and delicate. Especially her little flower valley, clean and flawless, like a small bun, stood high and firm. In the tightly closed middle was a particularly distinct slit. My heart burned with desire, and I used all the flirting techniques I had used on Yueying these past few days on this cute little girl.

"Hoo-ah, ah-ya, ah-hmm..."

The girl's soft moans were like the cries of a small animal. Every time my fingers caressed her tender flesh, she would let out a soft, sensual cry.

"Ugh... I hate it... My mind is... almost completely blank..."

Her short, incoherent voice trailed off, her lifeless eyes already brimming with tears. What surprised me even more was that she couldn't help but wriggle her snow-white bottom in my palm, seeking even more pleasure.

"You little bitch, I've only touched you a few times, and you're already moaning? I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your father."

"No... no... ah... I need to pee..."

A wet, obscene sound came from between the girl's legs. The rapidly flowing nectar, a symbol of flawless purity, instantly soaked my palm and imprinted itself on her tender, white buttocks.

Seeing the time was ripe, I quickly pulled down my pants, freeing my long-awaited penis. I carefully examined its position, then rubbed the tip of my purplish-red penis against her wet, glistening vulva, occasionally lightly touching and slowly inserting it, symbolically giving it a little thrust.

After tapping it dozens of times, Xiao Linglan, her eyes reddened by the lustful barrier, let out a soft moan. Her delicate body trembled violently, and a long, viscous stream of nectar flowed from her plump little flower valley, trailing silver threads.

This was the moment I had been waiting for. I thrust forward, ready to stain this pure flower valley with the stain of sinful blood.

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