Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

Chapter 47 - 45: Then find a chance to kill him and say he died of a venereal disease.

[Titan Town - Unknown House]

"Hmm? Who’s the small fry hiding in the shadows, spying on us!? Die!"

In a daze, the Dark Sun Bishop heard a disgruntled voice.

The tone reminded him of his days before becoming a professional, when he would look at the flies hovering over the sewer in the slums during the summer and make similar disgruntled remarks.

He wondered if the flies he crushed back then felt the same way.

But at this moment, he only felt his brain trembling!

No, it was his brain matter boiling!

In an instant, it felt as if nothing mattered anymore!

The Shire Scripture Draft on the table seemed unable to withstand the backlash, which crossed over the spirit body and fed back into the draft, rapidly corroding it.

The Shire Scripture Draft was like a helpless girl. The grinning skull and Dark Sun insignia on the cover shattered and fell off, the draft itself invaded by a strange power.

The Dark Sun Bishop felt as if, when he looked at the manuscript, it was losing its resistance before his eyes.

It stayed motionless, allowing the strange power to swell inside it, and gradually, the symbols representing the Dark Sun Church fell away, revealing the clean draft beneath.

The paper began to take on faint pink patterns, transforming from a sinister, eerie Book of Evil God into a mysteriously eye-catching scroll.

What was happening? Resist! Why aren’t you resisting!

Weren’t you the treasure given to me by my god Shirek? Why are you giving up the resistance?

He had possessed the Shire Scripture Draft for many years, and instinctively, he wanted to use the Divine Arts granted by Shirek to take control of the draft once more.

But in the next second, he was stunned to find the Shire Scripture Draft unresponsive!?

Already feeling his head splitting in pain, the Dark Sun Bishop’s vision suddenly went dark.

Five years ago, it was by a stroke of luck that he obtained the Shire Scripture Draft, allowing him to escape the chaos of the slums and become a Black Sun Priest of transcendent status.

Having long lost all family and friends, he once regarded the Shire Scripture Draft as his spiritual anchor and firmly believed that becoming a professional was the result of the great Shirek’s guidance through the draft.

He could feel that whenever he preached Shirek’s teachings, he felt the god’s gaze upon him through the draft.

This divine attention made it easier for him to control and wield the manuscript’s power. The spiritual bond between man and manuscript grew stronger over time, facilitating a smoother path in his priesthood than normal.

But now, when he tried to call upon the manuscript using divine arts, the Shire Scripture Draft remained indifferent.

A difficult-to-describe gloom filled his heart.

But in the next moment, he watched in shock and disbelief as the pink radiance filled the entire draft, erasing the murderous and destructive aura it once held.

The Dark Sun Bishop felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

He sensed that the draft had adapted to the new power, changing into a different form.

He reached out painfully towards the manuscript, murmuring, "No, no, don’t leave me..."

But in the next moment, the draft quickly shed its previous Dark Sun form and transformed into an entirely new shape.

It was a form he had never seen or understood before.

The Chaotic Ocean unfurled once again, and the Dark Sun Bishop could only watch as it displayed itself in a new form to a spirit body within the Chaotic Ocean.

It prostrated beneath the awe-inspiring spirit body of an Incubus, and soon it seemed to receive permission and slowly melded into the Incubus’s spirit body.

In its final moments before being consumed, the draft finally reacted. A faint pink glow shot from the clean paper, striking the Dark Sun Bishop.

In a daze, he thought he saw a pair of faintly glowing eyes.

Was that... the Seductive Demon Eye?!

He was terrified, but soon a "controlled" red light flashed in his eyes.

As the red light gradually faded, his eyes filled with emptiness and longing.

"Is this the power that drove the Prince of Lies mad?"

The Dark Sun Bishop remembered everything.

He was never truly a bishop.

He was just an ordinary man controlled by the Shire Scripture Draft.

The Shire Scripture was one of the most dangerous books on the continent.

Reading its original form would turn the reader into a fanatic follower of the Prince of Lies, Shirek, insane enough to spread Shirek’s teachings and create conspiracies worldwide.

When he first got the Shire Scripture Draft and read it, he had already gone mad.

He believed himself to be the pious follower of Shirek, one of the pillars of the great Church spreading the teachings of the Black Sun, a bishop-level priest with tremendous power.

And guided by this unshakable belief, Shirek’s blessings would more frequently befall His pious followers.

It’s a reversal of cause and effect, creating pious followers first, then using their devout faith to feedback into the god, who in turn dispenses blessings through faith. This was the power of the Shire Scripture’s mad god.

But now, that power was corrected by a higher, purer power.

Ah~ Ah~ Nameless and beautiful deity of purity, thank you for pulling me from the prison of conspiracies and granting me a new life! Your loyal follower, Allen Ackham, offers you his devout faith!

A flicker of red light appeared in the Dark Sun Bishop’s eyes.

He felt as though he was free.

But perhaps he, already mad, never considered that the simplest way to break one curse was to replace it with another, more dangerous one.

For instance... using the twisted Shire Scripture Draft as a medium to release the enchanting spell "Eternal Enchanting Magic Eye".

At this moment, a writhing shadow appeared.

A figure in a Dark Sun Priest Robe knelt halfway down, holding an unconscious Barbarian: "Bishop, the mission has failed."

"I already know," Allen Ackham said calmly. "Chris, do you remember what I asked you to do about Anthony’s heir when we arrived in Lancaster?"

"Yes, Bishop, I have not forgotten your words~

If the opponent is great, we accuse him of corruption and bribery.

If he is clean, we smear his personal life.

If he is loyal and upright, we spread rumors about his peculiar personality.

No one is perfect, and if he truly is, we find a way to kill him and claim he died of illness."

"Very good, you’re indeed a qualified Dark Sun follower." Allen’s face showed a warm smile, and the Dark Sun follower stared blankly at the Nail Head Hammer hanging above his head, a bead of cold sweat dripping down.

"Bi—Bishop?" he asked fearfully.

"Hello, Chris. Please allow me to reintroduce you to our Heavenly Father and Savior... You will be moved by His mercy and radiant glory."

Chris nodded frantically like a pecking chicken: "Too afraid to move, oh I mean... deeply moved!"

"Ah, you’re indeed a worthy listener! While I preach the beauty of our god, please do me a favor and first do something..."

"Certainly, serving you is an honor!" he said loudly.

"Very well, then Chris, go close the door..."