King of succubus



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"Unlike the others, I proceeded differently with these guys." She proclaims after Alvine joins him in her second lab.

Just like the previous room, the room that welcomed Alvine was entirely white and had no apparent characteristics compared to the other room, except that its size was a little smaller than the other.

And as before, Alvine found himself with dozens of his look-alikes.

'Sigh, she wants to create a whole population with my figures or what?!' He whispers these words, accompanied by a deep sigh.

But the room had different subjects from the previous one; they were conscious!

But just by seeing their strange actions and their empty and flat looks, Alvine did not need his perception to know how the madwoman had proceeded to create these clones.

"Doppelgangers?"

"Nah,...well, almost; take a closer look; I'm sure you'll understand." She shakes her head in the face of Alvine's skeptical remarks.

"..." After a glance at Feyre, he focused on the dozens of guinea pigs with his effigy, who wandered while ignoring each other.

"Ugh, Worse and worse!" Alvine expressed while growling inwardly after noticing another incredulous fact.

'I must admit, she's a genius in the negative sense.' He continued in his thoughts while keeping a security perimeter with them.

But just then, Feyre jostled him toward one of the doppelgängers closest to them.

-!

And fortunately for him, he was able to stop in time before colliding with the lookalike.

But unfortunately for him, the ten doppelgängers noticed him just as he took three steps forward.

"These doppelgängers are not as simple as their peers. They have not only inherited your powers, but they are as powerful as a primordial being if they bequeath themselves against a single enemy."

As Alvine looked behind him, he saw Feyre create a barrier to prevent him from leaving the area while retorting these words with her superficial look.

'...Sigh, I expected such a thing to happen. I have to consider it as training and keep my cool until everything ends on the side of Shadow and Heepha.' He murmured, staring at the dozens of doppelgängers approaching him with blatant murderous intentions in their garnet-red eyes.

"Normally, these guys attack everyone that moves within their perimeters; but it's unexpected to see them so suspicious of you." On the other side of the barrier, Feyre once again took out her little notebook and began scribbling some information with sparkling eyes and eagerness for curiosity.

'...Stay cool, my old ego; this is not the time to have a useless tantrum!' Alvine murmured as if trying to self-hypnotize himself in the face of Feyre's unconscious actions and provocations.

-Shrrink...

At the same time, the doppelgängers each created their mana weapons with different forms and affinities.

-Dark frown.

But the most notable and derisory thing for Alvine was to see them create weapons with their artificial shadow attributes. That made Alvine more suspicious of them than anyone else.

But just before he faced him in his head, one of the doppelgängers, dressed in his clothes in navy blue patients like his other colleagues, rushed towards him like a bloodthirsty beast and stabbed him with his black sword.

-!

At the last minute, Alvine unconsciously dodged his attack when his senses shouted at him guard, jumping back.

'Tsk, of course, the cube does not react to his attack because it does not see it as an enemy attack.' He retorted inwardly by slamming his tongue with an annoyed mood.

But a sec after, his body stiffened by noticing the strange and familiar actions of one of the doppelgängers when he noticed the latter joining his palms and channeling a good amount of energy.

'Heh! It's getting more and more interesting.' He exclaimed with surprise at the unpublished occurring in front of him.

-whiisshhh!!

Then, unsurprisingly, a spherical black ball appeared between the palms of the doppelgänger and floated sinisterly above him while exercising its monstrous suction force.

Meanwhile, Alvine, who expected to drool to resist the sphere's field of attraction, frowned, noticing that he was ultimately unaffected by the doppelgängers' attack.

Just as with the tattoo on his torso that had not intercepted the frontal attack of one of the doppelgängers, Alvine was also not affected by the black hole that considered him an ally and not the other way around.

'Tss~, even if they have some of my unique skills, they are weak, and their attacks are also weak and slow. Sigh, even if the idea is unpleasant, I must go a little deep with them.' This decision took momentarily before his silhouette liquefied into a thick black shadow.

"Hm? He manages to use his shadow powers even though this place is the most unsuitable?" Feyre frowns when she sees Alvine take action.

But just as she thought Alvine would start a thrilling battle against the doppelgängers, her expression harshen by noticing the shadow that Alvine had become, suddenly growing and engulfing everything inside her dome!

And despite her transcendental perception, she could not see what was happening inside the black and viscous dome formed by Alvine.

'Is he trying to hide his powers from me? In addition, it's the first time I've seen this skill; I can't even know its threat level or sound--??

She suddenly stopped in her thoughts, noticing the viscous dome gradually shrinking until it became a tiny black cocoon two meters high.

But strangely, even if the cocoon was unknown to Feyre, anyone could understand that it looked like the one that allowed the soldiers of Alvine's shadow to carry out their evolutions.

-Crack, Crack, crack...

And just as Feyre thought of inspecting the cocoon, the latter began by cracking and revealing Alvine's presence.

"Huh?! Where are my guinea pigs?!" Feyre frowns when she sees Alvine alone without being accompanied by the doppelgängers.

But seeing Alvine's confusion himself, her expression became darker.

"...You're not going to tell me that you don't know what happened to them?" She hypothesized with an unconvinced air.

"...They are no longer," Alvine murmured with evasive eyes.

"What do you mean by that? You mean they are--

"Dead? Yes." Alvine retorted despite the dissatisfaction in Feyre's eyes.

'What just happened? I am not responsible for this phenomenon. But I can't tell her that it's related to the ring that does what it wants without me being able to influence him. - Sigh, since his actions have only been beneficial to me so far, so I guess everything is fine.' Whispered, frowning.

But despite being in about the same condition as Feyre, he did not reveal this fact, lest she is more interested in his ring, which has powers as mysterious as her own.

"If you are angry about this result, you should have thought twice in a row before--

"Their dead don't bother me, but it's the way you took yourself that makes me frustrated." She explained herself by guessing Alvine's words.

"Hugh, then ask for my opinion next time before doing the same thing." He said, waving his hand with a disinterested air.

'I'm sure the ring engulfed them as it had done with my orb since I can't feel them anymore.' He continued in his thoughts while monitoring the expression of the vicious next to him.

"...Very well, in this case, follow me." She sighed after a few seconds of a frown, followed by the appearance of another portal in front of them.

But just as she was going to cross the gate, she suddenly stopped while frowning at Alvine.

"But on the other hand, if you care about your life, don't even think about facing the person behind this portal because you will die the second after!" She made this warning before continuing as if nothing had happened, leaving Alvine in a strange and elusive confusion.

"..."

Then, without saying another word, Alvine crossed the portal with curious and confused eyes.

'A being capable of killing me if they fight? On the other hand, I even wondered why I had to fight against him in the first place.'

...

But all his confusion cleared up as soon as he arrived on the other side of the portal.

"!!"

Unlike the other vast and immaculate white rooms, the room was dark and barely seemed big enough for a living space.

But Alvine was not shocked to see the room or the shadow of death that was constantly floating above them and that Feyre seemed not to have noticed.

One of the people who had forced him to follow Feyre's butler was hanging on the pillars in front of him with a frightening aura in front of him.

[[Kuku, another fucking reply? You think you can achieve your goals!?]

Almost instantly, the arrogant and hateful voice of the other Alvine thunked in the dark and suffocating room.

"Happy to know you are still alive, even if you tell me foolish and incomprehensible words." Feryre retorted, staring at the chained guy with a bloody body because of his pitiful condition.

But unlike the others, he had nothing artificial; his eyes, his aura, his personality, and above all, his soul were entirely accurate in Alvine's eyes.

Following this realization, Alvine's expression became dark as he understood what was happening here.

'Well, even she can also be fooled by other people.' He said to himself while looking at Feyre with an ironic smile that lasted only a blink of an eyelash.

"You are wrong," Alvine murmured, looking not at his look-alike but around him.

"Hm? What are you?-

"This bastard is not a prisoner!" He thundered while demonstrating his scythe and slicing at the void with all his strength.

"..."

"..."

"Can I know what makes you say that?" Asked Feyre, frowning at Alvine's actions.

"..." But Alvine remained silent and continued to stare at the other guy attached with obvious hostility in his eyes.

He then sighed while erecting a dark shield around him and Feyre. Not out of kindness but because he was not sure that he could face being in front of him if the latter decided to act.

*...Kekeh! You are interesting. Are you one of his guinea pigs? Or maybe you are the person who forced our little scholar to betray us?* the expression of the other type became cold as he asked this question to Alvine by telepathy.

"..." Faced with all these unanswered mysteries, Alvine focused on Feyre.

"You made a mistake; this bastard has nothing to do with me or others. I don't know how he landed here, but he's not someone I can measure strength, which means he is at least as powerful as a transcendent. He's an existence in his own right that uses you! And given his hostility towards me, I don't think I can count him among my allies. And that... that makes him the most dangerous that must be--

"No! Don't do anything stupid! Otherwise, I'll have to stop you myself!" Feyre growled, guessing Alvine's blatant intentions through his murderous aura.

"You're madwoman, it's true, but what you're doing now is suicide!" He tried to make her hear reason with these words.

But Feyre was deaf to his warnings; all she saw was the gains she would make. And knowing this fact, Alvine sighed deeply to calm his ardor and focus on the man.

'This is the first time I have seen a presence threaten my existence at this point. And as this madwoman only trusts what she sees, she is unaware of the current danger. This bastard must die! No matter how much effort I have to devote to it!' While making this decision, he handed his palm towards Feyre with intrepid eyes.

"...So I'm going to go straight with you; hold my hand and see through my eyes what is really happening in this room!"