Chapter 47 Part 2

Zhong Nian immediately recalled the tentacle Clone/Avatar the Priest had pulled from his shadow during the day—it was a miniature version of this Octopus’s tentacle.

So this was the Low-level Demon the Priest mentioned?

Yet, remembering how it effortlessly defeated that kin, its abilities didn’t seem weak at all.

With surprises piling one after another, Zhong Nian calmed instead, no longer trembling in fear as before.

He gripped the Dagger tightly, biding his time.

Rash strikes wouldn’t gravely injure a Devil and might only enrage it. He needed a chance for a one-hit kill.

He subtly scanned the Octopus for weaknesses, finally locking onto its eyes.

When it set him down and leaned in to eat—

Zhong Nian’s young face took on a coldly resolute pallor, sharp glints spilling from his bright eyes.

At that moment, the Octopus suddenly swiveled an eye toward him. Zhong Nian thought it had seen through his intent, body stiffening.

Nothing bad happened. The Octopus merely waved a tentacle, extending another to support beneath his knees, mimicking a princess carry to ease his dangling, uncomfortable legs.

The support was gentle, not coiling, curved perfectly to fit the human form.

Afterward, the Octopus’s tentacles waved even more joyfully, hoisting Zhong Nian high like a triumphant trophy, emitting strange “glub glub, chuu chuu” sounds of delight.

Zhong Nian was somewhat dazed, unable to fathom what went through this Octopus’s mind.

Soon, the familiar Small Wooden House appeared in his view, drawing nearer.

Zhong Nian was stunned. He had assumed the Octopus, like the previous Devil, would drag him to its lair for a feast. He never imagined it would return him to the house.

The Octopus nimbly scaled the back of the Cabin, a tentacle hooking open the window to Zhong Nian’s room, squeezing its elastic body inside.

Its head was truly massive, producing a “pop” like uncorking a wine bottle upon entry.

Likely because it carried him, this Octopus Demon passed unimpeded.

Was it using him to enter and devour the other Players?

But the Octopus showed no intent to leave the room—perhaps disinterested, or bound by game rules.

It gently placed him on the bed, then unfurled one coiled tentacle. With a release, assorted small items cascaded onto Zhong Nian with a clatter.

Sinking into the soft bedding, he picked up one that landed on his face… a Candy?

These seemed to be the ones the Children had given him, lost amid the fog chase, mostly dropped en route.

Somehow they ended up with the Octopus, which now returned them.

Zhong Nian lay amid the scattered colorful Candies, feeling as if in a dream.

One tentacle coiled around a Candy. The Octopus seemed eager to unwrap it but struggled ineptly with such a tiny thing. Its tip elongated flexibly, yet it took considerable effort.

After peeling the wrapper, it held the Candy to Zhong Nian’s lips and stuffed it in.

Caught off guard in his daze, Zhong Nian tasted grape sweetness in his mouth.

Instinctively, his tongue moved to suck the Candy, forgetting the slender tentacle still inside—and sucking it too.

The Octopus emitted “slurp slurp” sounds again, tentacles flailing wildly, some even knotting together.

Zhong Nian wanted to spit it out, but it was too late.

That suck flipped some switch in the Devil. Its agitation mounted, refusing to withdraw the tentacle, instead pressing deeper into his mouth.

“Mmmph—”

Zhong Nian whimpered lowly, furrowing his brow, pushing with his tongue and tugging with his hand.

It was futile; it was like offering his tongue tip, which the tentacle promptly coiled around.

At such a moment, he actually thought it fortunate the Octopus Demon’s tentacle tip lacked suckers, or else…

Soon, he had no room for stray thoughts. The tentacle in his mouth swelled, gradually filling his oral cavity. His cheeks bulged, unable to close around it, the stretched corners of his mouth aching faintly.

Unable to bear it, Zhong Nian raised his other hand and swiftly slashed.

In the night, the blade flashed like moonlight.

Blue liquid oozed from the severed tentacle. The remnant in his mouth writhed as if alive, but merely residual muscle and nerves, far weaker. Zhong Nian yanked it free.

Before the Octopus could react further, he sprang up, lunging the Dagger at its eye.

A split second before striking, a tentacle whipped around his wrist, yanking him down. More tentacles followed, coiling his limbs and waist.

Limbs bound, unable to attack, Zhong Nian didn’t give up resistance, gritting his teeth to struggle. Then he was hoisted into the air, utterly helpless.

“Chitter-chitter—”

The Octopus made unintelligible sounds, its round eyes fixed on him. It confiscated the most dangerous Dagger, placing it securely—not discarding—on the wooden table.

Another slender tentacle extended, prodding his face. Losing patience, Zhong Nian twisted to bite, missing. Amused, the tentacle poked his lips, touching his teeth.

Zhong Nian felt like a toyed-with prey, annoyed. “If you’re going to eat me, get on with it!”

Chirp—

The Octopus chirped, sliding slick tentacles under his clothes and pant legs. As if heeding Zhong Nian, it prepared to “feast.”