People Are In The Magical World, There Is No Magic Power

Dawn City's western district. The central area.

The western district was the largest entertainment center in Dawn City, and it had all sorts of casinos and clubs.

The central area of the western district could be described as a city that never slept. It was a paradise for the rich, and the largest money-squandering establishment in the Dawn Federation.

Year after year, day after day, it was always a place of debauchery, a place of dazzling splendor.

This place was under the control of the Sequeira financial group, and every year, it provided the Sequeira financial group with hundreds of billions in wealth.

Of course, the cost of maintaining this business wasn't small, but it was still a huge profit.

But tonight, this money-squandering establishment didn't have its usual extravagance.

"Devil … it's the devil!!!"

"Where's the police?!

Save me!!! "

"Don't eat me!

Nooooooo!!!!! "

Tragic cries rang out in this debauchery establishment. Many of the normally lofty rich people began to flee in panic.

Some were dressed in extravagant clothes, some were barely clothed, and some weren't even wearing anything at all.

After all, it was late at night, and in this sort of place that was either a casino or a clubhouse, everyone knew what they were doing before they put on their clothes.

Perhaps one moment, they were feeling a bone-deep ecstasy, but in the next moment, they didn't even have time to put on their clothes before running naked.

Money was indeed very useful. Even if it wasn't omnipotent, it could be said to be 9999 times more useful. But under the threat of death, money was nothing.

While the rich people who came to the clubhouse to spend money and the employees of the clubhouse were all frantically fleeing, there was one person who was still moving slowly.

"Run … I'm going to run …"

Within a clubhouse, a red-haired woman with disheveled hair was wriggling on the ground like a maggot.

She was wearing a thin purple dress, and her hands were tied behind her back with a special rope. Her legs were also tied with a special rope. It was similar to the anti-magic handcuffs that the police used to arrest people. The rope was made of the same material that suppressed the magic in her body, making it impossible for her to use her fourth-tier magic power.

She was unable to break free from the rope, and could only slowly wriggle like a maggot.

Moti Field. That was her name.

Two months ago, she was the daughter of a wealthy family, an outstanding fourth-year student of Dawn Academy, and the personal secretary of that lord.

However, because of one thing, she was abandoned by the adult she loved. It was like throwing a tool into the trash can when it was no longer useful.

She, on the other hand, was thrown into the largest clubhouse in the Dawn Federation. Under the special instructions of that lord, she had to receive the most perverted guests every day and receive the least reward.

Every day, he would be played to death by people he didn't know or knew.

Yes, I do.

She used to be the daughter of the upper class. Of course, she knew a lot of rich people. There were also many people who coveted her beauty. But because she was Caesar's woman, they didn't dare to do anything.

However, it was different now. In the past, everyone who was interested in her would make a trip to this money-squandering den after knowing that she had fallen into such a predicament.

As for why he was here, it was needless to say.

Look at the rope on her body. It was left behind by a young master who coveted her beauty when she was still a rich young lady.

Before the arrival of the panic, that young master had planned to play with tying candles and whips.

She could only say that it was fortunate that Devil had arrived early. Otherwise, she would have to run naked, revealing the whip marks on her body as she wriggled on the ground.

That scene wasn't funny at all …

Insults, that, and even the most perverted of ways to play with her were all experienced by her.

Since she was at the fourth rank, her vitality was much stronger than that of an ordinary person. She was not killed. In addition, the clubhouse had arranged for her to use healing magic every day to squeeze all the value out of her employees. This allowed her to live healthily until now.

As expected of magic … Even though it couldn't heal her dead heart, she couldn't help it.

In the past, Lord Caesar had been regarded as her faith, but now, the adoration and worship in her heart had completely collapsed.

Without faith and motivation, the only reason she could live until now was because of the black metal collar on her neck. Every time she wanted to die, the collar would control her nerves and force her to struggle, struggle at death's door, and live an ugly life.

The reason why she wanted to escape this time was not only because the collar was forcing her to live, but also because she hoped that she could use this chance to escape Dawn City and live a peaceful life in another city.

The shouts of the crowd outside were endless. Devil's beast-like excited howls could be heard as well.

Moti Field wriggled bit by bit. She was about to leave the clubhouse.

Suddenly, Moti stopped wriggling.

Doubt appeared in her eyes, which were quickly filled with despair.

It was not because Devil had suddenly appeared in front of her. She could not even see Devil's shadow at the entrance of the clubhouse. Judging from Devil's excited cries, the man-eating monster was still some distance away.

She was in despair because she could not move her body. She also remembered one of the orders that the manager of the clubhouse had given her through the collar to prevent her from escaping.

Without the manager's permission, she was not allowed to leave the clubhouse.

The collar was connected to her nerves. No matter how much she wanted to leave this place that was like "hell" to her, she could not move her body at all.

As for the manager of the clubhouse?

He had already run away.

Perhaps he had escaped, or perhaps he had died in Devil's mouth.

"Why don't I just die like this …?"

That was what Moti thought.

However, as soon as she had that thought, the first order from the collar came into effect: She had to live no matter what. She could not die.

That was Caesar's order to torture her.

He made her nerves, which were connected to her thoughts, search for a way to escape from her past experiences, and came to the conclusion that she should hide in the deepest part of the clubhouse.

Since she could not escape, she might as well hide.

Her body began to wriggle uncontrollably as she headed deeper into the clubhouse with a dead heart.

While she was thinking, the screams of the people outside and Devil's excited cries had suddenly stopped.

"Did the Federation take care of it?"

Moti wondered.

"BOOM!"

However, that was not the case.

The screams had stopped because Devil had eaten all the people nearby who could not escape in time.

Looking at the ferocious figure that was three to four meters tall landing at the entrance of the clubhouse, Moti did not feel fear, only peace.

Devil was still holding a headless body in a police uniform. He was chewing something in his mouth, making a clear crunching sound.

Devil grinned hideously. He opened his bloody mouth and ate the body in two or three bites. He extended his slender tongue to lick the blood around his mouth, and reached his bloody claws toward Moti.

Even at this moment, the collar was still controlling Moti to wriggle, gradually increasing the distance between them.

Where did he start to go wrong?

In the few seconds that felt like an eternity, Moti was lost in thought.

Did it start when I went to find trouble with Rowan from the Daybreak?

… No, it wasn't.

Even without Rowan, Zhang Wen and Li Wen would appear the next time …

The explosives were ready and the fuse was set up. All that was missing was a small flame.

As for who would become this little flame, it was all the same. There was no difference.

Sooner or later, under Caesar's arrogant orders, she would offend someone she couldn't afford to offend and end up like today.

So, it should have been a long time ago … a long time ago …

A long time ago, from the first time she admired and worshipped Caesar Sequeira, something went wrong.

He wasn't some perfect man.

He was just an arrogant and ignorant person who relied on his talent and good birth to be born in an environment where he was treated like a main character.

As for me, I was just an ignorant woman who was blinded by Caesar Sequeira's one-sided view.

"Ahhhh …"

Moti had never felt that she understood Caesar and herself so well.

If only she could have realized this earlier.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The shadow of Devil's claws had already enveloped her.

"This … is … fine …"

Moti closed her eyes and waited for death to descend.

"Huuu —!"

"Chi!

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"Ahhhhhhh —!!!"

The whistling sound of something breaking through the air, the subtle sound of flesh being cut, and Devil's screams sounded like pearls falling from a plate.

'What happened?

Did someone come to save me? '

With this thought in mind, Moti struggled to lift her head and look back.

Then, she saw a scene that she would never forget even in her next life.

The 'small flame' who lit the fuse — the black-haired young man named Rowan — was holding two swords. The smaller sword was still splattered with blood from Devil's severed arm. As for the larger sword … it was already close to the howling Devil's neck.

His black hair was slightly blown by the wind. Together with the blood on his face and his sharp gaze, it made his delicate face look quite handsome.

"W Pu!"

The sound of flesh being cut was heard.

Broken Magic broke through Devil's magic defense without any hindrance and beheaded him.

"Huuu …"

Rowan slowly exhaled.

This surprise attack could be considered a success. It did not take much effort for him to take care of a fourth-rank low-level Devil.

182......

"I'm still too late … I met the Archbishop and the mid-level Devil at the northern node. Brother Zhang took some time to deal with them, and …"

He glanced at the flashing golden light and blue lightning in the sky.

"I never thought that we would encounter an Archbishop with an Intermediate Sixth Step Devil. The two commanders have also encountered Intermediate Sixth Step Devils and are unable to escape for the time being. I hope that Brother Zhang will be able to deal with them."

Rowan shook his head. He did not look at the blood and corpses on the ground. Instead, he turned to look at the woman behind him.

The corner of Rowan's mouth twitched when he saw the bound hands and feet and the collar around his neck.

"You city people really know how to have fun."

After complaining, Rowan waved the Ancient Demon.

His solid Basic Swordsmanship allowed him to cut the rope without hurting the woman. Then, he aimed his sword at the metal collar on the woman's neck.

"Wait, this collar is made of a special alloy …"

The woman shouted subconsciously.

The collar made of special alloy was very sturdy. One would need to be at least at the fourth rank to break it.

Although she was at the fourth rank, the person who was wearing the collar would not be able to remove the collar on their own accord.

Rowan, on the other hand, could only reach the second rank with his physical body since he could not use magic. How could he have such strength?

Moti wanted to explain, but Rowan had already made his move.

"Crack!"

Moti felt a tremor on his neck. He could not help but cough a few times.

"It's quite sturdy … Alright, that's enough. Get up quickly."

The young man's voice was heard. Moti touched his neck instinctively.

The broken necklace that was barely hanging on his neck fell off with a single touch.

“.......]......”

The metal collar fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

A collar made of special alloy … was broken just like that?

"What's wrong?

Are you hurt somewhere? "The young man's voice was heard again.

Moti lifted his head slowly and looked at the young man who stabbed his sword into the ground and extended his hand toward him.

He obviously did not recognize him.

Even if their appearances were the same, with her current haggard appearance, she would look very different from before. In addition, he probably didn't remember her at that time, so it was normal for him not to recognize her when they met again after two months.

For some reason, Moti felt like crying even though he was the "little flame" who sent her to this hell.

She had heard of a condition before. It would cause the victim to have a special positive feeling toward the perpetrator.

Did she have this kind of mental illness?

… No, she did not.

The joy of freedom in her heart told her that she did not.

This was the "tears of joy" that he was finally liberated from hell.

It was just that the person who released her was Rowan.

Should I say that it was karma …?

(Author's note: To prevent brainless haters from spouting nonsense, Little Abyss should clarify in advance that Moti is not the female lead. Little Abyss wrote her this way to better create each character. It would be too boring if the villains were all the same.)