chsdbacks Chapter 93 Freya's Abyss Conquest in Progress 1
Chapter 93 Freya's Abyss Conquest in Progress 1
abyss.
Thebes—the seat of Philitos, the Balrog.
The city was built inside a huge, never-extinguishing volcano.
Magma is its moat, and the smell of sulfur and charred bones is its air.
Countless buildings constructed of obsidian and molten metal exuded a violent aura, pointing directly at the sky above, where dark red thunderclouds rolled.
And at this moment, in the deepest part of this tyrannical city.
On the throne of the Balrog, made of cooled lava and dragon skulls.
A figure sat there, completely out of place with its surroundings.
Her long white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her red eyes were lowered, staring at her feet.
Beneath her feet was a powerful fire demon.
Grand Duke Philitos, the ancient demon who commands the army of Balrogs in the abyss.
He was also Fat Card's grandfather.
He was over five meters tall, with muscles bulging like burning rocks, and atop his head were curved, enormous horns.
He has torn the wings of angels and drunk the blood of dragons; his name is synonymous with terror and destruction in many material planes.
Now, the Grand Duke, like a turtle trapped in its shell, was comically scratching at the ground with his limbs, trying to break free from that seemingly delicate foot.
"Uh... Lady Freya... be gentle... old Phil's head is going to break..." The Flame Demon Duke's voice was muffled, filled with obvious pain and grievance.
"Shut up."
Freya's voice was soft, even melodious, but the icy coldness within it caused the temperature in the otherwise scorching throne room to drop several degrees.
The intense black aura emanating from her was a manifestation of resentment and possessiveness.
Her red eyes did not look at the Flame Demon at her feet, but were slightly raised.
"World, what did you just... tell me again?"
When she spoke, her voice was sweet and charming, yet it contained an endless murderous intent.
Beside her was a somewhat ethereal, cute little girl with black hair and brown eyes, dressed in a black mage's robe.
【Freya, calm down... I'm just giving you a routine update on Lynn's recent activities, as you requested...】
"dynamic?"
"Tell me, my beloved husband, whom I waited countless hours for, whom I gave everything to win back..."
Freya's lips slowly curved into a smile that was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so dangerous it could freeze one's blood.
She increased the pressure on her feet, and Filitos let out a muffled groan of pain.
"He didn't go to the Shadow Empire to find me immediately after awakening his memories, as I had imagined..."
"He also started a relationship with his sister, Lia, that short-lived Water Blue Goddess?"
"He even went to find his ex-lover from his past life, that gluttonous elf Vera, to relive their old flame?"
"He even...flirted and whispered sweet nothings with his former master, that elven chieftain named Elune?"
With each question she posed, the dark aura surrounding her intensified.
Cracks began to appear in the gemstones inlaid around the throne room, and the lava river in the distance surged faster for no apparent reason, as if it too was afraid of her emotions.
【Hmm… I guess… that’s how it is…】 The world’s voice grew softer and softer, and the world seemed a little guilty.
She made only a tiny bit of minor modifications and enhancements.
Ok.
Yes, just a little bit.
After all, the world fears that if Freya finds out the truth, she'll rush back with a knife.
"Hehehe!!"
"That jerk Lynn..."
"I thought it would happen when he realized this was a real world."
"Thinking back to everything between us—those days and nights that he believed were known only to the two of us in the game world."
"Those promises, that madness."
He would come to me no matter what.
Freya withdrew her gaze, and deep within her red pupils, a black resentment seemed to burn.
Her voice gradually lowered, carrying a heartbreaking sense of loss and an even more turbulent obsession.
"It seems... I've been too gentle."
"Sure enough, we'll have to chain him up properly when we get back."
She lifted her foot, as if to release Filitos.
Just as the Flame Demon Grand Duke breathed a sigh of relief, he heard that sweet yet icy voice continue:
"Oh dear, what a fickle and disobedient husband he is..."
"He needs to relearn how to focus."
She crouched down, extended her slender, fair fingers, and gently touched Filitos's forehead.
This action felt incredibly awkward, yet it instilled in the Flame Demon Duke an unprecedented fear.
"What if I find out when I get back..."
"He has had relationships with every female creature other than me that go beyond friendship..."
Freya's voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, yet its contents chilled the Balrog Duke to the bone.
No, it's a pain in the ass.
The black energy from her fingertips seeped into Philitus's skin, leaving a mark.
"I'll cut Little Lynn off, make a specimen, and keep it forever."
"Then, take those females who dare to touch him..."
Freya paused, her red pupils flashing with pure and pleasurable malice.
"No, it's not just about killing."
"That's too cheap."
"I want to completely erase every trace of her existence from the timeline."
"Let her vanish into nothingness, leaving not even a trace of her soul."
"Let everyone forget her, as if she was never born."
Philitus's massive body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He was not subdued by power, but rather terrified by this extreme, pure, and irrational possessiveness and malice.
This is even more terrifying than the most tyrannical and terrifying abyss lord!
Sensing Freya's violent aura, the voice of the world quickly rang out.
【Freya... calm down!】
[Think about it, you inherently possess endless lifespan, making you a being close to a supreme god.]
[You have sacrificed almost all of your power for him, as well as all the power accumulated in the Abyss World and the Crown of Gods World, in exchange for the chance for him to come to this world and for time to start over in these two worlds...]
It's not worth going into a rage over him now.
"Not worth it?"
Freya stood up and patted off imaginary dust from her hands.
The obsession and madness on her face faded slightly, revealing an expression of extreme tenderness.
"World, you are ultimately just the will of the world of God's Crown, but you are not human, you don't understand."
She gazed into the void, her gaze seemingly piercing through countless dimensions, landing on the figure of the black-haired youth.
"I already told him... that we will be together in this life, the next life, and the life after that, forever and ever."
"If I can't be with him..."
"What's the point of having eternal life and wielding limitless power?"
"That's nothing more than... a bigger, more magnificent prison."
She gently shook her head, her white hair swaying.
Freya's fingertips traced her heart, a place that had once pounded fiercely for someone, and had also grown utterly cold after losing that person.
"and……
"He saved my life."
"In that game world that was considered fake, only he was willing to give his heart to a version of me that he thought was fake, and was willing to risk everything for a version of me that he thought did not exist."
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, carrying a rare, genuine vulnerability.
This tenderness lasted only a brief moment.
The next moment, a strong red light filled her eyes, and boundless black energy erupted once again!
Freya cupped her slightly flushed cheeks in her hands, letting out a blissful murmur:
"but--!"
"That's why he can only be my Lynn!"
"He can only belong to me!"
"From head to toe, from soul to every thought, only my unique essence can be imprinted!"
"Those vixens, philandering cats, ungrateful weeds, rotten flowers, and stinky butterflies surrounding him..."
Her voice suddenly turned cold—"I'm going to clean it all up."
"I want to possess... my perfect husband Lynn, who belongs only to me~☆"
The moment she finished speaking, she unconsciously pressed down hard on her foot again—
"Snap!"
A clear, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.
"Oh dear~"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts now, doesn't it? Old Philip, why are you still down there? Didn't I tell you to get up?"
Freya seemed to only then notice what was under her feet, letting out a completely insincere exclamation.
Felitos: "..." (Oh, I just remembered! You didn't move your foot! Lady Freya!)
"Lady Freya... have mercy..." The voice of the Flame Demon Duke was already choked with sobs.
"Old Phil, I truly surrender, I utterly surrender!"
"I am willing to offer my true name and sign the most severe abyssal contract! Yes, yes, the most unequal slave contract!"
"Please, sir, spare my life!"
"Old Phil, when we invaded that world before, it was really just because we heard there were many beautiful elves and cute animal-eared girls there, and we wanted to capture a few to expand our harem..."
"I...I didn't know that was the world you were protecting!"
【Freya! Freya!】
"No, don't kill him! He's useful!"
[Conquering the Abyss and defeating those four immortal Abyss Gods is our primary objective now!]
You promised me that even without summoning those chaotic players, we could completely quell the abyss with our own power in this lifetime!
We need manpower, we need influence! Old Phil is a Grand Duke, after all, and he has some influence in the Abyss!
The sounds of the world eagerly interrupted, making Felitos feel exceptionally sweet.
This is truly heavenly music.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Philitus nodded frantically, as if grasping at a straw.
"Lady Freya! I am a loyal retainer! A truly loyal retainer!"
"My loyalty to you is as clear as day! I am willing to devote myself to you until my dying breath, my lord!!"
"I can help you recruit soldiers and horses. I know the weaknesses of the other grand dukes, and I know the vulnerabilities of those abyss lords!"
"Keeping me alive is a million times more useful than killing me!"
Freya tilted her head, her red eyes scrutinizing the Flame Demon Grand Duke at her feet, who was weeping uncontrollably.
His gaze was as if he were looking at a tool that wasn't very interesting, but might still be somewhat useful.
She finally slowly moved her foot away.
Filitos felt as if he had been granted a pardon. His massive body struggled to get up, but he dared not stand up completely and could only remain in a half-kneeling position.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Freya's exquisite, slender feet.
A ritual commonly seen in the abyss, signifying absolute submission, suddenly flashed through his mind—kissing the master's instep.
This should express my loyalty and gratitude, right?
Old Phil thought to himself.
So he tried his best to come up with what he considered the most devout, but in reality, the most reckless decision.
His enormous head slowly lowered, his mouth moving closer to that exquisite jade foot—
Just moments before his lips were about to touch her jade-like feet.
An indescribable, terrifying sense of pressure, like a tangible iceberg, crashed down on his soul!
"who--"
Freya's voice was completely flat, yet it seemed to freeze time itself.
"You're allowed—"
She lowered her head slightly, and in her red eyes, she saw the Flame Demon's face filled with extreme terror.
"Did you kiss my feet?"
Each word was like a cold, icy guillotine hanging over Philitus's head.
It seemed as if it could fall at any moment.
"My feet,"
"Only my husband Lynn...can kiss me."
Freya's voice suddenly became incredibly soft, even carrying a hint of girlish shyness and sweetness, but this only intensified old Phil's fear to its peak.
"Let someone else touch it..."
Freya revealed an extremely sweet smile.
"You'll die."
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!!!" Philitus's soul screamed wildly, feeling his body begin to disintegrate under this gaze!
He wanted to retreat, to escape, but his body and soul were pinned to the spot by that terrifying pressure, and he couldn't even close his eyes!
【Freya, Freya! Don't, don't be impulsive!】The world's voices were practically steaming with anxiety.
[He...he doesn't understand either! Ignorance is no excuse! Spare his life! The greater cause is important! The overall situation is paramount! He's still useful! Please, don't kill him! For the sake of you and your husband Lynn having a peaceful future, you can't kill him!]
The world's words came like a barrage of bullets, pleading and begging.
Thinking about her future happy life with Lynn, Freya's murderous intent slowly faded, but her cold scrutiny remained unchanged.
She stared at Philitus for a full ten seconds, until the Balrog Duke felt as if he had died ten thousand times.
at last.
She seemed to be getting a little bored, and casually lifted her foot—
"Bang!"
Like kicking away a pebble on the roadside, Filitos's massive five-meter-tall body transformed into a burning meteor, crashing heavily into a wall a hundred meters away, embedding itself more than ten meters deep, leaving only a large, star-shaped crater.
"Cough cough... Pfft..." Philitus struggled to pry himself out of the wall, spitting out a mouthful of liquid mixed with lava and broken internal organs.
Ignoring his injuries, he scrambled and crawled back to the foot of Freya's throne, burying his head deep in the ground, too afraid to move.
This time, he understood completely.
This new owner is beautiful and powerful.
But her sense of ownership has become obsessive to an appalling degree.
Everything she owns, even a single hair or a piece of clothing, belongs to her most important husband, Lynn.
Anyone who touches it will die.
"boring."
Freya sat down on the throne again, resting her chin on one hand, her red eyes gazing at the churning lava and dark red sky outside the throne room.
Her thoughts had clearly drifted to the distant material world, to the side of that black-haired youth.
"Lynn, what are you doing right now? Are you thinking about me?" she murmured softly, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of white hair.
"I'll come back to you as soon as possible, my love~"
"Then……"
Her red eyes narrowed slightly, churning with a mad love and possessiveness that could drown everything.
"We will be together forever."
"forever."
"In my favorite way."
She raised her hand and gently clenched it in the air.
High above the ancient tree area at the root of the rock.
Lynn, who was being attacked from both sides by Elune and Amber and was feeling both annoyed and enjoying it, suddenly shivered without warning.
"What's wrong, teacher?" Elune, standing behind him, keenly noticed the sudden stiffness in his body.
"...It's nothing." Lynn frowned. The sudden feeling, as if he were being watched by something extremely dangerous yet extremely familiar, came and went quickly.
Is it just my imagination?
He shook his head, suppressing the inexplicable unease.