Shura's Wrath

A Night In The Underworld Royal City

Translator: Mr Voltaire

Editor: Modlawls123

The things that the Underworld King had done today had been completely incomprehensible to Ling Chen, but now that he had time to calm down and think about it, he was unable to feel any condescension.

Even though he was the Underworld King, he was a father, and definitely wouldn’t do anything that would harm his daughter. This room, that he had maintained for 10,000 years, showed a father’s love for his daughter, which was as steady as a mountain. There were many reasons for him to make the somewhat-ridiculous decision that he had made today. He said that one of them was to help Leng’Er recover her memory, but a more important one was that after reading Leng’Er’s memory, he knew about Ling Chen’s status, background, as well as the fact that he had the Lunar Scourge. He also knew Ling Chen’s purpose in coming to the Underworld, as well as that he was unable to stay here.

Moreover, becoming the Lunar Scourge meant that he would become a Shura – this was something that both Qi Yue and the White Tiger had told him about. As the Underworld King who had personally experienced the Shura’s Devastation 10,000 years ago, he also knew this. In that case, the ‘Shura’ was definitely one of the considerations for wanting to hurry this entire matter so much.

Alright, all of these things weren’t important. The important thing was… how were they going to spend this night?

The Underworld King had raged about Ling Chen helping Leng’Er recover her memories so that she could at last call him ‘father’. However… However…

Leng’Er’s appearance was undoubtedly extremely cute and pretty. She liked dolls, and she herself looked like an exquisitely beautiful doll. However, even though she was over 10,000 years old, her mind was still like that of a young girl’s, so Ling Chen simply didn’t know how to act.

Leng’Er had already begun floating around the room, continuously caressing each of the dolls. Her eyes were incredibly hazy, and it was evident that although her soul was incomplete and her memories were dormant, she still felt that these dolls were quite familiar. This was the same as when she had stared at the Underworld Blood Lake. After a while, she floated towards the large bed and landed on the blanket, which was embroidered with many beautiful pictures… the blanket was an extremely luxurious item that most Undead in the Underworld had never seen before.

“Do you feel like this place feels quite familiar?” Ling Chen sat on the bed and spoke to Leng’Er, who was caressing the blanket.

“Mm…” Leng’Er looked up and softly replied before moving over and resting her head against his right arm, saying in a gentle voice, “Master, tell stories.”

After her favourability towards him rose to 40, Leng’Er liked to be close to him when they were along together, and she would practically stick onto him as she listened to stories.

Ling Chen was still feeling conflicted as to whether he really would do anything with Leng’Er. After all, it was so quiet here, and there was a bed. His father-in-law ‘forcing’ him was also stuck in his mind. As Leng’Er came near, a faint fragrance entered his nose, causing all sorts of thoughts to rush into his head as his breathing became somewhat ragged.

He turned to look at Leng’Er, who was incredibly close. She was kneeling on the blanket, resting the top half of her body against Ling Chen’s arm. In her position, her clothes naturally hung loose, and as Ling Chen turned to look at her, he could see a white suppleness as well as an alluring, shallow valley, causing him to stare.

Leng’Er looked at Ling Chen’s strange expression with confusion. She followed his gaze and looked at her chest, then coyly swung Ling Chen’s arm as she repeated the request she made every day, “Master, tell stories.”

Ling Chen gulped down a mouthful of saliva as some wicked thoughts spread in his mind like a flood, unable to be stopped. He looked at Leng’Er’s pure and naïve face as he asked, “Leng’Er, let’s not listen to stories today. How about we play a game?”

“Game…?” Leng’Er looked quite confused.

“Mm, it’s a game… that Leng’Er will like a lot.” It didn’t matter to Ling Chen whether Leng’Er understood at all. Facing Leng’Er, he found that the obstructions in his heart were gone – perhaps there had been no obstructions from the start apart from the reluctance to give in to the Underworld King.