In the dimly lit room, an eerie magic circle drawn in blood flickered incessantly, emanating a ghostly blue glow.

Kneeling at the center of this glowing magic circle was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, with blood continuously streaming from his wrists.

As the blue light intensified, the boy's smile grew more radiant. His face, pale from excessive blood loss, could not mask the joy that lit up his features.

At last, a mysterious figure materialized within the magic circle. The moment this apparition appeared, the boy's consciousness began to fade. He glimpsed the figure and finally collapsed, murmuring in his final moments, "Have I succeeded in summoning the demon? Then, avenge me, even if it costs my life, my soul."

"My head is spinning, my body feels weak, what's happening?" Gul felt utterly powerless, as if struck by a severe illness. His mind was assaulted by a torrent of information, leaving his soul overwhelmed and his entire being in agony.

"Well, well, a weak human who managed to summon the great Little Evil God and still lives. Your vitality is astonishingly strong, like a cockroach. Though you're not dead yet, you seem close enough. So, I shall be merciful and grant your last wish. Now, tell me, what is your wish?"

A voice brimming with pride, mockery, and malevolence echoed in Gul's ears.

Dazed, Gul turned towards the source of the voice and was startled, his foggy mind suddenly becoming a bit clearer.

A cascade of brilliant golden hair fell over the shoulders of a figure with large, incongruously cute eyes. The face was particularly adorable, marred only by a mischievous smile, like a child who had successfully played a prank, enhancing her charm.

However, it wasn't her cuteness that shocked Gul—well, perhaps it was. But what truly startled him was that this girl was completely unclothed.

Certain parts were barely concealed by her hair, reminding Gul of divine light and mosaic censorship.

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As his gaze traveled downward, a serpent's tail came into view.

Half-human, half-snake.

"A monster!" Gul wanted to scream, but his body was too weak to make any sound.

"Hah, what are you saying? Your voice is too small, I can't hear you," the half-human, half-snake creature shook her head. "Well, never mind. Most who summon demons believe the world is beyond repair and should be destroyed, or that it has decayed beyond redemption and should vanish. I, the Little Evil God, will fulfill your wish and destroy this dull, corrupt world. Am I not merciful? Even though you're about to die, I'll grant your wish."

"I don't want to die! Save me, save me! As a demon, you must have the power to save me!" Driven by the desire to survive, Gul finally shouted, albeit weakly. But the Little Evil God should have heard him.

"Huh, what did you say? Your voice was too soft, I couldn't hear. But I assume you want me to destroy the world, right? Hahaha, don't worry, I'll help you. You can die in peace. Leave the task of destroying the world to me, the Little Evil God. You can close your eyes now." The Little Evil God placed her small hand on Gul's face, forcibly closing his eyes.

"Bastard, I don't want to destroy the world! I want to live! Why should I die? I just got a girlfriend, I haven't even had my first kiss. Why should I die? Bastard, you're pretending not to hear, aren't you? Bastard." Gul cursed silently, unable to make a sound as the Little Evil God covered both his eyes and mouth.

Suddenly, the space around them shifted. The once dark room transformed into something else, with walls becoming the floor. It was an utterly bizarre situation.

Gul, though unable to see, felt a strange sensation, like being in an elevator, with a sense of spatial disorientation.

Plop.

Suddenly, Gul felt warm, slightly metallic-tasting liquid splashing on him. His mouth and eyes were freed.

Gul saw a head rolling beside him, just a head—the Little Evil God's. Her body lay on the other side.

Her head had been inexplicably severed.

Seeing the head, with its wide, unseeing eyes still open, roll beside him was unnerving.

"What's going on? Why has my vision become so strange? And why does my neck hurt?" The head, which Gul had thought lifeless, suddenly spoke.

"Ah!" Gul screamed.

"Ah!" The Little Evil God screamed as well. "My head was chopped off!"

Listening to her scream, the once terrifying and eerie scene inexplicably made Gul feel a strong urge to retort.

A hand grabbed the Little Evil God's head and, under Gul's bewildered gaze, reattached it to her body. The Little Evil God was revived.

Well, she hadn't really died; her head had merely been severed.

"The audacity! A mere magician dares to sever my head? Even if you're bald, you're dead." The Little Evil God, her head reattached, glared at the woman who had beheaded her—a bald woman in strange robes.