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This was an adventure, and Azmodeus wanted to use it as an experience to hone the more subtle aspects of being a god.
Taking things slow and progressing like an immortal was essential if one wished to strive for a higher peak.
After all, if everyone above thought of themselves as a god to all those below, and there was no limit to cultivation, then was anyone truly a god?
Azmodeus was inching ever closer to passing into the 25% Loot God Nourishment mark, and he had toprehend the truth of the matter before being able to ovee the uing bottleneck.
With these intentions in mind, the aimless crimson-haired man tried his best to act like a normal mortal.
Of course, failure hade his way many times already…
Thest two ''incidents'' were evidence enough of that fact.
But regardless of what Azmodeus had done in the distant past, it was the future that mattered the most!
"Umu… Where the hell am I anyway?"
The protagonist scanned his surroundings, instantly figuring out that he somehow wound up in a dark, scary alleyway.
"This is… Ahh, I know what happens next…" A perceptive gleam shed past Azmodeus''s eyes.
After reading countless stories through the absorption of a few poords, many plot events were imprinted into his mind. And if he were correct in his spections, then this was definitely the plot of a…
"Ahhh~! S-Someone! Is anyone there!? Please save me!"
A shrill, girly cry resounded from the deepest depths of the pitch-ck alleyway.
Under the cover of the dim moonlight and nket of darkness, this spelled plenty of trouble-
"Time to go see what''s popping!"
Azmodeus discarded the numerous death gs shing their signals as he strolled deeper into the eerie alleyway.
Treating it like a fun little trip, he put his hands behind his head and whistled a fuzzy tune from Earth.
"Ahhh~! S-Someone! Is anyone there!? Please save me!"
The exact same screams echoed out from a pitch ck nook to the furthest reaches of the alleyway.
Yet again, no red gs went off in Azmodeus''s head. On the contrary, he leisurely approached the pitch ck nook and said, "Yo, I hear you need the help of a handsome hero for fun-?"
However, in the midst of his catchphrase, he was rudely interrupted by a shadowy head jumping out from a pile of garbage cans.
With a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth and sunken in ck eyeballs, this creature was clearly trying to get a quick bite to eat-
WHACK!
A p was all it took for the shadowy nightmare creature to explode into bits and pieces, sttering the walls with its guts.
"You aren''t a prettydy! Why did you jump me like that!? Had me idently p you to death!"
Azmodeus yed the fool, wasting no time as he walked up to the smushed guts and assimted whatever memories he could.
The end result of this action was something that benefited him greatly!
"You see! Look at me killing the beautiful maiden and obtaining the top-tier loot! This is called a profit, Umu."
From what Azmodeus gathered from the memories, the creature was something called a ''Shadow Imp Siren''.
It was a nightmarish monstrosity that catcalled foolish hero-types with the typical ''save the maiden'' cliche. However, this one in particr was extremely unlucky with the prey that it thought it caught in its well-thought-out trap.
But none of this was what truly interested Azmodeus; it was instead the fact that this Shadow Imp Siren had been alive for ages!
Now, what did this mean for our righteous hero??
Well, of course, it meant that a fully generated map of the Southern Prong had been given to him free of charge!
"That little Imp shit had been alive for so long that it traveled over every inch ofnd within the scopes of the Southern Prong.
It seems like the life of a mortal is quite easy! All you gotta do is kill little Imp shits!"
Azmodeus followed the mapid out by the Shadow Imp Siren, making his way toward where the Imp heard of a powerful sma Expert arriving in town.
Little did he know that the Shadow Imp Siren was something that even veteran Beta Realm Experts would have trouble dealing with.
Moreover, this one in particr was so ancient and cunning that even powerful Alpha Realm Ancestors would find themselves in dire straits if they ever met one in the alleyways of a Twilight night…
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In District F-9049.
Step. Step. Step.
Azmodeus stepped over some scattered corpses, feeling that something was definitely off.
After bending down and inspecting a couple of the corpses, he said, "This shit is for sure going off script…"
The bodies had no warmth in them, and every ounce of blood was nowhere to be seen!
"This is only one district away from the one where the sma Zealot will be, so why is it like… this?"
Azmodeus observed his surroundings from atop a floating futuristic building. Seeing millions of dried-up corpses strewn across the various balconies, rooftops, and streets left for quite the unnerving sight.
"The wildest part about all this is that some of them were in the Beta and Alpha Realm before death… So, what exactly happened here…? Some sort of vampire apocalypse??"
He truly had no fucking clue what was going on with the area surrounding the meeting location of the sma Zealot, but you can sure as hell bet he was going to find out everything!
"Time to go all detective and shit… Umu!"
Azmodeus did a little spin, putting himself through a dope-ass clothing change. After which, he appeared in an old English-style outfit.
He had a cap pointed off to the side and a cigar hanging out of his mouth, making for quite the spectacle with his exceptional looks.
"I am now Sherlock Gnomes, the master detective!"
Following this cringy-ass deration, Azmodeus followed thergest trail of corpses, trying his best to y the part of a detective.
Making sudden stops for no reason, picking up random objects, and spouting random nonsense, he made sure to do it all!
After a few minutes of doing stupid shit, there eventually came an actual clue as to why the city became a ghost town…
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