Zongman: People in the box garden, building a dragon community

The scene was in a mess, and those knights inexplicably turned into burning ashes.

This sight frightened the other knights, but they soon followed suit.

"Although it was a bit reckless, we finally reached our destination..."

Sona took the key from the knight and came to a dim dungeon.

"I heard that the girls imprisoned here are all innocent girls."

The two demon girls came to this area, frowning as they looked at the scene around them that was more terrifying than the underworld and hell. This kind of scene was extremely rare in their territory.

"No wonder they say hell is a microcosm of the human world. Without a prototype, where does the horror of hell come from?"

Rias whispered softly, and then she noticed that there were still living beings in the dungeon.

She turned her head and saw a little girl huddled in the corner, looking listless and with black spots of the Black Death on her cheeks.

"Hey, human, what's your name?"

"P, Pest..."

Pest looked at the "devil" in front of him with fear and answered in a weak and frightened voice.

In fact, the little girl imprisoned in the cell had a noble surname during this period.

Even though her family had never loved her and her father only saw her as a tool for marriage, Pest was still glad that she was born into such a family.

Compared to those subjects and serfs who suffered all day long, she at least didn't have to worry about freezing in the winter or starving to death due to food shortages.

However, everything changed after the Black Death.

In one winter, one third of the serfs died, and the family became anxious over declining output and shrinking property.

Pest wanted to visit a sick serf, but was confined to the castle by her father.

She could only pray silently that the disaster would pass quickly, but God did not respond.

The Black Death became more rampant, and people died every day.

Soon, Pest also began to cough up blood.

Fate played a cruel joke on her. Before she was even old enough to bloom, she was thrown into the dungeon by her terrified father.

What's more terrifying is that death treats everyone equally, and her father did not escape the fate of death because of his noble blood.

But these are no longer Pest's concerns.

Her consciousness was hazy, and it was a miracle that she could hold on for so long.

According to her own judgment, she would not wake up in three or four days at the latest.

Are you scared? Of course I am.

Pest was terrified.

The cold floor, the rats in the hay, the damp ceiling, and the silent darkness all frightened her.

Even an adult would collapse in such a dungeon, let alone she was just a young girl.

In fear, Pest stopped praying and cursed God and her father madly.

In her dying moments, she began to beg demons, evil gods and evil spirits, just for her life.

However, God did not respond, but the devil did.

The air twisted like ripples of the tide.

A girl with long crimson hair and a girl with short black hair appeared from nothingness and stood there examining Pest.

"Pest?"

The red-haired girl asked, her voice clear and pleasant.

"Yes, it is……"

Pest answered weakly and fearfully.

"Are you a demon?"

Pest only knew that the church priests said that demons were evil and would deceive and kill people.

But at this moment, her life was hanging by a thread, and her survival instinct made her unwilling to miss any chance to stay alive.

"Demon? Oh, whatever you want to think."

The red-haired girl sat on the floor without any affectation, as if this was a bedroom.

She stared at Pest with interest and said lightly, "Pest, you look like you're dying."

Pest climbed up from the haystack with difficulty, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and stretched out his hand to the mysterious girl.

"Please... As long as you save me, I will give you anything!"

Pest begged.

"Well, I don't really like the plague."

The red-haired girl shook her head in disdain, "As a demon of the Gremory family, the power of destruction is my forte."

"But, but you... you are a great devil, you must have a way to save me, right?"

Pest was unwilling to give up this only hope, and struggled to kneel down and kowtow to the red-haired girl.

"Please, please..."

"Ah, you're already so annoying when you first get here. I said I don't want to touch the plague, and it's useless even if you beg me."

The girl spread her hands and said, "While you are still alive, please talk to me. I will help you pass the time."

"If you let me live, I will talk to you! You can talk as long as you want!"

Pest thought quickly and immediately complied with the girl's request.

Hearing this, the red-haired girl frowned and muttered, "Sure enough, my brother is right. Humans like to seize every opportunity... But Ajeka also said that it wouldn't hurt to be a little more merciful..."

Finally, the red-haired girl nodded reluctantly: "Okay, I agree to let you live, but you have to become my demon familiar. Although this is a dragon's pawn, the demon and the dragon share the same master."

The next moment, as she merged with the chess piece, Pest seemed to have arrived in heaven.

Although the dark spots were still there, the pain was gone and she felt refreshed, as if she had had a good night's sleep for a few days and had a big meal.

Pest cried with joy. She had never felt so good to be healthy.

"Thanks you!"

She knew that she had begged the devil for a few more days of healthy life.

We’ll talk about the rest later.

The most important thing now is to satisfy the interests of the demon in front of you.

Pest knows that the "contract" is of great importance, and also understands that the devil's ability is extraordinary.

If she dared to violate the contract, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Can I ask your name?"

"Name? Ha, my brother told me not to tell anyone my name because it hasn't been recognized yet and may change at any time. But... it's really inconvenient to have no name. You can call me Rias Gremory, and she is Sona Sidi. We are both demons from the underworld."

"Rias... Oh, forget it."

Sona looked at the red-haired girl who gave her name without giving it much thought, and could only shake his head and sigh.

"Since you are a demon's follower, it doesn't hurt to know our names."

"Miss Cana...? My Lord?"

Pest asked tentatively.

Cang Na waved his hand and said, "Just call me Cang Na."

"Okay, Miss Sona, Miss Rias."

Pest nodded obediently, "You just said that you came from the underworld. Is your world different from ours?"

"Oh, not bad, you got into the state so quickly."

Sona leaned against the iron bars and said with a smile, "The underworld is now in a place called the Little Garden. In order to fight against the 'dystopian' demon king, we came to the human world to find reliable companions. The Little Garden is good, but the final trial of mankind is too terrible... The Black Death was released only to fight it."

Pest felt horrified when she heard this, but the girl in front of her still smiled brightly.

"It's not very humane, but if you want to hate, just hate 'Dystopia', or hate Canary. After all, it was her idea."

Pest instantly understood the root cause of all this.

The air turned cold again, and Pest racked her brains for a topic, but was interrupted.

"Let's go, Pest. If we can't find another suitable follower, we will take you to the box garden."

Rias said, "At least, whether you want revenge or to live in shame, you should not stay here any longer."

Chapter 106: "Kei Tian" asked me to bring you a message: the end of the dystopian devil!

Be it humans or demons.

All living things are always pursuing satisfaction.

Satisfaction of health, satisfaction of fullness, satisfaction of desires...

Even after a brief moment of happiness, they will embark on a new journey to pursue new pain.

But they still enjoy doing it, and this has become the most basic meaning of existence for living things.

The same is true for Lin Yuan, who controls the "nature of dragon".

He was very glad that he always maintained this pursuit of satisfaction.

No matter how many times his strength was increased or his soul was sublimated, he could still enjoy those seemingly low-level pleasures.

As the continuation of the dragon consciousness, Lin Yuan embodies many characteristics of the dragon: the dragon's greed, the dragon's desire to reproduce, and the endless pursuit of power.

These characteristics constitute the driving force behind his actions.

Without these basic qualities, his existence as a restraining force would appear incomplete, an unqualified existence.

After all, if even the restraining force loses the desire to continue itself, how can the dragon species avoid extinction?