Dark Destruction: The Witch's Smile (Full Version)

"Whoosh!"

A fireball flew from my hand, drifting forward, illuminating everything in its path.

"No enemies."

I breathed a sigh of relief, using the firelight to bolster my courage, and continued cautiously forward. The fireball struck a distant stone wall, scattering sparks that vanished in a flash, and my heart immediately tightened again.

My tension wasn't due to weakness; in fact, I possessed abilities far greater than many self-proclaimed "heroes." Unfortunately, despite my astonishing destructive power, my body remained as fragile as an ordinary person's.

My name is Invelia, and I am a mage.

Specializing in the study of magical energy, I can easily summon devastating magical flames, lightning, or ice. However, I haven't done any physical training; I'm weak, frail, and practically defenseless. To protect myself, I absolutely cannot allow anyone to get close to me; I must eliminate any enemy before they even approach.

Poor defense is arguably the weakness of all mages. Even mages who have mastered advanced defensive magic cannot use mana-intensive defensive spells indefinitely. If caught off guard and ambushed, they are doomed.

Solid defensive gear is the best protection. Unfortunately, mages with poor physical strength lack the strength to wear heavy armor that could crush a person; they can only use leather armor at best.

In this situation, armor with magical protection becomes the mage's favorite. A light cloth garment, with proper magical protection, can be more effective than metal armor.

If I can retrieve her lost magical hammer from the monastery, she can imbue one of my pieces of equipment with magical power. When the blacksmith Chash of the Rogue Encampment offered me this deal, I agreed almost without hesitation, and then I came to this terrifying, hellish place.

When Diablo awakened, the evil dark forces, led by the sorceress Andariel, conquered this sacred monastery, turning it into a paradise for evil monsters. Andariel still lurks deep within the monastery, slaughtering countless warriors who came to exorcise him.

Fortunately, the hammer only fell in a military camp on the outskirts of the monastery, supposedly quite a distance from Andariel's hideout, and seemingly guarded only by a blacksmith. Therefore, this task shouldn't be too difficult.

Even so, I dared not let my guard down. Every so often, I would cast a fireball to check the situation ahead. This low-level magic consumed almost no magic power, yet it ensured my safety.

Those physically strong warriors always disapproved of my cautious approach. They said that in some mysterious country in the East, there was an insult called "A pig's life is all about caution." It was directed at a wise man similar to a mage, suggesting that it was better to find a warrior partner for protection than to risk one's life in fear.

I knew perfectly well what these warriors really wanted; they were simply attracted to my beauty and my magical power. A beautiful woman who could help kill enemies was always very popular with men. To these ill-intentioned creatures, my usual response is a few lightning bolts.

"Damn it!"

Without realizing it, I found myself having opened a tightly closed wooden door without warning. Based on my experience, usually, behind the door lies a group of menacing monsters.

Before I could even regret it, a series of screams erupted, and sure enough, a group of menacing monsters rushed out of the door, including several small demons and several skeleton warriors wielding large swords.

[Full text] There was no time to gather energy; the only thing I could do was immediately turn around and run, chanting my most frequently used magic incantation as I ran.

"Dominator... Lightning... Energy... God, grant me... the speed of lightning."

Chanting the incantation haltingly, I could already feel the cold wind from the blades slicing through the air behind me. I quickly adjusted my direction and released the spell.

"Teleportation!"

A ring of lightning flashed around my body in an instant, and in a blur, I was already dozens of meters away. The monsters, after a brief commotion, spotted me again and charged at me once more.

"Hehe, things are different now."

I stood leisurely in place, slowly raising my staff towards the charging monsters.

"Frost... Spirit, obey my... command."

Because of the sprint, I was still panting, and the incantation was still broken and intermittent, how embarrassing. Fortunately, my magical skill was high enough. As the incantation was completed, a pale blue gas emerged from the tip of the staff. From the gas, a bone-chilling
cold air surged out, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze in an instant. The first few lesser demons to be hit were instantly turned into ice sculptures, and then, under the subsequent impact, they turned into ice shards and shattered into pieces. These imps, relying on the resurrection abilities of demon wizards, have always been a major headache for adventurers, but unfortunately for them, they've run into me this time.

A few skeleton warriors, being slower, were fortunate enough to escape the chill and quickened their pace. Of course, I wouldn't give them a chance to get close. I sheathed my staff and immediately swung it again.

"Sizzle... Bang..."

Under my powerful magical attack, the skeleton warriors were no different from the imps; equally vulnerable, they melted into puddles of icy water before even reaching me. "That

was close."

I put away my staff with satisfaction, patted my chest lightly, and then stepped forward.

"Protection of the Ice Spirits, those who wish to harm me will suffer the consequences."

Approaching the open wooden door, I slowly activated my defensive spell. Countless ice shards swirled around my body with a chilling aura, forming a faint ice shield.

The "Shattered Ice Armor" spell greatly enhances my defense, and all enemies who directly attack me will be affected by the chill, their bodies frozen solid.

Protected by magic, my steps became much lighter, and I quickly reached the door, stepping inside.

The faint blue light emanating from the "Ice Shatter Armor" instantly dispelled the darkness within, and several imps guarding the door menacingly swung their blades at me.

I made no move to dodge, letting the short swords strike. The sharp blades struck the ice armor, colliding with the ice shards with a crisp clang, then bounced off, the chill already traveling along the blades, instantly freezing them.

With a graceful movement, I swung my staff, lightly tapping several frozen statues, and with a series of thuds, the ice sculptures turned into shattered ice.

Now, all I had to do was find the demon wizard who should now be all alone.

With a moment of concentration, the ice shield around me subtly changed, transforming from "Ice Shatter Armor" into "Frost Armor," capable of reflecting ranged attacks.

I hadn't gone far when a fireball silently shot towards me from the darkness. In the firelight, a pitch-black demon wizard stood in the corner, chanting incantations.

I watched the fireball fly towards me, remaining calmly where I was, and smiled at the demon wizard.

"Crack!"

The ice armor struck by the fireball made a muffled sound, the ice shield around me rippled, and then fired an ice arrow, following the trajectory of the fireball towards the demon wizard.

A crisp cracking sound rang out. I shrugged, turned around, and continued forward. The ice shield rippled a few times before disappearing. This spell was extremely powerful, but its duration was very short.

After turning a few corners, I suddenly noticed a blazing fire in the distance. Looking closer, I was overjoyed.

It was a huge stone furnace, and on an iron rack beside it, a small iron hammer gleamed in the firelight—the very magical hammer I had been searching for.

I never expected my journey to be so successful. Overjoyed, I rushed towards the iron rack, completely forgetting where I was and my usual principle of caution.

A sudden gust of wind swept in from the side, and I, completely unprepared, only had time to turn my head to one side.

Before my eyes, a gigantic man, his muscles bulging and towering, was lunging at me.

"That's the blacksmith..."

Just as I thought this, the blacksmith's massive fist slammed into me, a sharp pain shooting through me, and everything went black. Then, it felt like I'd been hit by a galloping carriage; I felt like I was floating in the air, a jolt running through my body, and then I knew nothing more.

Before losing consciousness, I had only one thought: I deeply admired that wise man from the East, who was called a "pig." It's truly remarkable that someone can remain cautious throughout their life.

When I awoke, my entire body felt like it was broken, aching and sore. I tried to get up, but found myself unable to move. As my mind cleared, I realized my current predicament.

Several iron chains, each about the thickness of a thumb, were tightly bound to my limbs, the other end connected to a large iron frame, suspending me in mid-air in a "T" shape. Before me, the giant man fiddled with my staff, his beast-like eyes glaring fiercely at me.

A chill ran down my spine, but I forced a smile and said, "Hello."

There was no reply; the giant man simply stared at me coldly, as if he hadn't heard me at all.

"You damned thing,"

I cursed inwardly, but my smile grew even brighter. "Brother, you've made me feel terrible. Please, put me down."

Perhaps my beautiful smile finally worked; though I didn't know if he understood me, the giant man suddenly dropped his staff and walked towards me.

Secretly pleased, I waited until he was close enough, then quickly activated the energy I had barely managed to gather.

"God who governs the energy of lightning, grant me the power of destruction."

The incantation swiftly formed in my mind. I laboriously twisted my wrist, my fingertips aimed at the approaching giant. A beam of lightning shot from my fingertips, striking him precisely.

"Sizzle..."

A dazzling light flashed before my eyes, but they remained wide open, unblinking. Struck by the lightning, the giant merely paused slightly, then continued walking towards me as if nothing had happened.

"God, what kind of monster is this?"

I cried out inwardly, completely losing the will to attack again. I watched helplessly as he reached me, and in despair, I closed my eyes.

"Rip..."

The sound of tearing clothes suddenly rang out. I opened my eyes abruptly, only to see that the giant had ripped open my outer robe, and his inner garment had also been torn open.

"My God, is it going to be rape and then murder? No, it could also be rape to death directly."

I couldn't believe this monster, who looked like a stone man, would have such a fetish. Looking at his incredibly massive body at such close range, I felt a chill run down my spine.

No matter how unwilling I was, I was in his hands and had no chance to resist. In the blink of an eye, my clothes were stripped off, and my proud body, which I had always been so proud of, was now naked in front of him.

A pair of rough, whetstone-like hands landed on my body, wantonly caressing my delicate, smooth skin, leaving red marks wherever they touched. The burning pain made me tremble uncontrollably, and a look of agony appeared on my face. However, that damned blacksmith showed no sign of stopping, but instead rubbed harder.

"No... don't rub anymore."

I couldn't help but let out a low moan, followed by a cry of pain. Those large hands roughly grabbed my soft, white breasts, kneading and twisting them. Fingers like iron clamps pinched my sensitive nipples, tightening them violently, with a force that felt like they were going to twist them off.

"This monster probably just sees me as a toy. I'm afraid I won't be raped to death, but rather crushed to death." An overwhelming

sense of fear chilled me to the bone, but the intense pain instantly brought me back to my senses. Now there was only one way to save myself; I could only hope that this monster wasn't truly just seeing me as a toy.

"Blacksmith...brother,"

I said, enduring the pain and the nausea in my heart, trying to speak in a sweet, cloying voice to the monster before me, "What's the point of playing like this? Let me see your real skills."

The rough actions continued, showing no sign of changing. Just as I was lamenting my ill-fated love, encountering a blacksmith who knew nothing but kneading dough, the blacksmith, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly looked up. His enormous eyes gleamed with a strange light as he stared directly at me.

"Finally, a reaction!"

I thought gleefully, straining my facial muscles to create what might have been a charming expression. I twisted my body and said, "What's the point of just playing around like this? Come on, put me down, let me serve you properly."

The blacksmith stared blankly at me, his face, as if cast in iron, utterly expressionless. My heart pounded with anxiety, yet I forced a smile, each second feeling like an eternity.

After what seemed like an eternity, the large hand that had been moving on my body finally left. The blacksmith straightened up and grabbed the top of the iron frame.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but before I could even rejoice, the chains binding my legs tightened. With a creaking sound from the frame, my legs were slowly lifted upwards by the chains, quickly rising above my shoulders.

The rattling of the iron frame stopped, and I hung from it in this position: my legs upside down on my shoulders, my lower body thrusting forward slightly without any concealment, swaying back and forth on the frame.

The blacksmith, satisfied, approached my body and casually tore off the only piece of clothing he was wearing—a rough cloth covering his genitals.

"My God!"

The penis that appeared before me, just like its owner, was abnormally large and thick, almost longer and thicker than my arm. Ripples like whiskers rose from its dark shaft, and the glans, as big as my fist, made it look so ferocious and terrifying.

I had forced a smile again, hoping the blacksmith would put me down. But when I saw that penis, I was speechless; my smile would have looked worse than a grimace. For a moment, I even wondered if this was what the blacksmith usually used for work.

[Full text] There was no room for struggle. The blacksmith thrust his terrifying penis forward, easily pressing it against my defenseless vulva. A pair of large hands grabbed my buttocks from behind, pulling me towards him, and the enormous tip forced its way in, pushing open the closed labia of my small opening.

"Pain!"

At that moment, that was all I could think of; my mind was completely blank. What's infuriating is that I didn't... (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the previous
sentences

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) A sudden, tingling sensation spread throughout my body, and my body convulsed violently.

"No...no more..."

I groaned weakly, managing to utter these words with all my might.

However, the answer was a deafening roar; the pain in my lower body suddenly intensified a hundredfold. I felt a deafening boom in my head, and finally, I lost consciousness.

"Am I dead..."

In a daze, I seemed to sense my own existence again, a wave of confusion washing over me. However, everything that had just happened quickly flooded my mind: the rattling of the chains and the creaking of the metal frame reached my ears. My consciousness snapped back to reality, and I abruptly opened my eyes. I

felt nothing in my lower body. Looking closely, I saw that hideous penis relentlessly thrusting in and out of my tender vagina. The bright red flesh inside tightly gripped the shaft, swirling and bulging as it was withdrawn. The wrinkled surface of my vagina was streaked with blood, a pitiful sight.

"I'm not dead!"

The monster still held my buttocks tightly, each thrust pulling my lower body forward with brutal force. The labia at the entrance were rubbed raw, turning a purplish-red color and splitting drastically to the sides.

I couldn't believe I had survived such brutal torment.

As my consciousness returned, I finally noticed the faint energy fluctuations around my body. I was startled, then overjoyed.

"Energy Shield!"

For some reason, I must have triggered my internal energy during the intense stimulation, activating this protective magic that could absorb damage even while unconscious. The blacksmith's ferocious physical torture, though excruciating, wasn't enough to kill me.

"Since that's the case, it's time for me to fight back."

A thought arose in my mind, and I endured the waves of pain, silently gathering energy.

The surrounding air grew colder, but the blacksmith, relentlessly tormenting me, seemed completely oblivious, still focused on thrusting his penis in and out of my body. I was secretly pleased; it turned out that while his body was incredibly strong, his senses were rather dull.

I silently endured his attacks, gradually increasing my energy. The surrounding temperature dropped lower and lower, and fine ice particles began to appear on my body.

The blacksmith finally noticed the abnormality, abruptly looking up and stopping in his tracks.

"Too late."

I gave him a forced smile and released all my magic power.

In an instant, the blacksmith's body was covered in a layer of solid ice, but his flesh remained completely unharmed. With a strange roar, he withdrew. Unfortunately, he only managed that movement; he couldn't actually leave my body. After

a slight pause, his gaze immediately turned to my lower body, which was still in contact with mine.

"I don't believe your thing is as tough as your body!"

I sneered as I tried to increase the energy of the "Ice Shattering Armor," "Unless you're really using it to make weapons."

The blacksmith let out a deafening roar, and the ice on his body shattered piece by piece, only to be immediately covered by new ice, leaving him helpless against me, who was so close.

A layer of mist shrouded the air, and the chains binding my hands and feet cracked horribly. This was not surprising; even steel could not withstand the onslaught of the low temperature.

As several chains snapped with a cracking sound, the blacksmith finally let out a painful roar.

My hands and feet were freed, but my body was still suspended in the air, held in place by the blacksmith's penis. However, a very loud cracking sound faintly emanated from within me, and my freed hands slammed down on his groin.

With a "crack," the blacksmith's body finally separated from me, allowing me to fall from the air. My legs hit the ground, then went limp, and I collapsed onto the ground, utterly powerless.

Looking down, I saw that my once tight opening was now swollen wide open by an ice pop, a shocking sight. Silently circulating my energy, severing the connection with the ice pop, I reached out and pulled it out.

"Crack!"

The ice pop shattered on the ground. Only then did I feel relieved and raise my head. The blacksmith stood stiffly before me, and I knew he was hopeless.

The chill seeping from his wounds had frozen him completely; despite his extraordinary strength, death was inevitable.

I let out a long sigh, and after a long while, I staggered to the iron rack not far away and put away the small hammer.

Turning back, I saw the blacksmith still staring at me with his enormous eyes, so I turned back and walked up to him:

"Not convinced? Remember, my name is Invelia, and I'm a mage."

After taking a few steps, I turned back again, smiling, and said, "However, those who know me usually call me a witch!"

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