There is no direct path between the Demon Realm and the Human World. The environments on both sides are lethal to creatures from the other realm, and only a few individuals from certain species can survive in the other realm, either by themselves or with the aid of external objects and secret techniques.

Even then, their power would be diminished.

Rotgar often ventured into the Human World to search for clues to lift the Abyssal Curse on him—the price for the gifts from the Abyss. Beneath his castle, there was a pre-set interdimensional teleportation array.

Standing at the center of the teleportation array, he flicked his finger downward. A black flame struck the center of the array, instantly filling it. After a flash of purple light, he appeared in a forest ten miles away from Bluestone, a major city in the Human World.

Rotgar soon found a suitable possession target nearby: Parish Wilson, the son of the lord of Bluestone, who was currently sitting in a luxurious four-wheeled carriage returning to the city.

Parish Wilson was not a mage and had weak mental strength. Besides him, only the coachman and his valet, both frail ordinary humans, were in the carriage. Rotgar easily possessed him. This body was young and handsome, capable of getting at least ten human women say yes to him in a single day.

Rotgar's possession did not kill the original owner of the body. The soul of the original owner would be forced into a dormant state, curled up and asleep, leaving the body under his control.

The carriage slowly entered Bluestone, and Rotgar opened the window, looking out coldly.

These lowly, incompetent, weak humans were as repulsive as ever.

The carriage suddenly came to an abrupt stop, and the coachman angrily shouted, "Peasant! How dare you block Young Master Parish's carriage! Do you want to be hanged?"

Rotgar withdrew his gaze and heard a slightly panicked, soft female voice say, "I'm sorry, someone pushed me... I'll move out of the way!"

A clumsy excuse.

Rotgar recalled seeing this kind of scene many years ago: a poor but beautiful girl falling in front of a wealthy young master's carriage, hoping to climb up the social ladder.

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Hmph, women.

Rotgar pushed open the carriage door and got out, seeing the girl lying in front of the carriage struggling to stand up. However, due to an injury to her knee, she fell back in pain after only half-rising.

Some curious onlookers had already stopped to whisper among themselves.

Rotgar walked over to the girl who couldn't get up. In her astonished gaze, he bent down and picked her up.

To Rotgar, humans were less than the lowest slimes in the Demon Realm. If he were in his true form, he wouldn't let this human woman touch even the hem of his garment.

But for the Abyssal Tree Seed, he didn't mind enduring a little.

Drawing on Parish Wilson's memories, Rotgar used the body to smile and looked deeply into the eyes of the girl, who was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and said, "Beautiful lady, I fell in love with you at first sight because of your beauty. Seeing you hurt tears my heart. How could I bear to see you like this? Please come home with me, and I will take good care of your injury."

Thanks to his privileged family background and his own attractive qualities, Parish had become a popular playboy. His mind was full of sweet words, and the random memories Rotgar accessed contained enough material for him to use.

The girl had long, curly auburn hair and was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her skin was fair and delicate, her sky-blue eyes glistening with a thin layer of tears from the pain, and her lips were full and healthy red. However, her slightly small, ash-gray old dress made her look like a pearl covered in dust.

Before the girl could react, Rotgar carried her into the carriage, eliciting a wave of whispers from the onlookers.

"Wow, Young Master Parish is so gentle. I wish I were the one who fell in front of his carriage!"

"That girl is so lucky. Merciful goddess, why wasn't it my daughter who encountered such good fortune?"

Hearing those envious whispers, Rotgar sneered, with a mix of understanding and disgust.

These inferior humans never failed to disappoint him.

He gently placed the girl on the seat, then sat opposite her, gazing at her with eyes full of affection.

In a magnetic voice, he said, "Beautiful lady, you are like the rising sun to me, illuminating my path. Please, marry me!"

Rotgar opted for a swift approach. Since this human girl had thrown herself in front of Parish's carriage with the intent of climbing the social ladder, she would surely be overjoyed and agree to his proposal.

He watched as the girl's hands, which had just wiped away her tears, froze. She looked up at him, her eyes widened slightly in apparent surprise, and her lips trembled faintly.

Rotgar's was disgust. This display of pathetic eagerness sickened him.

Once she agreed, he would kill her.

However, just as Rotgar lowered his gaze slightly, his hand idly resting on the short sword at his waist, ready to strike upon hearing the joyous acceptance, what he heard instead was a soft yet resolute voice saying, "I refuse."

Rotgar's eyes shot up, his reaction uncharacteristically delayed by a fraction of a second.

...She said no to him?

Impossible!