First of all, Full Cover here:

  Spoiler

  Paul is the Vampire, his Avatar is named Vd. Chris is the incubus, his Avatar is called Alitheus.

  Yes Chris is bringing the whole bakery.

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  “Fantasy Story Online has been made using the test Virtual Reality teology and promises an immersive, realistid pletely refreshiake on the VRMMenre!”

  “From storylio NPteras, progression, and even ization, this game promises to make the biggest wishes of all Pyers e true.”

  “Not only you ize your character’s race, css, appearance, abilities, talents, weaknesses, and even their likes and dislikes and many other personality traits, but you evee unique backgrounds for any character!”

  “Every Pyer is assured to gh pletely unique experiences. Eae has their own ways tress both in personal growth and also in terms of societal and eic traits, which are a big part of Fantasy Story Online!”

  “I with the rid vast world of Genesis and its dozens of different Realms, visit Kingdoms straight out of fairytales, or quer the deepest and most terrifying of dungeons for epic loot! Is there anything you ’t do in this game?”

  “Out now! Get your copy before it runs out!”

  Paul watched the video game ad on his phoh eyes almost filled with obsession. He had been waiting for this game ever si was announced over five years ago.

  The development of the game has been incredibly slow, but it has brought updates every month and every year, and with the hundreds of millions of backers it got, the game has finally fulfilled all of its promises.

  There were even many review els that had already tried the game through Early Access, and there wasn’t a single person who looked dissatisfied!

  Everyone said the game erfect.

  Everyone said it was everything they could have ever asked for!

  And everyone—absolutely everyone—was satisfied.

  Some were already calling it the best video game iire world, with incredible potential for making money as well, as there was an easy way to trade items and money between pyers and a free market.

  Paul could barely tain his excitement.

  “Oh man, I ’t wait to py it…”

  As he was looking at his phone, he quickly noticed he was already walking ihe college building, his surroundings bustling with many young people around his age or a few years older, moving everywhere from pce to pce.

  “Hah, but first, this…”

  It wouldn’t be an uatement to say that Paul was extremely nervous. Because of his social awkwardness, he had pletely lost any opportunity to make friends or eve a girlfriend in his first year of college.

  Barely making any iion with other people, he was such a lohat he even did all the group tasks alone and got good grades anyway, which made his professors rather surprised. Although they also pitied him a bit,.

  “This year, for sure…”

  He gripped his fists tightly. The young man had grown slightly taller than the previous year; he had just reached een years of age and was still growing a bit more.

  However, his growth might also be thanks to all the w out he had been doing nonstop through the st six months; he started getting a healthier diet, a healthier lifestyle, aing much more well-toned while trying to look as attractive and fresh as he could.

  The reason? Well, it should be easy to guess.

  No girls ever paid attention to him; no girls ever cared about him, and he bmed it all on his nerdy looks, which he had ged.

  …Naturally, he seemed pletely unaware that his greatest weakness wasn’t his looks but his shy personality and silent demeanor, which most girls found b.

  No, even guys found him b; he had made no friends; he tried, but he couldn’t make any ever-stiionships with anybody!

  At least ba high school, he had some friends, a with them to py some games and hang out from time to time.

  But college was a pletely different battleground than high school; in here, everyoed muature, most students weren’t childish, and they took everything very seriously.

  Most would always assume you would be just as serious, well-behaved, and, above all, very talkative and social.

  And such weaknesses were fws that poor Paul carried to college.

  A dry first year, but surely he’ll make it the sed...

  Right?

  “Hahh…”

  He sighed; his self-esteem would have hit ro if it wasn’t because he was very excited about the new game ing out.

  It was his form of escapism; he didn’t really feel satisfied with his current self or his current life at all.

  “I want friends…” he sighed to himself. “And a girlfriend…”

  He was thinking these things; if he said them out loud, he would probably die of embarrassment.

  As he walked upstairs and moved to his , he turned off his phone and took off his headphones.

  “Alright, let’s do this-”

  “Hey! Excuse me?”

  However, the voice of someone reverberated behind him.

  For a moment, he thought they were calling someone else; he had such low self-esteem that he never assumed people were trying to talk to him.

  Yet, the person behind him evely touched his shoulders.

  “Hello? Excuse me?”

  “Hm?”

  When Paul moved his head to see the person calling him, he almost froze.

  “A cute girl?!” he thought.

  He almost had a heart attack, in fact.

  She was utterly adorable and tomboyish, with shlossy bck hair, big blue eyes, pale white skin like por, wearing a white blouse and a jacket, and tight blue jeans. She did not have much chest at all, but that wasn’t something Paul cared for that much.

  She was slightly ohicker side though, so she wasn’t really thihighs were big, as were her hips; and her face was cute—very cute! Paul liked all these features; it had been a while since he had seen such a cute tomboy before, and they were often rare.

  “She’s totally my type; what the hell do I even say?!” Paul thought as he began to paniternally. “No wait, she’s asking you something!”

  “Y-Yes?” Paul asked.

  Dammit! He stuttered!

  “Ah, I was w if you knew where the framming was?” the “girl” asked.

  Suddenly, Paul realized something: “her” voice was rather deeper than he had heard previously.

  “Hey, dude. Are you there or not?” “she” teased him. “Hellooo~?”

  “A-Ah… Yes, it’s right here, actually…” Paul poi the .

  "Oh, nice. We’re cssmates, then? o meet you! I'm Christopher; you call me Chris though.”

  “Chris… topher?”

  Wait, that’s most defihe name of a man!

  “Name’s Paul… Wait, you’re Christopher like… guy name?”

  Paul asked something utterly embarrassing and stupid.

  “What? Yes? Duh, what else? I’m a guy? Buy.”

  “Oh…”

  Chris looked at Paul’s green eyes and then smiled mogly.

  “Hah? Did you… Don’t tell me, pfff…” he began ughing!

  Paul felt frozen in time.

  He was being utterly ridiculed and teased by this bratty boy!

  “Did you think I was a girl?!” Chris couldn’t tain his ughter, so he ughed out loud.

  Dammit, even his ughter was cute, actually!

  “S-Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Paul muttered, panig.

  Chris gently patted his shoulders.

  “It’s fine, dude, whatever,” Chris shrugged. “You sure got low standards firls if you thought I was one somehow... Anyways, let’s go in; we’re getting te.”

  “Y-Yeah…”

  Paul is having aential crisis right now!

  And above all…

  Why was Chris so goddamn cute?!

  Throughout Paul’s entire life, he has always liked women!

  He found them cute and attractive—their appearance, everything.

  Like any straight man.

  For the first time in history, perhaps...

  He couldn’t get a man out of his mind.

  “W-Why is he so fug cute though?" Paul thought to himself.

  His heart only started beating faster when Chris sat right beside him and wi him.

  “Yo, let me sit o you. We started off on the wrong foot today, but let’s get along, Paul,” he said politely.

  “Eh? Y-Yeah…” Paul nodded, still spooked because Chris was just too cute.

  Paul had a problem.

  He always entered a slight panic whenever a really beautiful girl talked to him.

  He froze!

  Perhaps it was his fear of screwing things over or making them disgusted or something.

  He sometimes simply couldn’t speak a word.

  It didn’t happen all the time, but it usually always happened with his crushes.

  And right now, Chris... well, triggered that.

  “I just met him a minute ago! What the fuck is wrong with me?!” Paul thought again, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself down.

  “Paul~ Hey Paul~” Chris began asking.

  “Hm? Y-Yes?” Paul wondered.

  “Do you have a pencil? I just fot t one…” Chris sighed.

  “Y-Yeah, here,” Paul offered him one.

  “Thank you~!” Chris made the cutest sound ever and took the pencil, quickly beginning to scribble stuff.

  He wasn’t even writing about what the teacher was talking about.

  In fact, Paul was left dumbfounded when he saw that through the entire css, Chris was drawing...

  Anime-like characters.

  And his drawings were actually really good!

  He reized some instantly, such as Goku fron Ball, Sakura from Sakura Card Captor, that one Sailor Moonist, and eveive !

  “He’s a man of culture," Paul thought, nodding.

  Chris instantly noticed he had been watg him draw for a while, smiling.

  “What are you looking at, Paul? Are you bored?” he smiled cutely. “Hah? Don’t tell me… You’re a weeb~?”

  A weeb!

  Christopher called him a weeb?!

  Paul was incredibly furious.

  His internal basement dweller awakened.

  Paul felt humiliated at being called such a name, as he associated it with all the gy otakus he sees online all the time.

  “I’m not a weeb!” Paul screamed. “You’re the weeb!”

  He screamed.

  The whole css paused.

  Most students looked at Paul while raising an eyebrow.

  The boys, and the cute girls too.

  The teacher also stopped what she was doing; she readjusted her gss and looked back at him.

  “Is there something you o say to the css?”

  Paul froze.

  And he could still hear him!

  Chris was giggling like a mischievous little imp!

  Paul was taining his anger and cooling himself down.

  “…N-No, sorry.”

  “Okay.”

  The teacher nodded, and the css went back to normal.

  But it would never be normal again for Paul.

  First impressions were pletely and utterly shattered!

  The whole css would see him as a weirdo now because he just screamed in the middle of the css!

  And it was all because of this damned imp!

  “Hahaha, did you have to scream like that, dude? Did I awaken some bad memories~?” Chris giggled teasingly. “My bad, my bad. Let’s get along~”

  “Y-You…” Paul was almost about to erupt in anger.

  But perhaps it was his inner social awkwardness because he didn’t say a sihing anyway.

  Chris smiled cutely again, looking back at him as he started paying attention to csses.

  “He’s cute~”

  …

  The csses of the day finally ended, and every student walked out.

  Paul didn’t even try making friends, and the worst part was that in the sed css, he saw Chris getting along with a group of four cute girls.

  He was so natural, too! Talking and making jokes, he made the girls ugh and like him instantly.

  “I hate college…”

  He slowly walked towards the college’s door; he didn’t want to have anything to do with this damned pce for the rest of the day.

  “Right, Fantasy Story Online should’ve arrived home already…” he smiled a bit. “I’ll py it and maybe get a bit of respite…”

  “Hey, Paul~!”

  However, that demonic voice echoed from behind.

  The gremlin!

  The imp!

  That little, incredibly cute goblin!

  “Chris…” Paul looked back at him, freezing.

  “Here, sorry, I almost kept it… Oh, I kind of took a few bites off it. I was bored and all,” Chris gave Paul back his pencil.

  Ihe pencil had tiny bite marks. Chris was the sort of person to get bored and bite the tip of the pencil.

  “Eh?!”

  Yet Paul didn’t feel disgusted; he blushed.

  “Why did you…? This is…” Paul, however, khat gettily happy about it wouldn’t do well for his own self-respect, so he pined anyway. “Just take it back with you…” he sighed.

  “Shit, sorry, I mean,” Chris sighed, giving him puppy eyes. “I’ll get you a new pencil tomorrow, I swear!”

  “Ah, fet it…” Paul walked away.

  “e on, at the very least, let me invite you to eat at the cafeteria. Want something to eat?” Chris wondered.

  This was weird.

  Why was this little imp just inviting him to eat whatever he wanted?

  Was Chris actually a good person? Or was he pnning to do something evil again?

  Did he feel guilt, or was that impossible for little cute gremlins?

  Paul sidered his options, but he really couldn’t reject him.

  Why?

  Well, he felt pissed off about his pencil and wanted some pensation.

  And sed, as much as he hated to admit it...

  Chris was still cute, and somehow, deep down, he really wao...

  Well, he wao know him better, for some reason.

  "Why am I getting so happy about this?” he thought. “He’s a dude!”

  “Hello? Someohere~?” Chris giggled as he looked at Paul, who ag out.

  “Ah, yes, sure…” Paul nodded. “Sorry, I was just… err, thinking.”

  “You sure think a lot, dude; sometimes you just o take it easy, you know~?” Chris smiled cutely, showing his perfectly white, arraeeth.

  “Says the guy who didn’t pay attention to css and just spent the whole day drawing…” Paul looked at Chris with squinted eyes.

  “Hahaha… A-About that, did you write it down?” Chris asked.

  “Hah?” Paul raised an eyebrow.

  “I mean, what the teacher wrote... you let me copy it?” Chris asked with an angelic face.

  “I k!” Paul thought.

  Yes, indeed!

  Chris did all of this so Paul could just let him copy everything he wrote!

  Unbelievable, just whehought Chris was redeemable...

  Yet he found himself nodding and giving him the book anyway.

  Why? He didn’t know!

  Maybe, deep down, he just couldn’t resist that cute face, that harmonic voice, those adorable eyes, and that mischievous, pyful smile.

  “Ugh, it ’t be helped, I guess…” Paul sighed. “Here

  “Oh my gosh, you’re such a nice friend!” Chris gasped, taking the book. “Thank you, Paul! Anyway, what do you want? It’s on me!”

  “Err, I guess a sandwid some cold tea…” Paul said. "And chocote too.”

  “Aight~”

  And Chris went and bought him everything he asked for without asking for any money.

  “He really bought me everything without even blinking…” Paul thought, looking at the food. “Is he rich or something that money’s not a thing for him?”

  “Enjoy~ I’m going to copy the book, thanks,” Chris quickly started scribbling.

  As Paul ate and looked at him for several minutes, Chris noticed.

  “You’ve been looking at me for a while…” Chris looked back. “Do I have something in my hair or face?”

  “Ah! N-no…” Paul quickly looked somewhere else.

  “Haha…” Chris giggled again. “You’re weird…”

  “W-Weird?! I’m not; I just... I have a hard time... talking,” Paul sighed.

  “I would have never guessed that from afar, you looked like a fident stud,” Chris giggled.

  “S-Stud?” Paul wondered.

  “Yeah, I mean, you’re pretty handsome; haven’t you looked yourself in the mirror or something? The girls I talked with said you were cute but weird,” ughed Chris. “I tried to tell them that you were fine, but they insisted that you weren’t enough... Sorry.”

  “Eh?!” Paul felt awkward and embarrassed!

  First, Chris called him cute and handsome.

  Sed, he said he had to vihe girls he wasn’t me.

  And third, he apologized that he couldn’t do it.

  “T-This is too muy heart…” Paul sighed again. “Thanks, Chris; it’s fine, really... Nobody ever said I was cute and handsome..."

  “Hahah! I bet you’re disgusted a guy told you that first, my bad~” Chris shrugged, tinuing his scribble.

  “I’m not really disgusted, though…” Paul said. “Thanks anyways.”

  “Oh?” Chris smiled. “You seem oddly happy about it, heh~”

  “Cut it out…” Paul sighed.

  They tialking nonsense for a while before Chris finished writing and Paul finished his meal.

  “Thanks again, Paul! See you tomorrow, then?” Chris gave him back his book, and his cute hand mao touch his own. Paul froze in embarrassment again. “Hm? Paul?”

  “Y-Yeah, sure… Okay,” Paul nodded. “See you tomorrow, Chris, thanks."

  “Why are you thanking me?” ughed Chris. “You’re so weird, lol.”

  Chris ughed as he walked away.

  “This damn gremlin..."

  …

  Once Paul made his way bae, his mother called him.

  “Honey, something came from the email today~ Is it yours?”

  “Y-Yes, it is, mom!”

  Paul ran towards the package, ly closed. He hastily ope, as a game was awaiting him inside: Fantasy Story Online!

  “It’s here! Fuck yeah!”

  Paul ran back to his room, feeling like a child again.

  “Paul? Are you not going to eat lunch today?”

  His mother called again.

  “I ate outside; a friend invited me!”

  “A friend? So nice! You finally made one? I’m so happy for you, honey!”

  “Y-Yeah…” Paul muttered. “I guess I sider him a friend. Maybe?”

  More like a little gremlin than a friend!

  Paul quickly pced the game’s disk ihe VR capsule; it wasn’t the test model, but it was just fi had a nice assimition rate of 75%, which was more than enough for him.

  Anything higher than that, and they start costing over the tens of thousands of dolrs, which he, as a student who only took part-time jobs at Malds from time to time, could never spend around leisurely.

  “Hah… Let’s do this.”

  After taking a quid warm bath and fetting about everything, Paul dove into the game.

  He logged in using his pyer interface for all video games, then quickly selected the game i saying, “Fantasy Story Online,” which showed several characters, and dove ihe game.

  FLASH!

  His mind and senses were immediately absorbed into the game, as he found himself floating in the middle of a pletely dark space.

  pletely stark that!

  “Uwah! W-What the hell? What kind of starting s is this?”

  Ding!

  [Wele to the Character Creation Interface of Fantasy Story Online!]

  [I am your personal assistant AI for the day; you call me Clide!]

  Holographidoeared, showiers.

  “Hello, Clide…”

  [Hi Paul! So, what character do you have in mind? This game offers a myriad of csses, races, and many other izatioures! Please, take your time and choose whatever you want.]

  “Whatever I want, huh?”

  The possibilities were truly endless.

  Paul didn’t know what to even choose.

  He had not really any character in mind, and he had not iigated aagame either.

  He didn’t know what timal or the best either.

  And there were hundreds of options.

  He would end up taking hours to make a perfect character, and he just wao dive in and py the game.

  [If you want to, there’s a random izatioure where you’ll be given a random ization and the system will randomly create a background, character appearance, race, css, and progression type for your character!]

  [Oh, and of course, to pehat the character won’t be like you want, you’ll get a special pensation Gift too! And your character background has the ce to be something that’s not even avaible iions!]

  [Maybe you could even be given an important title in the world of Genesis!]

  “I guess I’ll go with that then; I ’t decide…”

  [Very well!]

  [Initializing Character Randomization…]

  [Choosing Css…]

  [Choosing Race…]

  [Choosing Background…]

  [Choosing Skills…]

  [Choosing Talent…]

  [Choosing Fw…]

  […]

  The windows kept popping up and disappearing, surrounding Paul pletely.

  And before he could even make some sense of it, a bright light engulfed him pletely.

  FLASH!

  Paul felt stra was as if he were being grabbed by giant hands that molded his incorporeal form, and then they hastily pced him somewhere, almost f him into a new physical body.

  He felt utterly horrible as they did this to him! Just what kind of weird game was this?

  “Aaaaggh! Stop it already; it’s disgusting!”

  Paul screamed as he finally opened his eyes, gasping for air.

  “Huh?”

  Yet when he looked around his surroundings, he froze once more.

  He was inside a very old, dark, and dusty wooden room.

  Some sort of old, dusty bedroom.

  He was resting on the bed, wearing white and bck pajamas.

  “What? Huh?”

  He looked at his own hands; they were thin and pale white, with long bails resembling sharp cws.

  Paul also felt some weird things inside his mouth; he touched them to find out they were his really long and big e fangs.

  He touched his hair. It was long and of a silvery-white clistening brightly beh the moonlight reflected on the bedroom’s dusty window.

  He saw a mirror and ran towards it.

  “What?!”

  He gasped, looking at his tall yet extremely handsome figure.

  Long silvery-white hair, sharp red eyes, and a long, handsome, and manly face, mixed with some delicate aspects.

  He possessed the majesty, beauty, and charm of a Vampire!

  And he was one.

  “I’m really… a vampire? That race didn’t appear in the ization…” he said. “The closest thing was blood elves…”

  Ding!

  [gratutions, Pyer! You’ve been assigned a {Legendary-Grade Background} for your character!]

  [Your Pyer name has ged to [Vd Von Sange VII]. You are the Seventh Prince of the Sange Vampire Family, which governs the Realm of Obscuritas’ Sed Largest Empire, the Empire of Iron Blood!]

  [You were born as a sickly, weak child, not iing fully the bloodline of your family; you were born as a Dhampir, a half-vampire, segregated with your mother and your little sister into a house far away from your family’s maiory.]

  [You now live in struggles, dealing with your various illnesses while trying to survive yet another day. Your butlers bully you and your sister, and your mother hasn’t walked out of her room for the st two weeks; you recall hearing her g every night.]

  [To make things more plicated, your sister was born as a Dhampir as well, and even more, her mentality never developed properly, and she often bees too obsessed with things, as if she were always in her own little world.]

  [You’re a passionate young man and want a better life for your mother and your sister, but there’s nothing you do as a weakling who ’t even walk out of his bedroom without assistance.]

  [Soon enough, your illness, which has been worsening over time, will take away your life. And once you die, this character will be deleted, and you will be forced to create a new oer 6 months of cooldown.]

  “I ’t revive?!” Paul gasped. “I thought everyone could revive?!”

  [As part of yendary Level Background, certain Fws aris have been given, such as the inability to revive.]

  “No way…”

  Paul felt like shit right now!

  This was the worst possible background he could have ever imagined.

  His luck today was sure to be terrible.

  “Should I give up and log out?”

  He didn’t even try looking at his status; he k would be sh*t.

  Was there anything he could even do now?

  Ding!

  [As pensation for choosing a Randomized Background of Legendary Grade, the hardest difficulty in a background, you’ve received a Super pensation Gacha Ticket!]

  POOF!

  A golden ticket appeared in Paul’s hands.

  [Use it to pull the Gacha for a Privilege pensation, it be anything, from items to skills to even an additional backgrouing!]

  “Okay, sure, whatever, use this!”

  Paul had no time to hesitate; the golden ticket glowed brightly, quickly being light.

  The golden light then became a roulette, and he pulled it as hard as he could with his sickly, weak arms.

  FLASH!

  The roulette spun around rapidly, and the arrow-targeting skills or items made Paul agonize.

  “e on, e on, some legendary on, or an OP skill, seriously, anything!”

  Yet once more, the arrow reached the worst possible option.

  “N-No way! Again?!”

  It was an additional background!

  Ding!

  [gratutions! You’ve received a Legendary-Grade Additional Background for your character!]

  [The background is randomized, and it has already been decided.]

  “No, wait, wait! I don’t want something even worse, please!”

  Paul was already begging the game to stop tormenting him! someone please end the suffering of this young man?

  FLASH!

  A sphere of golden light hit his chest, a new background was created, and his existence as a whole seemed to suddenly elevate.

  Visions.

  He saw tless images as if he had lived another life as someone else before being Vd Von Sange!

  “T-This is…?!”

  [gratutions, Pyer Vd Von Sangre! You’ve been assigned a {Legendary-Grade Background} for your Character!]

  [Your new Background is called {The Heavenly Demon Reinates}!]

  [You’re the Heavenly Demon that oormehe Realm of Murim, being unparalleled between Heaven ah!]

  However, as you were about to asd and achieve True Immortality, you were fatally struck by the lightning of the Heavenly Will!]

  [As you died pitifully, uo reach yoal, you ughed; you had already ruihe Heavenly Court and stolen their greatest treasure.]

  [And with your death, their greatest asset was also destroyed.]

  [Yet!]

  [You’ve been suddenly reinated as a sickly Vampire Prince, and as the prideful Heavenly Demon, you simply ot accept this fate!]

  [You’ve decided to utilize your Martial Arts and Cultivation Teiques to your body of impurities, bee stronger, and regain the pride of your family, proteg your sister and your mother in the process.]

  “N-No way, is this actually a good ohis time?” Paul wondered.

  [And that is not all! As you are about to meditate, you find something inside of your very soul.]

  [A golden sphere!]

  [“Is this…? My Inner Realm? No, it is but a fragment; it survived?!”]

  [And ihe golden bubble within your soul, you saw it.]

  A gigantic golden pace, whose interior was full of books, scrolls, and materials.

  “Wait, is this….?”

  Paul gasped.

  [Ihe greatest Treasure of the Heavenly Court of Murim, the {Heavenly Treasury} is now in your possession!]

  [Thousands of Martial Arts Scrolls, Cultivation Teique Books, Materials, and other Treasures, are all within yrasp.]

  [Use them tain your freedom, bee stronger, and fe a new path as a Heavenly Demon!]

  [And maybe finally get yourself a male bride!]

  “What?”

  [The Heavenly Demon is gay.]

  [Hidden Requirement: To retain your sanity and not go mad from all the suffering the Heavenly Demon has gohrough, you must find a male bride to fulfill his wish of being happy!]

  [Hidden Requirement Timing: 365 Days.]

  [If you don’t fulfill the Hidden Requirement in time, you will lose your Sanity and the trol of your Pyer Character.]

  “Ah…”

  Paul slowly fell to his knees.

  “WHY IS THIS GAME SO FUG SHITTY?!”

  He had pletely lost it!

  The door opened after he made such a huge fuss as three butlers walked in.

  “Young Master, what is the big fuss about?”

  “Weren’t you in the bed? You mustn’t walk out of it!”

  “e on, you should drink your medie again, perhaps."

  The butlers smiled deviously as they approached Paul.

  The furious gamer directed his rage against them.

  “Don’t take aep, you filthy mongrels!” he roared. It was actually a Heavenly Demon skill activating.

  His face was full of anger. “To think your misshapen faces would sully my vision a sed time! Do you have any decy t your utterly disgusting presence before me, the great Heavenly Demon?!”

  “Huh?”

  The three butlers were left pletely baffled.

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