Chapter 189: Chapter 112: Who Understands the Joy of Being a Boss Like This?
’Success!’
Wei’en’s face lit up, just as he heard the Demon Clown’s voice from behind.
"You... you killed Lilith?"
"Huh??"
A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Wei’en’s forehead, and a deep chill rose in his heart. ’Crap!’
"Was it you who killed Lilith?" The Demon Clown placed a hand on his shoulder, his shattered mask turning utterly grim.
"No, no, it wasn’t. That wasn’t Lilith..."
"Oh? It wasn’t?"
Wei’en swallowed, pointing a trembling finger at the putrid piles of flesh on the ground, which had been corrupted by the plague effect. "If you don’t believe me, look..."
At the same time, he frantically called upon his ghostly ally through his Origin: ’Soul-Devouring Magic!’
"Adagua!"
The four heads lunged at the Skeleton Strangler’s corpse, instantly devouring all the piles of flesh and tentacles.
[You have used Soul-Devouring Magic to devour the Origin of the Skeleton Strangler. Your Origin has been enhanced. Special Reward: Origin +1.]
By the time the Demon Clown turned his head, the ground was completely bare.
"Hm?"
The Demon Clown’s blood-red eyes swept the area before clearing up. He looked at Wei’en, who was right in front of him, and grinned. "My mistake. My apologies, my apologies."
With that, he released his grip on Wei’en’s shoulder and took a step back.
"..."
Wei’en collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. He’d been so close, so very close to death.
’This clown is completely insane. And he still insists on coming after me every day, calling it ’training’ to help me improve?’
’Dammit, what kind of improvement can I get from a psycho like this?’
’I’m going to end up dead by his hands sooner or later... ’
"Oh my, have you already killed that cute little skeleton?"
The clown finally seemed to realize what had happened, his limbs flailing dramatically as if he couldn’t believe Wei’en had done it.
"Thanks to you!"
Wei’en gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand, his legs still trembling.
He looked as wretched as one could possibly be. There wasn’t a single spot on his body that didn’t ache.
The linen work clothes he had specially changed into were now shredded rags, revealing several unhealed wounds beneath that were still oozing blood.
"Such a beautiful job! Now I’m even more convinced you can help me find Lilith, hee hee."
"Find her... Right, I’ll help you find her. Absolutely."
Wei’en forced a smile and tried to negotiate. "But... could we maybe not do this every single day? I’m genuinely worried you’ll kill me one of these days..."
"Wh-How could that be?" The clown’s smile froze. "Are you saying you don’t trust my self-control?"
’Self-control?’ Wei’en rolled his eyes. ’How do you have the nerve to even say that word?’
"What I mean is, I need to focus my time and energy on finding her. If I get beaten up by the Abyssal Creatures you bring every day, it’ll affect my performance the next day."
"Or maybe... you could lower their strength a bit?"
"Is that so?" The clown tilted his head, seemingly giving the proposal serious thought. "Hmm, then let’s make it every two days."
"Two days?"
"Every two days, and not a moment more. I just managed to lull Little White Fur to sleep, and I wanted to come out and see. Hmm? Or perhaps you could keep me company?"
"Keep you company?"
Wei’en froze. ’How am I supposed to do that?’
"Play with me, of course," the clown said with a smile, bowing elegantly. "It’s decided, then."
"Huh? Play? Play what? You..."
But before he could get an answer, the space around him began to shatter like glass, and he found himself back in the workshop.
Wei’en’s mouth hung open. His expression slowly darkened, and his eyes looked as if they were about to shoot fire.
’Goddammit, you fucking clown! I’ll kill you!’
’He’s a complete psychopath! It’s one thing to be insane, but he’s also incredibly powerful. Who could possibly deal with this?’
’Huh?’
’Wait, there seems to be one person who can handle him, who can even keep him in check... ’
Wei’en looked at Tina, who was sleeping soundly on the workbench, and a wry smile appeared on his face. "Sigh. I must have been targeted by the Goddess of Misfortune. How else could I be this unlucky?"
[You have made indirect contact with Forbidden Item 1-83, the Demon Clown. Your trajectory of fate has been altered. Current encounter progress: 68/100. Evaluation: ... Special Rewards: Survival Points +5, Origin +1, Spirit Level +1.]
’Great, the encounter progress went up again.’
Wei’en was already numb to these kinds of notifications.
’After being tormented by the Demon Clown for two days straight, what does it matter whether I encounter him again or not?’
However, every time he fought those Abyssal Creatures, he did receive a significant boost.
Just like this time, not only did two of his Magic spells level up, but he also gained a good amount of Survival Points, Origin, and basic stat boosts.
’It’s truly... a painful pleasure.’
With that thought, Wei’en picked up the white-haired girl and carried her to the attic bedroom to rest.
"You’re holding onto that clown doll even in your sleep?"
Wei’en stared at the two button eyes on the doll’s face, really wanting to punch it...
However,
’The way the clown went crazy just now was actually terrifying.’
’Was that Lady Lilith his mother?’
Wei’en recalled the records in that treasured book. ’The Eldest Prince, the second Prince... could he be one of them?’
’The eldest was blessed by the Sun Church, and the second was blessed by the Night Church... ’
’Sun and Night... judging by how crazy the clown is, he’s definitely not the sunny type.’
’If Lady Lilith didn’t have any more kids after them, then the clown, Mr. Leonard, must be the one blessed by the Night Church... ’
"This all happened in the Third Era. What does it have to do with me?"
Wei’en glanced at the clown doll. ’With such a rotten personality, he deserved to be abandoned.’
