Warlock Apprentice

After several months of fruitless experimentation, Pulapa, harboring hatred for humans and a strong desire to enhance its own power, came to Lassudral.

Rumor had it that Lassudral had everything you could wish for.

This was Pulapa’s third month in Lassudral. During this period, it dedicated almost all of its energy to earning Demon Gold Coins in Lassudral. Only when tired would it leave Lassudral to rest at the bottom of the surrounding Ni Ming Lake, where the gentle waters soothed and quietly restored its strength.

Now, after its rest, Pulapa stepped onto Lake Heart Island once more.

Its gaze was resolute; for the sake of its goals, it could not slacken. Even though… within its heart, it harbored doubts—could it really become stronger, could it really avenge its parents?

Lake Heart Island was not large, devoid of any grass, with only a few uneven mounds of earth.

Pulapa manipulated the water to fashion itself a set of lake-green clothes. Such dressing was actually rare among demons, but some powerful demons had their own fashion, and the middle and low-tier demons started to imitate them, sparking a trend. However, they only dressed this way within Demon City, as if by wearing clothes that represented civilization, they could restrain their uncivilized barbarism.

Pulapa’s choice of clothing was not a nod to fashion but purely taught by its mother.

Once dressed, Pulapa approached a small mound not far away.

As it walked, ripples like those on the water’s surface suddenly appeared before it, and the very next second, it passed through these ripples, entering an endless Void.

In the darkness of the Void lay a floating island city.

At the highest point of the city, atop a terrifying tower, was a radiant orb. Its light illuminated the entire city, making it a city that never slept!

This is the great, never-fallen Demon City of the Void—Lassudral!

As soon as Pulapa entered, he was at the edge of the island.

Looking down from the edge of the island, one could see a dark vortex in the void below, around which numerous strangely shaped demons flew to and fro.

Lassudral was not just a demon city, but also a hub leading to the inner layers of the Abyss.

The dark vortex below was connected to the inner layers of the Abyss.

At that moment, a demon that had burst from the vortex below steadily landed on the floating island, right near Pulapa.

This was a demon over three meters tall, with ferocious bone wings sprouting from its back.

After it landed, it discovered Pulapa, who was cowering behind a large rock not far away. A glint of cruelty flashed in its bloodthirsty eyes, and amidst Pulapa’s terrified expression, it flicked its finger.

A dim black light shot straight towards Pulapa.

Before he could react, the large rock in front of him exploded into fragments, and he was sent flying into the air by the force, only to crash down harshly on the ground, his body in utter disarray.

The Bone Wing Demon laughed a few times; Pulapa’s wretched state seemed to please it. It did not strike again but left behind the word “riffraff” before flying into Lassudral.

Pulapa trembled all over, his eyes filled with anger, sorrow, and self-doubt.

In the lawless Demon City, as long as one didn’t disrupt the overt order, no one would say a thing even if the Bone Wing Demon had killed him.

Pulapa licked his wounds in solitude; after a long time, he slowly got up and limped into Lassudral.

His mother had once told him that to become strong, one must endure setbacks, a necessary process of growth.

Although he knew these were just comforting phrases, what else could he do now besides convincing himself?

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The structure of Lassudral was quite different from the cities of the indigenous people. Here, even the shortest building door was over three meters high. With doors so tall, the buildings themselves were massive, as if one had entered a city of giants.

Despite the large buildings, most of the demons walking on the streets were roughly the same size as Pulapa. These huge doors were not really meant for them but for creatures like the earlier Bone Wing Demon or other high-ranking great demons.

Oftentimes, one could gauge the clientele of a shop simply by the size of its doors.

Take, for example, the giant fortress visible from miles away here. It was actually a shop, but its scale was such that even giants could be accommodated—belonging to the highest tier of shops.

Or, for instance, to Pulapa’s right.