Demon King Amusement Park

Duchess Clarisse lay sprawled on her velvet bed in her castle, arms outstretched in an unladylike manner,
her left leg dangling off the edge. "Boring, this life is so incredibly boring!"

As the ruler of the Duchy of Tuscany, Clarisse had recently learned that the seal on the Demon King, sealed for a thousand years,
had been accidentally broken by a village girl, causing a massive awakening of demons. She
was eager to try her hand at it. A notorious battle maniac, Reines greatly admired the Mad
King Ziqing, who had sealed the Demon King a thousand years ago. However, just as Reines had reorganized her army, preparing for a major battle, she received news that the former Ziqing
had seized control of the demons and become the new Demon King. Upon taking control of the demons, Demon King Ziqing immediately
led the awakened demons into a realm she created with her Demon King power, called the "Dungeon." With no
battles to fight, Clarisse could only disband her assembled army and return home.

At that moment, a spatial ripple appeared near Clarisse's bedside. A faint fragrance wafted from the envelope, and a
white cover adorned with phoenix-tail flowers appeared on Clarice's bedside table. The dark red
sealing wax, imprinted with an inscription, made Clarice leap from the bed with a start—it was Zi Qing's inscription,
impossible to fake. Clarice swiftly tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was an invitation crafted from the skin of a special
magical beast , its elegant handwriting in dark gold ink. "

To Duchess Clarice of Tuscany, Guardian of the Southern Border of the Empire: I have long admired Your Highness's passion for adventure and your status
as the Empire's champion knight. I have established an adventure park within the 'Dungeon,' and cordially invite Your Highness
to visit and inspect it on March 8th, the Goddess's Day, to offer your valuable opinions and suggestions.

This invitation can activate a portal to the Dungeon Adventure Park at any time. We look forward to your arrival.
The park currently only accepts female visitors; your understanding is appreciated." To:

Zi Qing

and

all staff of the Dungeon Adventure Park

.

"Lady Zi Qing actually sent me an invitation? What an honor!" Clarice solemnly put away
the invitation. "March 8th? I'll definitely be back."

As a duchess who only loved fighting and left all other political affairs to the council,
Clarice wasn't worried about any trouble the duchy would face after her departure. On the morning of March 8th, Goddess's Day,
Clarice hastily ate breakfast with the help of her maids and then went to the castle hall to activate the invitation.
Immediately, purple energy twisted, tearing a rift in space and forming a portal. Stepping through the portal,
the scenery around Clarice began to sway, transforming into flashing lights before reforming before her eyes.

Inside a magnificent golden room, runes flickered. The runes shimmered with a strange light, combining with the faint, eerie purple mist within
the room . The delicate characters on the runes trembled, emitting a series of beautiful
lights, like chains reaching into the void, pulling something down. Then,
Clarice, who had been in her own living room, appeared in this room. Clarice rubbed her eyes. The empty
walls of the room contrasted with the slightly flamboyant yet strangely artistic sculptures.
A meticulously hand-woven carpet covered the floor, exuding an air of luxury.

Clarice found herself sitting on a comfortable leather sofa. The purple mist that filled the room began to condense on
a device with a triangular base, its surface shimmering with runic light, and a purple crystal embedded in its center
, forming a semi-transparent female figure. Although semi-transparent, her exquisite evening gown,
paired with a women's hat adorned with roses, still radiated an aura of nobility.

"Your Excellency Duchess Clarice of Tuscany, welcome to my paradise, the Paradise of Demon King Ziqing."
The ethereal voice unique to Demon King Ziqing rang out: "I've created many games in this amusement park,
and it's a great honor to invite you to try them and offer your valuable suggestions and opinions."

Clarice jumped excitedly from the sofa, placed her right hand on her left shoulder, bowed, and said in
a slightly trembling voice, "No… to receive your invitation… it's my honor… I…
have always admired you… um… could you… sign my name?"

Ziqing's semi-transparent figure tilted her head, revealing a slight smile: "Of course." Ziqing
knew what Clarice wanted in a "signature." A purple energy split from the semi-transparent figure,
shooting directly at Clarice and creating a shockwave.

Clarice felt as if she had been punched hard; she immediately lost her balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Clarice, tossed about in the turbulent air currents like a small boat in a storm, her head
filled with a buzzing roar. Scorching energy burned in her lower abdomen, the heat spreading from there
throughout her body. Wild power coursed through her, leaving her drenched in sweat. Suddenly,
the energy contracted, transforming in her abdomen into the exact same rune as on the invitation—the one uniquely belonging to the Demon King
Ziqing.

"Alright, consider this a greeting gift. A complete 'signature' is the prize for the amusement park; you'll need to work hard
! But don't worry, in my domain, there is no concept of death. No matter how many times you 'die,'
you'll be reborn here unharmed. So enjoy the game, goodbye!" The semi-transparent figure
reached and gently wiped the sweat from Clarice's body before dissipating in a ripple.

Clarice gasped for breath and swayed. The rune emanating from her abdomen still radiated warmth.
Clarice stroked it, a fascinated smile spreading across her face. "It's...so beautiful...Dungeon
Paradise, here I come!"

Pushing open the door, Clarice was greeted by a sea of jubilation,
the plaza overflowing with women celebrating their goddess.

"Wait, the plaza?" Clarice turned around, only to find the room she had been in had vanished.

"Sister, is there anything I can help you with?" A sweet, childlike voice interrupted Clarice's
daze. A 1.2-meter-tall girl with pale purple skin had appeared before Clarice. The girl's
skin was fair and translucent, and she wore a black gothic dress; every detail of her rosy cheeks...
They were all exquisitely crafted, as if they were creations most beloved by the Creator. Anyone who looked at that delicate face could feel a flutter of love
from the bottom of their heart, feeling how lovable the girl before them was, and that pure
figure was simply the most perfect form of purity in everyone's heart.

Clarice half-squatted down and touched the girl's head: "Little sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Kui Xiluo, and I'm the guide here! I saw you were
spacing out , so I came to ask if you needed any help." The girl named Kui Xiluo responded with a sweet smile
.

"Little sister, can you tell me what fun things there are to do in this amusement park?" Clarice said, and
couldn't help rub Kui Xiluo's little face.

"Hehehe, what kind of exciting, thrilling, or cozy game do you want to play, sister?"
Ignoring the other party's vigorous rubbing of her, Kui Xiluo still asked with a smile.

"Of course, something exciting, the more exciting the better!" Clarice stood up and patted her chest.

"Ah! Then 'Hunter's Path' is definitely for you. It's a game based on a part of Lady Ziqing's memories
!" With that, Kui Xiluo suddenly flicked Clarice's chest with her right hand. A
spatial ripple flashed, and Clarice was instantly pulled into a distorted space and disappeared.

"Eh, it seems like that game is only a small part finished? Oh well, whatever, the hospitable
residents there should make her give up." Kui Xiluo rubbed her face and muttered to herself.

"Kui Xiluo, you bastard! How could you throw my invited guest into a game I haven't even finished yet! You
'Mad King,' even if you want to guide players to defeat me, the 'Demon King,' don't do it like this! This game really isn't
suitable for release right now, you bastard!" Suddenly, Ziqing's angry roar echoed in Kui Xiluo's mind. A
slender hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and grabbed Kui Xiluo's hair.

"Oh no! Ziqing, don't hit me!" A ripple spread, and Kui Xiluo was pulled into the void by Ziqing's hand.
Before the spatial rift disappeared, the loud sound of a spanking and Kui Xiluo's pleas for mercy echoed throughout the square, dispersing
the revelers.

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"The battles of the past have left you with incurable injuries. You have tried many methods, but all have been of
little . In order to heal yourself, you decided to take a risk and came to this town, trying to find a cure.
Now, the game begins. Enjoy the hunt, hunter!" A chaotic whisper flashed through Clarice's mind, and a clear
consciousness and sharp perception returned to her body at the same time. Clarice found herself lying on a bed,
a pungent smell of medical disinfectant filling her nostrils, making her rub her nose involuntarily. No, it wasn't just
the smell of disinfectant; there was also the smell of blood.

Clarice struggled to get out of bed and looked in the direction of the bloody smell. Two fixed hanging
lamps in the room provided light, allowing Clarice to see her surroundings. There was an empty glass bottle on an iron shelf,
with . A rubber tube extended from one of the two containers, connecting to a vein in her left arm;
the fluid had almost drained.

"It seems this is a demiplane shaped by the power of Lady Ziqing. Using a demiplane as a game
world , truly worthy of Lady Ziqing's grand scale," Clarice remarked, removing
the needle from her left arm. Looking around, Clarice made a rough assessment: "Am I... no, was it Lady Ziqing
who came to this town for IV treatment, only to find the clinic deserted afterward? The message says '
Enjoy the hunt,' but anyway, I need weapons now."

Clarice rolled off the bed, stretching her body, feeling fairly well. Although the
blood-smelling potion seemed unreliable, at least she didn't feel any injury.
The leather armor made of unknown animal hide only covered some vital parts, exposing most of Clarice's fair body,
seemingly offering little effective protection. However, she felt a protective layer of magic forming through the armor
covering her entire body. The place, which looked like a clinic, was filled with medicine cabinets, blood-stained
surgical instruments, and scattered books. After searching the clinic for a while and grabbing a few scalpels as makeshift
weapons, Clarice pushed open the clinic door.

("Kui Xiluo, you bastard! Players should be able to get their initial weapons at the clinic. How is she supposed
to deal with that werewolf outside with just a few scalpels?!"

"Eh? According to your memory, isn't this a scripted death scene?"

"Come on, this is a demi-plane of my game, not some old thief's!"

In the void, a being named Zi Qing watched Clarice's "live stream" while beating up
the fake loli pretending to be young.)

Outside the clinic door was a large hall. The exquisite interior textures and luxurious
decorations testified to the wealth of its owner, but now, all that could be smelled was the thick stench of blood. Countless twisted,
bloody patterns were haphazardly sprayed in every corner. The floor was covered with still-wet blood and countless severed
limbs . The entire room was decorated with countless dismembered corpses, turning it into a living hell. Clarice keenly
heard a faint sound coming from not far ahead. It sounded like chewing on something,
and even a low growl, like that of a wild beast, could be heard within it. A blurry figure was facing away from
Clarice , seemingly gnawing on something. Clarice held her breath and observed carefully
. The figure was covered in messy black fur, its limbs were replaced by claws, its joints were bent backwards, and its beast-like head all told Clarice that it
was a monster called a werewolf. There was only one exit, and the werewolf had inadvertently blocked it.

Clarice tiptoed closer to the werewolf, who seemed engrossed
in and was completely unaware of the figure behind it. Taking a deep breath, Clarice gripped the scalpel tightly in her right hand and
plunged it into a well-known "weak point" on the werewolf's back.

"Awooo!" The werewolf, its rear end pierced by a scalpel, let out a deafening scream. It straightened
up, its legs trembling uncontrollably, its eyes wide and frozen as if petrified.
Clarice seized the opportunity, plunging the scalpel in her left hand into the werewolf's left eye and turning it ninety degrees.
The werewolf howled and staggered back a few steps, then suddenly lunged at Clarice, lashing out with its claw. It thought it was already...
Clarice, having just relaxed her guard after successfully dealing with the werewolf, was struck squarely in the face by a claw. Her protective
magical shield shattered like paper, tearing apart her leather armor and leaving several bloody claw marks on her delicate
breasts . Clarice was sent flying,
bouncing around on the ground like a water glass, finally slamming her head against the wall. Her body convulsed unconsciously, her eyes
gradually losing their light. The only consolation for Clarice was that the werewolf, after unleashing this final, desperate attack,
swayed before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

"This duke actually perished alongside a werewolf? Just how strong were the monsters that Lady Ziqing faced back then?!"
Clarice's consciousness faded into darkness.

("Look, Ziqing, even without the initial weapon, you can still defeat the werewolf!" In the void
, Kui Xiluo, who had appeared behind Ziqing at some point, rubbed her little face against Ziqing's back.
Ziqing showed no mercy to this maliciously cute pseudo-loli, grabbing her arm and giving her an over-the-shoulder throw. "Hurry up and go to her room to
deliver the weapon!")

"Wow!" Clarice suddenly opened her eyes, taking deep breaths of fresh air. She raised her head,
her previously dazed mind gradually clearing. She was surrounded by that familiar luxurious room. Clarice
checked her body; there were no signs of injury.

"Big sister, were Ziqing's past memories traumatic?" The pale purple-skinned girl she had met not long ago
stood smiling in front of her and asked.

"Were the werewolves that strong a thousand years ago?" Clarice rubbed a non-existent
wound on her chest with lingering fear.

"That's Lady Ziqing!" Kui Xiluo laughed heartlessly. "But even though big sister
is eliminated , she still gets a prize!"

"Forget about the prize for now, can I try again?" Clarice asked eagerly.

"No problem, big sister. But accept the prize first." Kui Xiluo suddenly exerted force, knocking
Clarice to the ground and silencing her before she could react by pressing her lips against Clarice's.
Clarice was stunned by the sudden attack. Kui Xiluo casually ran her hand over her body, and with a rustling sound, Clarice
's clothes were already scratched and torn into pieces, revealing Clarice's delicate body.

As an experienced womanizer, Kui Xiluo gently stroked Clarice's fair and smooth waist. Her hand found
Clarice's body, despite her rigorous training, still incredibly soft and delicate. She lightly caressed
Clarice's beautiful, snow-white skin, then released her lips and kissed her.

"Relax, big sister..." Kui Xiluo's hand wandered, gradually moving towards
the runes on Clarice's lower abdomen, giving them a gentle pat. Clarice felt Kui Xiluo's hand like a cool snake sliding across her
skin , leaving a tingling, numbing sensation wherever it touched. With that pat, the runes
flashed with purple light, and a wave of heat spread from the runes throughout Clarice's body. Clarice felt
a series of electric shock-like tremors, an indescribable tingling and numb sensation that pushed her to a small climax.

Just as Clarice was half-heartedly waiting for Kui Xiluo to go further, Kui Xiluo suddenly took a step back and tapped
Clarice's forehead. A spatial rift appeared out of nowhere and swallowed Clarice once again. "Big sister,
have fun playing! Friendly reminder, there aren't many sane people in that town, so hunt away!"

The spatial rift quickly closed, but soon a new one was born. A pure white hand suddenly
reached out, grabbing Kui Xiluo's hair and dragging the pseudo-loli inside. "You brat,
what did you do now that I asked you to deliver a weapon!"

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Reappearing in the clinic, Clarice's face was filled with a thirst for battle.
Two were strapped to her waist, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, exuding a heroic air. Rubbing the still-warm
runes on her abdomen, Clarice revealed a strange smile and pushed open the clinic door.

Clarice arrived at the place where she had fought the werewolf before; the werewolf's corpse had disappeared. Lying
on the ground was a naked female corpse, but the scalpel inserted into her anus and left eye revealed her identity. Clarice
crouched down, closed the female corpse's eyes, and left through the exit without looking back.

A cluster of Victorian-style buildings appeared before Clarice. Night had fallen outside, the eerie
glow of the streetlights illuminating the world, the air thick with the stench of blood. "
This paradise built by Lady Ziqing is truly amazing." Clarice was a thrill-seeker, craving
the thrill of a brush with death, the burning pleasure it brought her. Like hair that can't be stopped from
growing , the thrill and excitement of danger were an unstoppable instinct for Clarice. In the material
world, her responsibilities as a duchess prevented her from indulging herself. But in this
demiplane created by the Demon King Ziqing, where resurrection was possible at any time, it was paradise for Clarice.

A man in a coat and top hat slowly walked from the other side of the street. He
carried and a torch in the other. Seeing Clarice appear on the street, the man roared and charged.
Seeing the approaching enemy, Clarice dashed forward, simultaneously raising her left-hand short sword to easily
block the man's axe. Then, with a flick of her right hand, her longsword pierced the man's heart.

The sounds of battle alerted those around, and soon four more men surrounded her. Clarice swung her sword, her
skillful swordsmanship like a venomous snake darting into the enemy ranks. The next moment, with a splatter of blood, the carotid
arteries of the two leading men were severed, and they screamed as they fell to the ground, their bodies turning to dust. Clarice, like a ghost,
appeared beside the remaining two enemies, her hands naturally rising to her weapons, instantly plunging them into their throats. Blood splattered on
Clarice's face, which she gently wiped away. As Clarice began this blood-red dance, more enemies
appeared and fell beneath her twin swords. Blood flowed upstream along the swords, slowly merging into Clarice's body.

"Blood sacrifice to Lady Ziqing, her skull offered to the Demon King's throne!" Looking at the fallen enemies around her,
Clarice licked the blood splattered at her lips with her delicate tongue. Unbeknownst to her, Clarice's pupils had
turned blood red.

A werewolf hiding in a roadside box suddenly pounced, but Clarice was prepared and dodged to the side.
With that strike, Clarice's longsword pierced the werewolf's belly. The werewolf howled, its black
fur peeling away layer by layer, shrinking into a naked female corpse. This time, Clarice merely withdrew her sword, leaving
the unseeing corpse lying there. The taste of death, the taste of excitement, that thrill that made her blood
boil . Being able to put herself in danger to fight the enemy, and then savor
the fruits of victory, was Clarice's greatest pleasure.

A gust of wind swept through the town, countless fragments burning haphazardly on the ground, their ashes swaying
and dancing in the wind. An eerie and ethereal song emanated from Clarice's lips. The song echoed through the town,
gradually rising higher, the surrounding land even radiating a purple light,
as if a piece of the sky had been pierced, making Clarice's figure even more dazzling. Clarice's leather armor ignited sparks and
then burst into flames, but it didn't cause her any burns. Specks of ash drifted away with the wind. As the flames died down,
Clarice's beautiful figure was fully exposed, her naked body flawless, devoid of any sense of desecration.
Clarice's incomparably holy and elegant aura was like that of an angel descended to earth, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

An indescribable ethereal song echoed in every corner, Clarice's hymn of reverence becoming an invisible
beacon, guiding the attention of some being to this corner. The sky, stained purple by the mist, boiled,
and enormous, chaotic tentacles, too large to behold, spread down from the sky. The entire city boiled, all the corpses
gradually melting into a pool of blood under this invisible pressure. Countless streams of blood gushed out, turning the entire town
into a giant pool of blood in this eerie hymn.

Clarice stretched out her hands, the runes on her abdomen shining brightly, emitting a crimson light. Streams of
blood flowed backward on Clarice's body, imprinting eerie marks. Suddenly,
a , engulfing Clarice, and an indescribable ripple gradually enveloped her.

Clarice, sublimated from the blood, began her
graceful dance on this blood-soaked stage, like a magnificent dancer. The enormous tentacles in the sky slowly disintegrated into countless tiny tentacles, submerging Clarice.
The tentacles explored and teased Clarice's body,
gently pressing and caressing the soft, fragrant grass on her incredibly soft mons pubis. Gradually, some invaded her tender, smooth crevice. One tentacle
teased Clarice's smooth peach blossom spring, while two other tentacles, climbing up her breasts, opened
their heads and sucked on her adorable, cherry-red nipples.

Wave after wave of carnal frenzy surged through Clarice's heart; her snow-white body writhed incessantly, and the intoxicating, bone
-melting pleasure gradually overwhelmed her. Clarice's blood-stained cheeks gradually flushed crimson, and
she slightly closed her eyes. Two tentacles gently parted the girl's snow-white legs, revealing
a clear spring flowing from her tender, lovely crevice. One tentacle playfully licked a glistening drop and smeared it on Clarice's lips.
Clarice revealed a wicked smile and took it into her mouth, sucking on it.

Another tentacle moved towards her paradise, and Clarice let out a muffled groan as her mouth was filled by the tentacle.
She felt a hard, large, hot, and long foreign object being inserted into her sacred place. The deep, tight tunnel
was filled, and warm fluid gushed out. The lubricated tentacle slowly moved in and out, first gently withdrawing and then slowly pushing in
again. The fiery, scalding stimulation made Clarice gasp softly. Her delicate body endured, trembled
, and responded. In these waves of pleasure, Clarice unconsciously raised her beautiful buttocks.

As the tentacles gradually quickened their pace, they slowly laid Clarice flat. Blood from the pool
flowed into Clarice's body along the tentacles, gradually submerging her completely. A suffocating pleasure surged into
the depths of Clarice's consciousness with the tide of blood. The familiar, warm darkness
enveloped her like a mother's embrace, gradually dragging her consciousness into a chaotic haze. After a long while, all
the blood gathered around Clarice, enveloping her and solidifying into a gigantic egg that seemed to pulsate faintly. Inside the egg,
her skin began to roll back, as if kneaded by an invisible hand, turning into a humanoid mass of flesh, and her
life quietly faded away.

Suddenly, Clarice's skin tissue within the egg rapidly regenerated, and her bones were reshaped. A new
energy spread from the egg throughout the entire town, and a silent pressure surged outwards like a tidal wave,
instantly reducing the entire town to fragments. Cracks appeared on the eggshell, and a crimson mist
gradually spread from the fissures, shrouding the nearly destroyed demiplane in a hazy light. As the fog dissipated,
Clarice stood atop the ruins. She lacked demonic skin, sharp horns, and a
mutated body, but the demonic markings on her abdomen indicated that she had ascended to become a true demon.

"Lady Ziqing's 'signature,' it's so beautiful." Stroking the mark belonging to the Demon King Ziqing,
Clarice slowly drifted into sleep. The surrounding, shattered demiplane gradually collapsed, and a purple energy
carried Clarice back to that magnificent golden room, then teleported her back to her castle. 　　"Kui Xiluo, you old hag pretending to be young! Look what you've done! You've turned into a blood sacrifice for the Holy Demon! And, did you borrow my identity again?!"

" 　　Well, don't be angry, Sister Ziqing. What's the point of a story with a predetermined ending? This is what makes it fun!" 　　"Hmm, beating up BBA is also fun, don't you think?" 　　"No, no, no, it hurts, Sister Ziqing, have mercy..." 　　"Sister my foot! You old hag, you're much older than me!" [The End]

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