Devil fruit in comics

Chapter 218 The Devil's Promotion

Although Roger was avoiding the eyes of the Pleasure Demon Diana, Diana did not let him go.

Seemingly curious about Roger's race, or possibly about his identity, Diana's beautiful eyes kept looking at Roger.

After watching Roger from the beginning to the end several times, this charming and delightful demon said slowly: "What's your name?"

Although it was just a simple sentence, there was an extremely strong temptation when it came out of Diana's mouth.

Obviously, the Pleasure Devil is a race of devils with almost full charisma attributes.

"Blue Fire Gatling!"

Roger controlled his little heart beating wildly, and replied slowly.

"Nice name!"

After hearing Roger's answer, Diana nodded seriously, just like Barrett in the arena.

"My name is Diana, and I'm the owner of this tavern."

After finishing speaking, Diana stretched out her white and delicate right hand towards Roger.

Although Diana's right hand looks extremely delicate, Roger doesn't think her skin is really as delicate as it seems on the surface.

This is hell!

Delicate skin cannot withstand the harsh environment in hell.

"Nice to meet you!" Roger gently shook Diana's right hand and said calmly.

Although he didn't dare to meet Diana's eyes, there was no problem shaking hands.

"Barrett seldom brings friends here. How did you know each other?"

Diana put away her gaze on Roger, and looked up at the Balrog Barrett, who was pouring wine into his mouth.

"I met in the arena. I registered as a free gladiator in the arena today, and then I was assigned a match with Barrett."

Roger explained briefly.

"Looking at you, the loser should be Barrett!"

"Your race is very strange. I have never seen a devil like you before. What race are you from?"

Diana, the Pleasure Demon, seemed to have a strong interest in Roger and continued to ask.

"Black Wing Demon!"

Roger once again brought up the racial name used to fool Barrett.

"Black Wing Demon? What about your race before you were promoted?"

Diana tried hard to recall in her mind, and found that she had never heard of a devil like the Black Winged Demon, and asked with a frown.

"No comment on this one!"

Roger declined to answer the question.

The devil in hell has a unique upgrade system called promotion.

Of course, it can be understood as an upgrade.

Even the little devil among the low-level devils can be promoted from the low-level devil to the middle-level devil as long as he accumulates enough energy or embraces a strong enough thigh.

Take Diana, the Pleasure Demon in front of Roger, for example, she was promoted from the middle devil, Erinyao.

Most of the devil's promotion paths are traceable.

After all, devils are famous for their longevity. Even the lower devils, as long as they are not killed, can live for at least 1000 years.

Although most of the promotion routes are traceable, but there are too many devils, there will always be some special guys who are promoted to special races that have never appeared before.

In addition to promotion, devils can also choose to "beget" offspring directly.

To be precise, it should use its own original devil power to create a devil egg that breeds offspring.

The diabolical mothers born this way are whatever form they are.

Although these devils born from devil eggs have the same race as their parents, they only have the rank corresponding to the race, and do not have the strength corresponding to the rank.

A newborn high-level devil can't even compete with other high-level devils, even the middle-level devils.

But it's worth mentioning that both male and female devils can lay eggs, and only one person at a time is needed.

Simply put, it is parthenogenesis.

One advantage of devils born in this way is that they can obtain the corresponding level of strength in a short period of time.

Of course, this short time is measured in the devil's time.

If it is based on the human concept of time, it is still a long time of decades or hundreds of years.

Roger suspects that Barrett was born from deviled eggs.

Otherwise, it can't explain why he, who is already a high-ranking devil, still gives people a naive feeling.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it!"

Diana didn't continue to question Roger, but patted the Balrog Barrett's calf.

After saying hello to Barrett, she left with her seductive waist swaying.

When Diana left, Roger was slightly relieved.

It was a big test for him to stay with such a pleasure devil who was almost full of charm.

After calming down, he picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

I don't know if it's because the main color in hell is dark red, and the spirits here look like wine on earth.

Although the color of the two looks similar, the taste is very different.

Roger has tasted a lot of spirits, and when the hell spirits in the cup entered his body along his throat, he felt that he was drinking a glass of red magma.

A burning sensation stretched from his throat to his stomach.

In order to suppress this unexpected stimulating feeling, he silently mobilized the power of the devil in his body.

When the power of the devil began to circulate in the body, the extremely hot feeling slowly dissipated.

Is this the spirit of hell? It really has the style of hell!
After taking a sip, Roger put down the wine glass in his hand.

He couldn't judge whether this wine was in the devil's taste, anyway, he was definitely not used to it.

Glancing at the Balrog Barrett who was drinking contentedly, Roger waved to the little devil waiter next to him.

"Give me something lighter!"

Roger said to the little devil waiter.

Although he didn't say what kind of wine he wanted, as a bartender, the little devil in front of him nodded immediately without any hesitation.

A few minutes later, a glass of wine that looked a little more normal, with a color like green juice, was brought up by the little devil.

After taking a sip slightly, Roger showed a satisfied expression.

The alcohol content of this fruit juice is significantly lower, and the taste is milder, which is quite in line with his requirements.

After all, in a place like hell, it is impossible for him to ask the little devil waiter to serve him earth wine such as whiskey or vodka.

After drinking several barrels of spirits in a row, the Balrog Barrett began to tell Roger about his glorious history.

For example, which high-level devil he has killed in the past, or how many consecutive victories he has won in the arena.

Roger wasn't sure if the alcohol in hell would have an effect on the devil.

But it was obvious that Balrog Barrett had completely opened up the conversation now.

Taking advantage of Barrett's conversation, Roger began to ask about some things he was interested in.

Of course, during the questioning process, he tried his best to avoid revealing the fact that he was not a native of Hell.

If it was in front of other devils, Roger would not dare to ask like this.

Even if it is a roundabout inquiry, it is easy for those devils who are good at playing tricks to see something.

But Barrett was different.

Simple-minded brawn!
That's Barrett at his best.

Although they are all devils, the race of the Balrog is obviously not a race that depends on wisdom.

Under Barrett's explanation, Roger's understanding of hell has improved a lot, and at the same time he has figured out what the city he is currently in is like.

As I said before, it is very difficult for the devil to leave hell.

But going to hell from the main material world is relatively simple.

The reason why this city named "Howl of Pain" presents a hodgepodge of civilizations is because a long, long time ago, there used to be a space crack connecting the main material world.

Although it is a crack in space, it is still a crack that is easy to come in and difficult to get out.

Although the devils cannot go to the main material world through this space rift, they have lured many beings from the main material world to hell through the space rift.

The arrival of these beings not only brought the devils' favorite souls, but also various civilizations.

Thus, the city of "Howl of Pain" was gradually born.

While inquiring about news from Barrett, Roger settled his first meal in the tavern by the way.

Although he can live well in the form of the devil's real body without eating, but the imprint of human beings has penetrated deeply into the depths of his instinct.

Unless necessary, otherwise, he does not intend to change his habit of three meals a day.

Time passed little by little, and Roger and Barrett did not leave the tavern until night fell.

All the expenses in the tavern were paid by him.

Barrett no longer has a soul coin on him. Although he can choose not to pay, Roger has no plans to eat the overlord's meal.

The food and drink in the tavern cost less than a hundred soul coins in total, and Roger now has more than 1000 soul coins in hand, which is nothing to him.

After leaving the tavern, led by Barrett, Roger went to the best hotel in the city and opened a room for himself and Barrett.

Perhaps in order to take care of those big devils, all the buildings in the city are huge, fully considering the needs of big devils.

Take the room where Barrett lives now as an example, the area is about the size of a football field on Earth.

And the room where Roger lives is much more normal.

The night passed quickly.

The next day, just as Roger was about to leave the room to go for food, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

After opening the door, he saw the little devil guard with a respectful expression and Little Fang holding a dilapidated dagger.

"come in!"

Roger glanced at Little Fang, who was still in a state of excitement, and said lightly.

in the living room.

Roger sat on a sofa made of unknown bio-leather, looking calmly at Little Fang standing in front of him.

After looking up and down at Little Fang, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, Roger slowly asked, "What is your median form?"

Although he didn't know what kind of devil Little Fang was, he knew that Little Fang was now a lower-level devil, and it was the weaker one among the lower-level devils.

"Winged Demon! My middle devil form is Winged Demon!"

Little Fang quickly replied.

"If you are willing to be loyal to me forever, I can let you be promoted to the middle devil."

For me now, it doesn't really matter whether I have subordinates or not.

But Roger still gave Little Fang a chance.

"Yes! I do!"

Just like before, Little Fang replied immediately without any hesitation.

"Very good, after signing this contract, I will be your master!"

As soon as the words fell, Roger manipulated the power of the devil to condense a contract and threw it to Little Fang.

While condensing the contract, he also used the power of the devil to write the content of the contract.

The content is simple.

As he just said, Little Fang will always be loyal to him, and he helped Little Fang to be promoted to the middle devil.

Little Fang grabbed the contract thrown by Roger, signed his name without saying a word, and confirmed it with his devil power.

Little Fang's name is Little Fang, and as a subordinate devil, he is not qualified to awaken his real name yet.

The real name of the devil not only symbolizes the power of the devil, but also has some special uses.

For example, after mastering the real name of a certain devil, one can completely control the devil.

Therefore, every devil with a real name will regard his real name as the most important secret.

After the little toothpick finished the contract, Roger waved his right hand casually, and the contract flew back into his hand, and then turned into the power of the devil and poured into his body.

In the next second, a cloud of black mist appeared on his right hand.

After the black mist appeared, it flew towards Little Fang and completely enveloped him.

This cloud of black mist is nothing but the power of the devil after materialization.

To Roger, providing the devil's power needed for a lower devil's promotion is not a waste at all.

He casts a spell casually, and consumes more devil power.

This cloud of black mist first completely covered Little Fang, and then poured directly into Little Fang's body.

At the moment when the black mist forcibly poured into his body, Little Fang let out a tragic howl, and fell to the ground in pain, struggling continuously.

While screaming and struggling, Little Fang's body began to change visible to the naked eye.

His thin body began to become stronger, the fangs in his mouth became sharper, and a pair of bat wings with a width of about two meters grew from his back.

Little Fang's promotion process lasted only a few minutes before it was over.

After the promotion ended, the little fangs in front of Roger completely changed their appearance.

The original height of less than 1.5 meters has increased to about 1.8 meters, and the thin body is now full of strength, looking like a bodybuilding champion.

The pitch-black skin turned dark red, and although the bat wings on the back were not fully opened, one could tell at a glance that the pair of bat wings were not for display.

After being promoted to the middle-level Devil Winged Demon, Little Fang didn't have time to feel the changes in his body, so he knelt down on one knee and saluted Roger.

"From today onwards, stop calling me Little Fang, call me Fei Wing!"

Roger casually gave Fang a new name.

"Okay, master!"

Little Fang, no, it should be said that Fei Yi immediately replied respectfully.

After helping Fei Yi complete the promotion, Roger left the room first.

Although there were some episodes, he did not intend to give up his plan to go out for food.

As soon as he got up, Fei Yi stood up and followed him respectfully.

As for the dagger, Fei Yi casually threw it into the trash can.

After leaving the hotel, Roger randomly found a tavern that looked good, and went straight in.

(End of this chapter)