Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest

A massive Circle of Hell materialized behind Elayne, resisting the crushing spatial compression with raw, unyielding force. A burning portal to another dimension tore open with a deafening rumble that shook the very foundations of the battlefield.

RUMBLE!

A pair of gigantic, monstrous hands burst forth from the portal, seizing the Black Hole spell and tearing it apart with raw, overwhelming strength.

CRACK... CRACK...!

”N-No...! What...! Wait a second...!”

CRACK...!

”WAIT A FUCKING SECOND!”

CRACK!!!

”How...! HOW DID SHE SUMMON A TRUE DEMON HERE?!” Jester screamed in utter disbelief, his voice cracking under the weight of pure terror.

CRAAASH!

The bare hands of the True Demon ripped open the dimensional fabric and completely shattered Jester’s Chaos Spell. Demons were naturally highly resistant to Chaos elements, largely immune to curses, and could even devour such forces to grow stronger. The destruction of the Black Hole sent violent shockwaves rolling outward, distorting the air itself.

”Well, I am delighted,” the demon spoke in a deep, turbid voice filled with malicious amusement that seemed to crawl under the skin. ”To think there’s such a delicious treat waiting for me... A Curse Master who practices the Arts of Chaos? If I devour him and claim his soul, I might just rise to the rank of Duke...”

His large red eyes opened menacingly, glowing like twin furnaces of hellfire. The True Demon had a tall, slender, and deceptively skinny build. He resembled a giant hobgoblin with blazing red skin that seemed to radiate heat, a long pointed tail that lashed lazily behind him, a bald head, and a prominent beak-like nose. A vicious, predatory smile spread across his lips as he sat casually in mid-air, spreading his enormously oversized hands that still dripped with residual spatial energy.

Elayne had not summoned a mere Lesser Demon — something Jester could have easily destroyed. This was a genuine True Demon of high standing.

Invoke Demon was an utterly insane skill, one capable of summoning a being of such terrifying caliber that it could turn the tide of any battle in an instant. The very air around the demon grew heavier, thick with the scent of sulfur and ancient malice.

”Y-You...! Who are you?!” Jester stammered, his voice cracking further with disbelief and rising panic. ”Who are you?! Say your name, Demon!”

”Huhuhuhu...” The Demon let out a low, vicious laugh that sent chills racing down everyone’s spine. He slowly glanced back at Elayne, his overwhelming presence alone enough to paralyze most of those present for a brief, suffocating moment. Yet Elayne remained completely unbothered, standing tall and composed. After all, she was his master — the one who had forged the contract binding him to her will.

”I already told her my true name,” Marphas replied calmly, his voice dripping with malice and amusement. ”But if you truly wish to hear it... I am Marphas, a President of Hell. I serve under the Great Demon King of the End and his almighty army.”

”M-Marphas! Okay!” Jester muttered frantically, desperately trying to regain control of the situation as cold sweat poured down his distorted face. ”Okay, let’s... let’s calm down! I will pay you! How many souls do you want?! One hundred? One thousand? Ten thousand! I’ll get them for you! Ten thousand souls from children! How about it?! Join me instead — leave her behind!”

”...”

Marphas turned his gaze slowly between Elayne and the desperate Jester, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.

”Pfff... Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

His laughter boomed across the battlefield — a massive, grand, and utterly mocking sound that echoed like thunder through the warped space, making the ground tremble beneath them.

”HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He pointed a clawed finger directly at Jester before turning back to his master with a wicked grin that stretched unnaturally wide. ”Look at how pathetic he is! Is this truly the fool who was giving you so much trouble?” He laughed even harder, the sound growing more deranged. ”How laughable! Do you really believe you can trick a demon like myself? Why would I ever trust the words of a damned two-faced bastard who won’t even show his real face? And you expect me to betray this contract? A contract that has given me the chance to feast on such a gourmet meal? I would rather devour you right here and now than be deceived by the likes of you!”

”N-No! WAIT!”

Jester panicked, turning to flee in a desperate burst of speed, his massive form kicking up clouds of ash and debris.

But Elayne only smirked coldly, her eyes glowing with quiet triumph.

”You’re not going anywhere, bitch.”

She clenched her fists tightly, and the entire dominion warped once more under her absolute command. The space around them transformed into a nightmarish fusion of Infernal Grounds, twisted Mushroom Forests, Undead Grasslands, and dark Abyssal Trees that stretched toward the sky like skeletal fingers. The air grew thick with the scent of rot, sulfur, and blooming fungi, making it hard to breathe for anyone not aligned with her power.

Hundreds of Sporeborns charged forward alongside brainwashed Crown of Madness Hollows, launching a relentless assault on Jester from every possible angle. Their claws, teeth, and fungal tendrils tore at his body without mercy. Whenever he tried to break through the space and escape, the dimension refused to obey him. This Domain no longer belonged to him — it was now fully under Elayne’s control, every inch of it answering only to her will.

She summoned the full power of her Territory, drawing endless streams of energy into her body. Mana, Spirit Energy, Nether, and Infernal Energy gathered in overwhelming quantities, surging through her veins like a roaring river of pure destruction.

”Twilight Bloom.”

”GUH?!”

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

Thousands of mushrooms erupted violently all over Jester’s massive body, exploding one after another in a relentless chain of detonations that blasted him repeatedly from every direction. His enormous form crashed heavily into the ground below, coughing up thick streams of dark blood that sizzled as it hit the corrupted earth.

”G-GAAAHH...! WHAT IS THIS?!” he roared in agony and disbelief, thrashing wildly as more mushrooms continued to bloom and detonate across his skin.

Only then did he realize the horrifying truth — Elayne had already spread thousands of spores across his body long ago and had simply been waiting for the perfect moment to trigger them all at once. The pain was unrelenting, each explosion digging deeper into his flesh and soul.

As Jester writhed in pain, Marphas walked toward him with deliberate, unhurried steps. Space itself warped around the demon as he appeared directly in front of Jester’s face. His bare feet touched the burning, corrupted ground with slow, almost elegant grace, leaving blackened footprints in his wake.

He smiled viciously, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth that gleamed in the hellish light. ”I thank you, Summoner, for offering me such an incredible five-star course meal!”

”It’s all yours, Marphas,” Elayne replied calmly, her voice steady and cold. ”Have fun.”

”I WILL.”

Marphas’ grin widened into something truly demonic as Jester finally learned what true, unrelenting evil felt like. The demon grabbed him with those enormous hands and began devouring the jester alive, piece by piece, bite after bloody bite. Flesh, bone, and chaotic energy were torn apart and consumed with savage, joyful delight. Jester’s screams echoed across the domain, raw and desperate, as Marphas feasted without the slightest mercy.

But Marphas wasn’t interested in mere flesh. What he truly craved was the soul.

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