Chapter 321
Chapter 321 of "All MILFs are Mine" starts with unexpected events: "How about a skill that can shoot thousands of fireball at your target ?" Dreulis... Find out more!
"How about a skill that can shoot thousands of fireball at your target ?" Dreulis asked as he showed a skill page to Leon.
"Hmm... Thatâs intresting, but I donât want it." Leon replied with a smile.
âWhy would I want it ? When I can just create it for free.â Leon thought as he continued to read the screen floating in front of him.
âNow thatâs what I call good skills... Who wants to be an alchemist when I can summon creatures from hell ?â Leon thought with a smile as he dismissed the screen in front of him and looked at Dreulis.
"Here... Look at this artifact. This is a Dragonâs tooth, they are considered very lucky and if you keep this with you-"
"Dreulis... Are you a lich or some kind of street seller ? Give me something that I want, not some lucky charm dog-shit crap." Leon replied as he stood up from the chair.
"I have literally shown you everything I own in past thirty minutes and you have turned down everything, I showed you thirty two different skills that you can use in a combat you turned them down, I showed you thirteen majestic weapons... You turned them down.
I showed you fourty artifacts... fourty magical artifacts. Do you have any idea what those adventurers would do for these fourty artifacts ?
Itâs as if you donât even want to make a deal in the first place. Am I just wasting my time, Mr. Michael ?" Dreulis asked as he also stood up from his chair.
"No you are not... I have something in my mind that you can give me and In return I will give you something." Leon replied with a smile.
"What is it ?"
"You got any mana core ?" Leon asked with a smile.
"Mana core ? Yeah, I have a few..." Dreulis replied in a confused tone.
"How many ?"
"I think I have five D-ranked ones, three C-ranked and one A-ranked mana core from a dragon." Dreulis replied.
"I will take all of them and let you observe the mana pattern of one of my spell." Leon replied with a smile.
"Not possible... I will give you three D-ranked ones for observing one spell and you will cast it as many times as I want." Dreulis replied.
"All five D-ranked ones and two C-ranked ones. I will show you a very interesting spell." Leon replied with a smile.
"How intresting ?" Dreulis asked with a confused expression.
"Intresting enough..." Leon replied with a smile.
"Fine... But, If I didnât find the spell upto my standards, you will owe me two C-ranked and five D-ranked mana cores." Dreulis replied as he gave the glowing cores to Leon.
The C-ranked cores were roughly shaped like cylinder and glowed brightly orange. Meanwhile the D-ranked cored were a little yellowish brown and glowed slightly orange.
âWell... Letâs see how good of a summoner I am.â Leon thought as he immediately walked away from Dreulis and Rees.
He grabbed all the cores in his hands and activated the skill.
As soon as he used the skill, all the mana cores disappeared from his hand and an odd silence covered the room.
"Whatâs happening ?" Rees asked in a serious tone as he sensed something was wrong.
"Something is not right... What did you do with those cores, kid ?" Dreulis asked as he immediately felt malicious energy covering the whole room.
Suddenly, a large black line appeared in front of Leon on the ground.
*Crack-Crack-Crack-Crack*
"What is this kid doing ?" Dreulis asked as he raised his voice.
"I-I donât know... But, I donât think itâs out of masterâs control." Rees replied as he noticed the smile on Leonâs face.
"Woah... So this is hell ?" Leon asked as he looked inside the crack and noticed thousands of burning hands trying to stop a small creature that was crawling towards the crack with full speed.
*Thud-Thud*
It stuck itâs claws out of the crack and climbed out.
*THUD*
As soon as he crawled out of the crack, it closed with a loud sound.
The creature stood no taller than a childâs knee, its body thin and crooked like something that had grown wrong.
Its skin was a deep crimson, stretched tightly over sharp bones, with faint black veins pulsing beneath the surface as if heat flowed through them.
Two short, jagged horns curled from its forehead, chipped and uneven. Its head was slightly too large for its body, giving it a disturbing, almost goblin-like silhouette.
Its eyes were the most unsettling partâlarge, glowing yellow with slit pupils, constantly darting around with malicious intelligence. When it blinked, a thin black membrane slid over the eyes like a reptileâs.
A wide mouth split its face, filled with tiny needle-like teeth. When it grinned, which it did often, the smile stretched unnaturally far toward its pointed ears.
From its back sprouted tattered bat-like wings, leathery and dark, barely large enough to lift its body. They twitched constantly, as if the creature could never sit still.
Behind it flicked a thin, spade-tipped tail, curling and uncurling like a snake.
Its fingers were long and clawed, black nails clicking softly whenever it touched the ground.
And despite its small size, the creature carried a faint smell of smoke, sulfur, and burnt flesh, as though it had crawled straight out of a furnace deep in Hell.
[Description: A Hell Imp is a small but cunning demon born in the lower layers of Hell.
Despite their weak physical strength, they possess high intelligence and a natural affinity for dark magic.
Hell Imps are mischievous and cruel creatures that enjoy tormenting weaker beings.
They are often used by stronger demons as servants, scouts, or messengers due to their small size and ability to fly very long distances in a short time.
They fly silently and their presence are also very hard to notice, making them perfect spies.
When bound by a summoner, a Hell Imp becomes a loyal servant and will obey commands.]
"What the hell is that ?" Dreulis asked in a confused tone as he looked at the imp curiously.
"I-I donât know... Maybe some kind of demon." Rees replied.
"I havenât seen a demon like that anywhere."
The imp turned around to look at Leon and immediately went down on his knees.
"Master." He spoke in a low voice.