Victor Dalton, minister of the V&V Empire, wakes up with a huge change in his body.
His limbs, beak, wings and tail were missing. He could feel a ghostly impression they were giving him, as if he had been amputated, but he had no hands to cover his face. Scratches; Victor no longer has feelings, at least not in a human way. He could no longer distinguish between heat and cold, smells and tastes. He could only see and hear as though through a television screen.
Victo Dalton
Dalto
) viewing the world through his carved eye sockets, he has become more than a human being.
He turned into a cup!
As expected, after Ahenapepp murdered him, his soul entered the [Black Holy Grail]. Even though he lost his paradise insurance, he still cheated death. From what he saw, Xolotl placed the [Black Holy Grail] on the altar in the underground sacrificial chamber, like a holy object.
There was no one around, except for two skeleton guards guarding the entrance.
Victor is finally safe.
Congratulations! By completing a karma Houdini, avoiding the consequences of violating your karma insurance, and evading God's judgment through your evil artifact, you are in [Mo
ia
ty] and [Weathe
make
] obtained two levels! You obtained [Asteroid Power] and [Zmey Ride
] Career allowance.
+60 hp, +40 sp, +2 st
, +2 vit, +3 ski, +1 agi, +8 i
t, +4 cha, +6 lack.
[Asteroid Power]: Whenever you are in combat, your Evil Talent will increase your accuracy, dodge, and critical strikes by subconsciously analyzing all variables to predict your enemy's actions, which is equivalent to your Intelligence. half.
[Zmey Ride
]: You can summon a unique [Zmey] as a familiar. A [Zmey] is a demon, a foolish cousin of the real dragons that brings rain wherever they go. If your [Zmey] is killed, you lose Pe
k.
Sweet. Since he gained experience and Sabra didn't come to kill him permanently, Victor believed that Winkle and/or Kya defeated Ahenapepp. He hoped there wouldn't be too many casualties.
Wait, does he get stat boosts as a cup? Without a body?
Hmm, interesting. Could it be that the attribute improvements, perks and system benefits are related to his soul rather than his body?
"Hello?" Victor tried to talk to the skeleton, but no sound came out. Not even any form of telepathy. "Take me to El Dorado and I will give you power beyond your imagination!"
The skeleton guard ignored him.
Here, he believes that the whispers of demons are characteristic of all evil artifacts... He attempts to seek help through [Scarlet Research], only to come back with a system screen.
It is not possible to use the allowance when living in an unsuitable container.
He'll have to fix this design flaw next time. Thankfully, he can still control all of his Black Grail creations by [Rising], and [Bewitching] them to do things for him. He just needs someone to take him to the Golden Kingdom, spray his ashes with black blood, and the problem will be solved.
Now that he's thought about it... does (baiting) sentient beings count as slavery? Even if they actually owe him a life, and just for a mission? Considering Winkle's own stance on the matter, he has to Handle this with caution.
Victor decided to send a telepathic SOS message through their union and hoped that his undead would burst into tears of gratitude.
"Minion! Minion!"
Nearest (appearance): 15 km.
Only 15 kilometers? Did he resurrect new undead while taking drugs in Kukulkan? Victor hesitated to say whether this was a good thing, but he still thanked his luck and shouted for help.
Your (appearance will be moved to your location.
Great, he just had to wait.
How long will it take?
The result is, for a long, long time. Gratitude is far less convincing than a magical command.
Victor first entertained himself by counting sheep, and then asked riddles for the skeleton. After a while, it became boring, so he thought about what new name he should use after the cup.
Victog
ail?
Round head?
G
ail-ku
?
It's Gray Queen.
"Hey, I'm Grakun! I'm immortal, but don't tell anyone!" Victor yelled at the skeletons, feeling like an idiot afterwards. Seriously, he was going crazy. How long had he been? Sent a distress signal?
You've been the [Black Holy Grail] for two hours.
Two hours? What was his undead savior doing?
Nearest (appearance): 5 km.
Damn it, confinement was going to drive him crazy. He had to do something. Maybe if he moves, the skeleton will sound an alarm?
already……
already……
N
gghhhh!
Ah, it's hard to move as an inanimate object! No wonder the One Ring turned into a jerk and Victor felt like a quadriplegic!
Finally, with all his willpower, G
ail-ku
Successfully fell off the altar. "Freedom!" Victor screamed silently with satisfaction, falling to the ground and rolling towards the skeleton. "Suck my cup!"
It worked! The skeleton glanced at Victor, grabbed him gently... and placed him back on the altar before returning to his place.
This body was a mistake.
What else can he do? His Grail is connected to the Blissful Place and his Scythe allows him to transfer souls into the Vessel of [Rise]. While he can't send his soul to his scythe without risking destroying his fragile anchor in Overmund, he can always summon a captive. If his scythes are intact, he can use them as messengers.
"Come to me!" Victor ordered. "G
ail-ku
Order it!"
A shadow appeared next to the cup, invisible to the skeletons but not to Victor. The Prime Minister immediately recognized her as Wotan's Valkyrie, Sigrun...but, for some reason, she was naked in front of him.
She was a beauty, Scandinavian, muscular, with long blond hair and ocean blue eyes. Her feathered wings reminded Victor of Mir.
But upon closer inspection, she looked a little off. The lines on her face were too symmetrical and her body proportions were a little out of proportion. She looked like a statue sculpted by someone with only a cursory academic understanding of humanity. Since Wotan used her as bait for a fake princess, the minister was not too surprised.
Victor should have lusted after her, but he didn't. He believed his new body lacked hormones and brain chemicals, preventing him from feeling excited or even experiencing physical pleasure. No more sweet dopamine.
Why can't there be nice things in a cup?
"You..." The woman glared at him. "Isn't it enough for you to let me suffer silently? Do you have to belittle me with your cold eyes?"
He did get a strange sense of satisfaction from her troubles, though. His evil hiding instincts were already kicking in.
Moreover, he recognized her voice. "Wait...you are the person I am looking for!"
"One?" At least she could understand him.
"On that island, after our first battle with King Wotan—"
"You mean that you were completely defeated by my master." Valkyrie replied proudly.
"You asked if my body was still warm!" This matter troubled Victor for several days. "Why?"
"…I do not know what you're talking about."
Victor glared at her, then remembered that he had no eyebrows. What an underrated physical trait. Instead of glaring at the liar, he remained silent.
After a long, awkward moment, Valkyrie looked away in embarrassment. "We're not called Shieldmaidens for nothing," she admitted.
…
"So you not only violated my body, but you also tampered with it?" I'm deeply offended on both counts!"
"You should be dead," she said, as if it was his fault. "Don't remind me of that missed opportunity, Dragon Slave."
"I don't think you can call me for help?"
She gave her a silent glare in return, but her eyebrows gave her reply more effect. Victor muttered to himself as he angrily thought about what to do next.
He always expected a [Resurrectionist] or a Necromancer to enter the room, that was true. But the longer he waited for that annoying shadow to keep him company, the more he wanted to get out as soon as possible.
"Even if your allies survive, you will always be a cup," Sigrun taunted him. "My sister and the king are alive. They will come for you, for your dragon master. There is nothing but doom for your damn soul."
wait.
That's it! [The Black Holy Grail] can choose the damned souls from the happy world to return to the material world! Because he is the cup itself, Victor may project his consciousness into the plane of hell!
"Sigrun, you are such a genius!" Victor thanked the surprised Valkyrie and left her alone to focus on his connection to Elysium.
Victor Dalton wakes up in a dark room, back in his old body; or rather, a ghostly astral projection.
Is it Elysium? He couldn't see anything, although he heard whispers in the background. "Hello?" Victor shouted. "Is anyone here?"
Someone turned on the light.
"strangeness!"
Victor flinched as he found himself surrounded by thousands of demons, all cheering him on.
The minister noticed Malfoy, his lawyers, and his usual summons among them, as well as the group of demons and banshees he had dealt with at Shilin Academy. But there are countless others he doesn't recognize, from multi-eyed green clay men to suit-wearing fallen angels. Little devil ninjas act as security guards, their little eyes hidden behind sunglasses.
The room they were in looked like a demonic version of Wall Street's famed stock trading floor, with screens displaying the latest "Soul Dividend Yield" and "Corporate Credit Notes." Multiple banners read "Happy Damn Victory!", "Our Hero Dalton" and "Happy Hell" were attached to them.
"W-what?" Victor blinked, not expecting such a thing to happen. "what happened?"
"Mr. Victor, I'm so happy to see you again!" Malfoy couldn't hold back his tears, and a demon lawyer wiped away his tears with a bloody handkerchief. "I held this party at the last moment after His Majesty the King defeated Aknapeppe, and I began to wonder if you would fall from the stairs!" Unfortunately, Mrs. Moore failed to arrive in time. "
"Ge
tlefie
ds!" cried the biggest demon in the room, silencing everyone. Victor recognized the giant, crowned black fly-human hybrid as the terrifying demon. "Please note !”
The Lord of the Flies raises a bloody glass of champagne and launches into an inspiring speech.
"You all know me as the devil, as the CEO of an international company and by reputation on the board of corporate overlords. To some of you, I have been a boss, a father, a competitor or a ruthless challenger. In a way Case in point, all of this happening simultaneously. But tonight is not the time for competition on Soulwell Street; tonight is a friendly Sabbath for all demons, where we can celebrate our collective achievements."
"Thanks to our efforts, we have lowered the average working age at the material level to six, six years old! We have created millions of jobs for children around the world!" the demons applauded, while Victor Standing there, his brain couldn't process the scene before him.
“Thanks to our progressive policies that keep lowering wages for mere mortals, we’ve finally achieved gender pay parity!” I could go on and on about how our rebrand increased our Curse conversion rate by 50% or this year’s historic Soul Bonus. I can't do any of these. Today we gather to celebrate a hero for us all. "
The Lord of the Flies raised his glass to the minister. “All of us, applaud our shareholder Victor Dalton!”
The crowd immediately cheered him on and the congratulations were deafening. "Well, thank you," he said, completely bewildered.
"In view of your outstanding contributions to Happy Paradise, the Council of Company Lords unanimously decided to award you the Medal of Flight; the highest decoration known to demons." The fly demon approached Victor and placed a ribbon on his ghostly chest. Cross of Wings, cheers intensified. "You are a hero, Mr. Dalton, and you will always be welcome here."
What on earth did he do? Absolutely horrific stuff.
Afterwards, the demon lord called a carnival and horns sounded throughout the marketplace. Lines of naked succubi and their male companions, the banshees, enter the marble halls, playing musical instruments or carrying gold trays filled with drinks, toasts and toasts.
But Victor, who had no clue, was involved in it.
The demons swarmed the minister like a bunch of groupies, so many at once that he could hardly understand what they were saying. He was congratulated, offered drugs, offered an alliance with him, and one demonic slime even asked to have his child.
"Get away from me!" shouted the chief of staff, confused and bewildered. "I just want fresh air!"
His summons immediately formed a circle around him, pushing aside most of the crowd and finally allowing him to breathe. Only Muffy can pass through the safety rope.
"Congratulations, Mr. Victor." The bug demon handed the Prime Minister a glass of damn champagne. He also noticed a demonic lawyer in the background saying "I had a gut feeling that you were going to be the greatest champion of the Kingdom of Happiness, and you shattered all my expectations!"
"What have I done?" Victor asked. "Is it about heaven? What have I done to heaven?"
Malfoy still threatened to cry with joy, but this time he managed to keep his composure. "They gave up."
Victor freezes. "They gave up?"
"Angel gives up!" Malfoy replied cheerfully, finally realizing that his partner hadn't understood. "Pigeon. She tried to stop you when you were taking off your clothes in public. Don't you remember?"
"No." He didn't even know Mir was at the party. In hindsight, this makes sense because Vai
queue
Already launched [Golde
Road] to reinforce.
"But then you embarrassed her by making your insurance fraud public!" Malfoy said, immersed in memories. "She slapped you multiple times in return, but you seemed to enjoy it."
Oh, God. The vizier vowed to apologize to Mir following the chaos.
"As usual, the con men come in droves to 'bring down the bad guys.'" Many demons snickered in the background. "You defeated them all!"
"I hit an angel?" If insurance fraud didn't prevent him from getting to heaven, that part certainly did.
"Yeah! And then...then you used your [Black Holy Grail] to resurrect them to 'apologize'!" At this time, Malfoy could hardly speak a coherent sentence, and he was still halfway through speaking, haha laughing out loud.
"So the angel gave up on me." Victor thought it was his own fault and accepted it as a matter of course. “Is this really worth all these parties?”
"You don't understand, Mr. Victor," one of Victor's Marilis bodyguards said, clearly trying to contain his laughter. "You awakened the angels with your (Black Holy Grail)."
"But..." Victor finally understood. "The Black Holy Grail can only awaken the soul..."
"It turns out..." Marilis began to cry.
“Angels go to hell when they die!”
Afterwards, every demon within earshot burst into demonic laughter, and no one even raised an objection to the use of the old "Happy Nation" trademark.
"The faces they were making... I almost choked." "You almost killed me, Mr. Victor. You almost did it."
The unresponsive vizier speculated that centuries of exhortations to mortals had indeed reduced karma.
"After that humiliation, their whole system collapsed!" A little demon ninja gave Malfoy a wine glass of his own. "They re-evaluated their old customer files and realized a large percentage of them had committed fraud just like you. Twenty-three point five percent, according to my inside information. I heard Mithras was furious ."
One in four? This could happen to a lot of angels in their fall. Victor really, really didn't like how things were going. "They...angels don't sell insurance anymore?"
"No!" Malfy gloated. “Oh, sure, they will continue to accept merit-free souls, but not only have they completely withdrawn from the neutral karma market, but they have canceled all existing subscriptions! You single-handedly ruined Dove’s credibility!”
…
"Malfoy, am I a bad person?"
"It was just 'accidental'." Malfoy comforted him, but this sentence immediately ruined the atmosphere. This gives you reasonable deniability in court. You are an example to us all, Mr. Victor. Oh, and also, would you like some wine?"
"No, no drugs! Never! I'm going back to Outremund and resurrecting myself, now."
"You can become a demon at any time, Mr. Victor." "Your soul only needs to absorb the energy of Happyland to trigger the transformation. Normally, you would start at the bottom of the corporate ladder, but as the majority shareholder, we can speed up The promotion process.”
"Wait, my soul turned into a demon? What if I die again?"
"Maybe you'll go to heaven!" Malfoy burst into tears, spilling the wine everywhere.
Yes, he would rather return to human form than turn into a big fly. As long as he can make peace with Mir, that will be fine.
"Victor?"
The minister felt the goddess speaking to his cup and heard Camilla's voice in his mind. She is not alone.
"Go back to your cup," the goddess Shesha told him. "We have to talk."
