Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP

Chapter 234: Chapter 234 : Cage That Should Have Stayed Locked

The spectators were stunned.

Not just in the VIP box. Everywhere across every nation, every projection screen, every hall and tavern where the broadcast was being watched, the same words were being spoken.

A demon.

Astryx Academy had been hiding a demon.

At first glance she looked mixed. But anyone with an ounce of magical knowledge could tell this was no ordinary half-blood.

The mana radiating from her body carried the signature of a world-threatening rank holder. Possibly royal blood.

Most of them were cursing the academy.

And the same was the case inside the VIP box. Every pair of eyes had turned to Lysandra.

Rowen was the angriest among them. He had been pissed from the start, but watching his student get toyed with and thrown around like garbage had pushed him past his limit.

And now his other student, the one who had fought well, stood on the verge of collapse. His body had given up. His legs were shaking, not from fear but from how badly he was hurt.

Rowen’s voice cut through the room. ”What’s going on, Lysandra? Who on earth is that devil?”

His fists slammed against the armrest. ”Were you protecting that monster all along? Answer me!”

Lysandra replied with an unbothered face. ”That girl is a half. Just like me.”

Silence rippled through the room.

”I gave my promise to her father to protect her if things ever turned wrong. Her father is dead. So I took her in.”

Her voice remained steady.

”She hasn’t awakened until now because she refused to be painted as a demon. She rarely used even a fraction of her power because she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold that much.”

Her eyes didn’t waver. ”She is innocent.”

The Elven King interrupted before she could finish. ”Are you out of your mind, Headmistress?”

His voice was sharp. Accusatory.

”Innocent? Look at her. Don’t you understand she is a monster? That innocent girl is ripping people apart. If this weren’t a controlled environment, she would have easily killed many by now if it weren’t for the teleportation mechanism.”

He leaned forward. ”Not only that, didn’t you see? That princess from her own team, she attacked her as well. It would have been fatal.”

His eyes narrowed. ”And looking at her form, she is no ordinary demon.”

Lysandra spoke quickly. ”She possesses the Infernal Overlord Blood.”

Every person in the room stiffened at those words.

”She is the daughter of Azrakh Vorlach.”

The Dragon King broke the silence first. ”Azrakh? The brother of the current Demon Emperor?”

Lysandra nodded. ”She is indeed his daughter.”

The Dragon King exhaled slowly. ”That explains her power and lineage. But that doesn’t change the fact that she carries the same devil blood. She is a threat to mankind.”

Lysandra’s voice hardened. ”Refrain from your words.”

She looked directly at him.

”The peace between demons and us came at many costs. One such cost was the sacrifice of Azrakh himself. If he had picked up the weapon in that war, things would have been vastly different.”

Her gaze swept across every face in the room.

”He was rumored to be blessed by the strongest ancestor. And was the strongest warrior of his generation. And yet he chose the path of peace. Rebelled against his own family.”

A pause.

”He joined the war only to find a way to end it. And along the way, he saved countless innocents who were drowning in that senseless conflict.”

Her voice dropped. Heavier now.

”One such victim was me.”

Silence.

They all knew about Azrakh. They had heard the stories. His own grandfather had sealed his power as punishment for the rebellion. His name had been erased after years of war.

Nobody could accuse Lysandra of lying. Not about this.

Rowen broke the silence with a strained voice. ”Keeping the past aside, she carries the cursed bloodline. And we’ve already witnessed a fraction of its power. What if she grows? What if she becomes uncontrollable? There is no way we can leave this matter unaddressed.”

The Pope spoke at last. His tone was measured. Resigned. ”I don’t think we can do anything in this matter.”

All eyes turned to him.

”The fate of that child was sealed the moment she was born with that power. That poor girl cannot hold that much within her. Therefore, once fully unleashed, she would be far beyond dangerous.”

He folded his hands calmly.

”And if we consider Lady Lysandra’s approach of hiding her away, that would be entirely futile. She would surely be targeted by numerous cults seeking to exploit her power.”

His gaze grew heavier.

”And as I said, we cannot do anything, because even though we hold the supreme authority of this world, there are still people out there watching this broadcast right now who will not let this slide.”

A pause that suffocated the room.

”There will soon be revolt against the academy. And I’m afraid that not only will that poor child be killed, but Lady Lysandra herself will be sentenced for plotting against our world.”

His eyes met Lysandra’s directly. ”And you know your own blood will interfere in your plea as well.”

Lysandra’s fist clenched beneath the table. Anger vibrating through every bone.

Sylvie spoke up from her seat. ”Why isn’t the monitoring division teleporting Lilith away? Or the others?”

She looked around the room. ”Is something wrong?”

Lysandra knew exactly why.

Because these bastards were playing dirty. They were the ones behind it. They had triggered Lilith into this state deliberately. And they had corrupted the monitoring division to prevent any intervention.

Lysandra’s eyes shifted to the projection. Lilith was growing more and more insane by the second. The paladin was standing before her, speaking words that the broadcast couldn’t capture.

Back on the battlefield.

After beating Seris down, Cleenah began clapping.

Slow. Deliberate. Each clap echoing across the clearing with theatrical precision.

”Perfect.”

Her smile was cold.

”Now the whole world would be against you.”

She took a step forward.

”By now, they would have seen the true colors of yours and your entire race. The peace they believe in? Bullshit. Just a mask for a greater threat.”

Her voice rose with conviction.

”And now the fire will spread again. The spark will be your head, fiend.”

Her expression twisted into something deeply personal. Hateful. Wounded.

”You don’t know how much I’ve gone through for you. How much I’ve dirtied my hands for this moment.”

She drew her holy blade. The metal gleamed with sacred light.

”I will sever your head with the same blade that cut through both your mother and your brother.”

The words landed like a death sentence.

”You demons live off the suffering and pain of others. You don’t deserve to live. You don’t deserve breath or mercy. Only accounting for what you’ve taken.”

Lilith, consumed by rage, responded with nothing but power. The mana leaking from her body thickened to the point where even far behind the frontline, Ava’s nose began bleeding from the pressure alone.

Celestine was feeling the heaviness too. Her body strained under the density.

But both of them watched with smiles. As if a movie was playing out before them.

Lilith’s foot slammed forward in the direction of the martial boy who was still trying to rise. The single step vibrated the entire ground.

Then black magic circles started appearing.

Not one. Dozens. Beneath every person on the battlefield. Each individual standing on their own circle.

In the next moment, they were all teleported.

Darkness.

Empty void.

For a brief moment, there was nothing. Then things began to materialize. Stone walls. Lanterns flickering with cursed flames. And inside the space, beautiful enchanted trees growing from cracks in the ancient floor.

The place looked completely unrealistic. A space that shouldn’t exist.

And that’s when the dark mage woman, the leader who had walked away from the fight earlier, emerged slowly from the shadows.

Walking toward the group with the confidence of someone who owned the very ground beneath their feet.

The cursed cube relic was in her hand as it had served its purpose.

She spread her arms dramatically.

”Welcome to our great Demoness Kali’s dungeon.”

Her voice echoed off the stone walls.

”The place may not be as clean or decorative as it once was. Our matron left us long ago, leaving this sanctuary for her children.”

She gestured around the space.

”A place in an unknown dimension where escaping is impossible. It has no ties with our world.”

Seris’s eyes dropped to her gear. The runic glow that had been pulsing since the match began was gone. Dead. The connection to the mainland had been severed completely.

The dark mage woman smiled. ”Oh, by the way. No one can watch us now. Neither any interference nor safety protocols can reach this place.”

She turned to the paladin.

”So, Lady Paladin, hurry up and get this over with.” Her voice sharpened. ”And don’t forget your promise.”

Cleenah nodded. She adjusted her grip on the holy blade and prepared to turn from the dark mage toward Lilith.

But before her body could complete the rotation, she caught something from the corner of her eye.

Unusual movement. At the dark mage’s side.

In the next moment, the dark mage woman’s head slid off her neck.

Not violently. Not with a messy tear.

Like a slide. Clean. Precise.

And it wasn’t just the head. Her body separated into sections. Arms. Torso. Legs. Each piece sliding apart from the other as if invisible blades had carved through every joint simultaneously.

The blood didn’t spill.

It exploded.

A violent eruption of red that painted the stone walls, the enchanted trees, and the floor in a radius of red.

And behind where she had stood, emerged Jax.

His face was splashed with blood. Streaks of it ran down his forehead, across his cheeks, dripping from his jaw.

But his eyes were what stole the air from the room.

Scarier than Lilith’s. Scarier than anything any of them had witnessed today.

Not rage. Not fury. Something older. Deeper. A personality that had been locked away behind layers of humor and sarcasm and charm, now standing at the surface with nothing holding it back.

His voice carried the weight of a promise that had already decided outcomes.

”You have opened the cage of the personality I locked away.”

He took a step forward. Blood dripped from his blade.

”The same one even I am scared of. Because it doesn’t hesitate to destroy anyone.”

A pause.

”Even myself.”