I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“All you bold demons…”

“I can tell that none of you are human!”

“Almighty Dragon of Heaven!”

The muscular monk was roaring like an angry gorilla. He was acting like a tiger marauding among the sheep. He’d slapped a few dozen monsters to death right in front of Chu Weiwei.

During the entire process, he’d been touched by almost no counterattacks.

The monsters had tried to attack and defend themselves, but nothing they did seemed to even damage a single hair on the monk’s head.

Chu Weiwei stood watching this spectacle in a daze.

After a very short while, all the monsters had just been turned into a pile of fine sand.

The wind blew up, and soon the entire village disappeared completely as if it had been nothing but a sandcastle.

Only the lamps along the road were still there, flickering away.

Chu Weiwei swallowed hard.

She felt such awe that she couldn’t help but take a step back. Her foot caught in a root from a tree that was behind her, and she tripped, falling into the trunk of the tree.

Then there was an extremely loud cracking sound as the large tree split into pieces like a pile of Legos that had been put together by a child.

Soon after that, the entire forest where Chu Weiwei was standing started to make these cracking sounds as it fell apart.

In just the blink of an eye, the forest, the village, and even the lamps along the street had disappeared completely as though they’d been fog blown away by the wind.

The true nature of this place was slowly revealed as well.

This was no village on the mountain at all.

This had clearly been a bloody open-air slaughterhouse.

There were several sharp metal hooks still attached to fallen walls and broken bones lying around that were void of blood or flesh.

In fact, broken bones could be seen lying in piles all over the ground.

Rotting organs had been dumped in drains that were devoid of water.

There was a rather old-looking stone plaque in front of the slaughterhouse.

Chu Weiwei was curious. She went up to the plaque and wiped away the moss that covered it.

Then she saw the words that had been engraved on the plaque.

Her eyes widened instantly.

“Nan’an Village?” she exclaimed. “This is Nan’an Village?”

It was true that the words Nan’an Village were engraved onto that stone plaque.

There was even an additional note on the bottom left-hand corner of the plaque: Xisong Kingdom, Guangling County, Republic Year 2740.

This stone plaque was from almost 100 years ago.

After looking at this, Chu Weiwei was no longer doubtful. This place was really Nan’an Village.

A Xisong village that had mysteriously vanished.

Countless people had tried to search for this place for the past 100 years, but to no avail.

From the looks of it now…

Chu Weiwei lifted her head to look at the sky in this Nightmare World.

It was a beautiful dark sky where the moon shone brightly and the stars sparkled like jewels.

But for some strange reason, she felt very cold all over.

That was because the appearance of Nan’an Village meant that this Realm of Nightmare was even more mysterious than she had imagined.

Also, this place showed that the game mixed fantasy with reality.

Or, at least, that Alucard definitely had had something to do with the disappearance of Nan’an Village, which had now appeared within this Nightmare World.

…

“This is Nan’an Village…?”

Without her realizing it, the tall, muscular monk had appeared next to Chu Weiwei.

Chu Weiwei lifted up her head to look at him.

She was considered to be quite tall.

But even though she stood at 5’7″, she looked like a child compared to this monk. It took her quite a lot of effort just to be able to see his face.

Strangely enough, also, even though this monk looked vicious and fierce, he seemed to be pretty friendly.

He’d even sent Chu Weiwei a Nightmare Invitation:

Legend of Nightmare player MonkFahai invites you to join his team.

When Chu Weiwei saw the prompt with the mark of a Nightmare, she clicked on OK.

After that, the next prompt came: You have joined a Nightmare Team. The Team Leader is MonkFahai.

Team Leader has changed the collection mode to: Pick freely. Team Leader will reallocate.

After that, the monk said, “Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and help me to sweep this place up!”

His bamboo fan-sized hands pointed at the mess of broken bones that were lying around them in all directions.

Chu Weiwei suddenly realized that there were several black-and-silver boxes lying among the bones.

They resembled the boxes in a game that she used to play.

“Senior…,” she asked in a soft voice,”…are you talking to me?”

…

Ling PingAn looked at this female player who was standing in front of him with a quizzical look.

“Senior?”

“Is this some sort of culture unique to Legend of Nightmare?” He wondered to himself.

Every group had its own set of jargon.

Ling PingAn understood this and respected it too.

After all, he also used a lot of inside words in other games.

So with that in mind, he nodded. “Take it as that then!”

When the female player, PrettyWeiWei, heard these words, she immediately clasped her hands together and used a very old way of responding politely, “Your junior accepts these instructions!”

“This monk will have to thank the dear donor for her services then!” Ling PingAn got into the role and used a very monk-like response as well.

When it came to making witty jokes, nobody could beat an online novel writer.

After all, if an online novelist couldn’t keep up with the times or understand the latest trends, he’d get thrown out.

…

Chu Weiwei immediately got to work.

This was an instruction from her senior.

So she didn’t delay for a single moment and immediately immersed herself in the work of opening these boxes.

She walked over and squatted down to open one of the boxes on the ground.

The box opened with a cracking sound.

It revealed what it contained.

It was a ginseng that was bright red in color.

It was as long as both of her hands together.

The ginseng gave off a mesmerizing scent as soon as she took it out of the box.

Chu Weiwei curiously checked to see if there was any information on this item and a prompt from the Realm of Nightmare popped up: You have opened a Nightmare silver-grade loot box.

You have obtained one 100-Year-Old Ghost Ginseng.

100-Year-Old Ghost Ginseng. Place of origin: Any Nightmare World with ghosts and spirits. Quality: High Silver-Grade. Weight: 3.5 ounces. You may consume it as it is or you can use it to make medicine.

Consumption: Instantly regain 100 hit points and 100 mana points. After that, you will regain 10 hit points and mana points every second for 15 seconds and gain 1 point of Strength or 1 point of Vigor (limited to only the first consumption).

You may also sell it to the Realm of Nightmare and gain 1,000 Nightmare Points.

Chu Weiwei started swallowing as she looked at the description of this Ghost Ginseng.

That was because her total hit points were only at 110 points.

In other words, this Ghost Ginseng could save her life!

More important, she had asked the Mark of Nightmare about whether she could take anything from the Nightmare World out of the world when she left.

She had received an affirmative response. As long as you have enough points to exchange, you can take any loot from the Nightmare World back to the real world.

If she wanted to take this Ghost Ginseng back to the real world, she would need to pay 1,500 Nightmare Points.

Before entering this Nightmare World, the Realm of Nightmare had given her a warning. The Realm has digitized your body, so any damage to your brain or heart in the course of your adventures within the Nightmare World will not immediately cause you to die and will only subtract from your hit points. Once your hit points total is zero, however, you will die.

In other words, if she could take this Ghost Ginseng back to the real world…

This would instantly become a magical medicine that could revive the dead.

The rich folks of the Federal Empire would definitely give her everything they had in exchange for this.

While Chu Weiwei was still in a daze, she heard the monk exclaim in surprise behind her, “You lucky one! You’re seriously too lucky!”

“I’ve opened at least seven or eight boxes, and it was all trash. All of it together would only sell for about 1,000 points!”

“But this one box of yours is equivalent to all my boxes!”

“Hurry up and keep working!” The monk urged her on.