You’re a Transmigrator, Aren’t You?

Even with her strength not yet at its peak, even while pregnant.

Vivian was still a Demon Lord.

At such close proximity, the pressure and aura belonging to a Demon Lord made Adrian feel as if he had been plunged into an icy cavern, completely suffocating him.

He didn’t even have an ounce of strength to turn his head and look at her.

“Ah… Aaaahhh! I’ll fight you to the death!”

Although Adrian was fanatical about unknown powers, it seemed he wasn’t a complete coward.

After his body went rigid for a few seconds, he finally mustered his courage, let out a strange cry, and raised the dagger in his hand, stabbing toward Vivian!

“Smack!”

“Commendable courage.”

However, faced with Adrian’s struggle, Vivian was exceptionally swift and decisive.

With a crisp crack, a single slap sent Adrian’s hand, along with the dagger, flying.

She was a Demon Lord.

Perhaps she was wary when facing a war shrine, but when facing a fragile human like Adrian, her body was as indestructible as a wall of bronze and iron.

“Ah… Aaaahhhhh! My hand! Aaaaaahhhhh!”

Stunned for a moment, Adrian finally processed what had happened and instantly crumpled to the ground, crying and sniveling.

His remaining left hand clutched desperately at the stump of his right, and the immense pain instantly robbed him of his ability to resist.

“W-wait! Spare me! Lady Demon Lord! I-I’m willing to offer you all the power I’ve collected, please spare my life!”

It had to be said, a person’s will to live could sometimes be truly absurd.

Even while enduring the pain of a severed hand, after kneeling on the ground for less than a few seconds, Adrian, clutching his stump, actually managed to raise his head, look directly at Vivian, and beg for mercy in an extremely humble tone.

“I have a question, and I hope you will answer me truthfully.”

Vivian lowered her head, her crimson eyes staring at the man groveling before her, and asked slowly.

“Y-yes! I will answer anything Lady Demon Lord asks, holding nothing back!”

Adrian’s head bobbed up and down as quickly as a chick pecking at rice, and his appearance only served to confirm Vivian’s hypothesis.

“You… you’re a transmigrator, aren’t you?”

“Hm?”

Vivian used her mana to draw a faint curtain, isolating the sound so that their conversation would only exist within this small area, ensuring no third party could hear them.

“How do you know who I am? And how do you know the future is a pitch-black, lightless one? Besides you knowing the future, there is no other possibility.”

“So, you’re a transmigrator, right?”

“C-could it be that you are too, Lady Demon Lord…”

Hearing Vivian’s words, Adrian’s eyes darted about.

He actually managed to endure the pain and force a fawning expression onto his face.

“Th-that’s right! Lady Demon Lord, you must be a transmigrator and a player too!”

Like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, even as sweat beaded on his forehead from the pain, Adrian forced a smile and continued with a sycophantic look on his face.

“S-since that’s the case, then you must also know what kind of world the future will be! We’re on the same side! As the saying goes, when fellow countrymen meet, their eyes well with tears. We’re from the same world!”

“We should cooperate… oh no! I am willing to serve you, Lady Demon Lord! Anything, I will serve you with utmost loyalty! As long as you’re willing to spare me, I’ll be your horse and ox!”

“Rest assured, I am very merciful.”

Listening to Adrian’s words, Vivian couldn’t help but grin, even reaching out a hand to gently rest it on top of his head.

And upon hearing Vivian’s words, Adrian instantly showed an expression of relief.

“Th-thank you for your mercy, Lady Demon Lord…”

“Since the future world is so dark, I’ll just send you on your way ahead of time.”

“!?”

Snap—

With a crisp sound, Adrian’s face remained frozen in a state of shock, as if he hadn’t registered what had just happened.

Vivian had forcefully “plucked” Adrian’s head clean off.

Blood spurted from the severed neck, splattering all over Vivian.

But strangely, she felt nothing about killing Adrian, as if she had just done something trivial and effortless.

‘When fellow countrymen meet, their eyes well with tears? Bullshit.’

She never intended to let this man, Adrian, live from the start.

Not only did he deserve to die on a moral and ethical level, but in Vivian’s eyes, letting a person like this live was the greatest danger.

Who knew what kind of chaotic mess a sycophant like him would stir up?

Moreover, a person like this would be all the more likely to betray her if he met someone stronger.

In short, he could not be left alive.

“Get lost.”

After killing Adrian, Vivian tossed his head, its eyes wide with disbelief, off the altar like a piece of trash.

She then turned to the dumbstruck pregnant woman and said in a cold voice.

“Ah… Aaaaaah!”

After being glared at by Vivian, the pregnant woman belatedly screamed, scrambled to her feet, and fled with her large belly, while the other pregnant women who hadn’t yet been brought up to the altar also snapped out of it and fled in a panic.

‘That counts as a good deed, I suppose.’

Vivian thought to herself silently, then took a breath and focused her attention on the altar.

Having dealt with Adrian and the others, she should, by all rights, be running away now, but there was still one more problem she needed to solve.

“【Whip of Evernight】.”

Without any hesitation, Vivian swung a whip of shadow, smashing the entire altar to pieces.

The moment the altar shattered, Vivian heard a cry—like that of a swaddled infant being forcibly taken out.

Then, through the broken altar, Vivian could see a writhing black… mass of mud below.

The muddy mass writhed, and various humanoid shapes constantly tried to emerge from it, only to collapse again and again, as if it were struggling to stabilize itself into a human form.

All around it lay countless skeletons.

Clearly, Adrian had been doing this for more than a day or two.

His excuse about “Lucia’s death disrupting the balance, so I must prepare a stronger power for self-preservation” was just a load of nonsense to fool ghosts.

And Vivian could feel that the source of all her discomfort came from the entity before her.

“…This is the power Adrian was pursuing?”

Vivian couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.

She didn’t know what this thing was; she had never encountered this type of enemy in the game.

And just as she was pondering, suddenly, the twisted existence at the bottom of the altar shot out countless black tentacles, startling Vivian and forcing her to leap back