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Chapter 825 Wicked Fein

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Fein looked around cautiously, trying to get a sense of the bustling demon city around him. The sights, sounds, and smells were overwhelming, and he felt a pang of unease in his gut. He knew he had to be careful, or his mission could be jeopardized.

As he walked down a narrow alleyway, Fein suddenly heard a voice behind him. "Hey, you there!" Fein turned around to see a curious demon, with piercing eyes and a sarcastic grin on his face.

Fein quickly put on his most charming smile, trying to deflect suspicion. "Hello there, friend. What brings you my way?"

The demon, whose name was Sander, crossed his arms and gave Fein a skeptical look. "I couldn't help but notice you don't look like you're from around here. What's your story?"

Fein took a deep breath, trying to come up with a convincing story on the spot. "Oh, I'm just passing through. I'm a traveler, you see. I've heard so much about this place, and I wanted to see it for myself."

Sander raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "And what's with the horns and the scales, then? You some kind of shape-shifter?"

Fein chuckled, trying to maintain his composure. "Ah, yes. I have some...unique abilities. It's a long story, really."

Sander nodded slowly, still eyeing Fein suspiciously. "Well, I hope you know what you're doing. This place can be dangerous if you don't watch your back."

Fein nodded, his mind already racing with plans for how to navigate this new environment. "Oh, I'm well aware. But I'm up for a challenge."

Sander smirked. "I like your confidence, kid. Just don't let it get you killed."

Fein smiled wryly, knowing he had successfully deflected suspicion for now. As Sander walked away, Fein felt a surge of relief wash over him. He knew he had to be careful and stay on his guard.

Fein watched as Sander walked away. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "Glad that's over," he muttered under his breath.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Fein leaned against a nearby wall, his mind buzzing with a barrage of complaints and grievances. "First the trials, then the crowded demon city, and now I have to deal with nosy demons? Just my luck," he grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.

Despite his inner complaints, Fein couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction about his demon disguise. He glanced at his reflection in a nearby window and smirked at the sight. The horns atop his head were bold and sharp, a stark contrast to the crooked, misshapen horns he noticed on other demons.

"And look at these scales," Fein muttered, running a finger along his forearm. The scales had a sleek, polished appearance, giving him an air of superiority. "At least I got that part right. Can't have those other demons outshining me."

Fein's thoughts momentarily shifted to the demons he had encountered since arriving in the Abyss. He had noticed their hunched postures, twisted features, and an overall lack of refinement. It was as if they were trying to mimic the intimidating appearance of true demons, but falling short in every way.

A self-satisfied smirk played on Fein's lips as he reveled in his successful disguise. He straightened his posture and adjusted his horns, ensuring they were positioned just right. Confidence emanated from his every move as he thought about how effortlessly he had slipped into this new persona.

"I may be rude, but I've got style," Fein said to himself, his voice dripping with arrogance. "These demons can't even come close to my level of sophistication."

As he continued to survey the bustling demon city, Fein noticed the peculiar architecture surrounding him. Towering structures with jagged edges reached towards the darkened sky, their designs both awe-inspiring and foreboding. The buildings seemed to twist and contort, reflecting the chaotic nature of the Abyss itself.

The streets were teeming with activity, demons of all shapes and sizes going about their business. Fein observed their interactions, noting the sly grins, whispered conversations, and occasional displays of power. It was a world filled with intrigue and hidden agendas, and Fein was determined to navigate it with his own brand of cunning.

With a final adjustment to his horns and a flick of his tail, Fein pushed himself off the wall and resumed his journey through the demon city. He had a goal in mind, and nothing was going to stand in his way. 'I should make money first...'

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Fein's eyes scanned the bustling demon marketplace, his gaze fixated on a particular merchant. With a mischievous grin, he activated his laser eye, sending a focused beam towards the unsuspecting demon. The intense heat from the laser engulfed the merchant, causing him to collapse lifelessly to the ground. Fein's swift and precise attack ensured there were no witnesses to his heinous act.

Satisfied with the outcome, Fein swiftly moved to the fallen merchant's stall, eager to claim the spoils that awaited him. The chest of kerubims lay before him, shimmering with a faint ethereal glow. Kerubim, the currency of the demons, came in three distinct types, each denoting a different value and significance.

The first type was the Obsidian Kerubim, a small, jagged black coin adorned with intricate engravings. Fein recognized its worth as the lowest denomination, used for smaller transactions and daily expenses. He scooped a handful of these coins into his palm, their cool surface sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Next, Fein's eyes fell upon the Azure Kerubim, a medium-sized coin with a smooth, azure-colored surface. It held a higher value than the Obsidian Kerubim, often exchanged for valuable goods and services. He plucked a few of these coins from the chest, savoring their weight and the knowledge that they would grant him access to a realm of luxury and indulgence.

Finally, Fein's gaze settled on the prized Golden Kerubim, the pinnacle of demon currency. These large, shimmering coins radiated a captivating golden glow, symbolizing immense wealth and power. Fein's heart raced as he reached for these coveted treasures, knowing that their possession would grant him unparalleled influence and command over the Abyss Dimension.

Fein secured the kerubims in a small bag, his fingers caressing the smooth surfaces of the coins. A wicked smile played on his lips as he reveled in the knowledge that he had not only eliminated a potential threat but also acquired a substantial fortune in the process. His cunning and ruthlessness were paving the way for his dominance in the Abyss.

'Easy money!' With the spoils of his triumph safely in his possession, Fein blended seamlessly into the chaotic atmosphere of the demon marketplace. His nonchalant demeanor and sarcastic remarks masked the true depth of his devious intentions.