Chapter 1393

<Chapter 1393> 1393. The Spirit’s Atlantis

Within a day of issuing the water rationing order, the citizens of Relthia had gathered en masse in the plaza.

But they weren’t protesting. Word had spread that the 5,000 protesters from yesterday had vanished in an instant—slaughtered to the last man. These citizens, trembling with fear, didn’t dare protest. Instead, they knelt on the square, begging for forgiveness and pleading desperately for me to share drinking water.

A dehydration casualty occurred.

Dead within a day of water restrictions. Citizens shoved the corpse forward, wailing for water.

I felt something was off.

Even though this place was a desert, deaths from dehydration happening so quickly after just one day seemed suspicious.

Enas the sorcerer investigated the victim and reported to me.

“The deceased was a slave. He hadn’t been allowed to drink water by his master for about a week already.”

“So, he didn’t die because I restricted water, then.”

“Yes, my lord. However, the citizens believe it’s your restriction causing deaths. They have no idea about the actual circumstances.”

“Someone’s stirring them up. How audacious. Truly audacious. Bring me the slave’s owner.”

“Yes, my lord.”

The slave’s owner was captured by my demon followers and dragged to the palace within two hours. It showed how thoroughly I’d taken control of this city. Naturally, considering I’d deployed demon patrols around the outskirts to prevent escapes, and even set up a simple barrier to block any teleportation spells.

“My lord! Please, spare me!”

The man didn’t dare look me in the eye, prostrating himself on the floor. I sat on my ornate throne, looking down at him.

“Why did you do it?”

I cut straight to the chase. Thankfully, the slave owner wasn’t the clever type.

“I—I just followed orders in exchange for money!”

“Who paid you?”

“It—it’s… I don’t know! The person wore a mask and hid their face… This morning, they came, gave me money, and told me the slave would soon die of dehydration. They instructed me to inform the people.”

I stared hard at the man. Cold sweat dripped from his face onto the floor. From what I could tell, he wasn’t lying.

“Enas, what do you think?”

I turned to Enas, the sorcerer standing politely beside me. Enas isn’t physically powerful; his repertoire of magic is limited to summoning desert wolves and healing minor ailments. In terms of raw strength, Ersia surpasses him.

However, Enas excels politically. He harbors ambition and has a sharp mind. During my absence, he managed to keep the palace secure, proving his competence.

“It seems like the wealthy elites of Relthia are orchestrating this. They’re slowly inciting the populace. They likely believe that if all the citizens rise up, they can overthrow you, my lord.”

“These swine think they can bring me down?”

“Swine don’t realize they’re swine. And they probably think: there’s no way you’d massacre every single one of them.”


The population of Relitia is about 300,000. If we kill just half of them, Relitia’s power will be severely weakened. Even yesterday’s massacre of 5,000 people was quite a blow to the city since population equals workforce.

“Ugh, these cockroaches are annoying me. Should I just exterminate all of them?”

“Lord Chimaa, they’re merely ignorant swine. Once we eliminate the agitators, the swine will realize their situation.”

“There’s no need to bother the nobles… or even mobilize the Demon Cultists. Enas! Inform the swine that if they turn in the nobles themselves, they’ll get water. Until then, not a drop!”

“Yes, my lord. And what about this man?”

I looked at the trembling man prostrated on the ground. All he could mutter was “Please spare me!” while wringing his wrinkled hands.

“Cut off his limbs and head, then hang him in the square.”

“Yes, everything shall be done according to Lord Chimaa’s will.”

“AHHHHH! Lord Chimaa! Please, one act of mercy! I’ll offer you all my wealth!”

The man was dragged away by the Demon Cultist.

“Hmph, pathetic. Swine like you have no wealth. Your fortune was always mine to begin with.”

“You speak wisely, my lord. Everything in Relitia belongs to Lord Chimaa.”

Enas’ words were pleasing to hear. Even knowing it was flattery, I couldn’t bring myself to hate it. How could I dislike her praising me in such a gentle tone?

I reached out and pulled aside her robe. Her voluptuous figure was revealed – white skin adorned with mysterious red markings. Her slightly sagging breasts had pale nipples that were already erect, and between her thighs lay a gray pubic hair identical to her head hair. As I parted her bush, I found her crimson pussy glistening with moisture.

“And you too are mine.”

“Yes, I would do anything for Lord Chimaa.”

“Would you? Then come atop me.”

“Yes, my lord! Hnnnnggg…”

The desert is cruel.

Especially the scorching sun of Scorpion Desert ranks among the harshest in Atlantis’ western region. Without water, one can barely survive a week before succumbing to dehydration.

To desert dwellers, water is life itself. No ruler dares use desert water recklessly, for doing so risks turning all desert folk into enemies and weakening control. Even Relitia’s previous ruler never committed the absurdity of controlling drinking water.

But now, with Chimaa controlling the water…

People start dying of thirst. Mouths parched, saliva ceasing, overwhelming thirst torments the desert dwellers. Many resort to drinking their own urine or animal blood to survive.

More and more people gather before the palace, bowing down.

And another fuel for their anger arises:

Discrimination.

Some people drink freely inside the palace. They’re families of beauties taken into Chimaa’s harem. Chimaa loves women and drags any beauty he sees into his harem without question – even married women aren’t spared.

Women of Relitia dream of entering the harem, as serving Lord Chimaa brings ease to life: unlimited access to fresh oasis water, rare delicacies and fruits unavailable in the desert, monthly stipends, and benefits for their families.

Today again, families connected to the harem leave the palace with refreshed faces, showing no signs of thirst.

Anger builds up.

It piles higher and higher.

The tipping point has been passed long ago.

It must explode. The anger must erupt, driving people to grab weapons and charge toward the palace…


The hatred must be poured out, and the water of life must be drunk to quell this hateful thirst!

But in reality, not a single person could unleash their rage. Those who had exploded with fury and rebelled against the Heavenly Demon were all dead.

Their families and friends died as well.

The citizens of Reltia trembled in fear as they looked at the hill beside the palace, for it was made of human corpses.

The Heavenly Demon showed no hesitation in killing people. Even after slaughtering a thousand, it wouldn’t bat an eye. The citizens of Reltia all knew that this one would yawn peacefully even after massacring every last one of them.

The Heavenly Demon was truly a devil from Heaven.

Then, a man stepped forward and opened the palace gates. Dressed in black, marking him as part of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he spoke loudly to the prostrated citizens.

“I shall deliver the words of His Excellency the Heavenly Demon. Open your ears and listen well.”

The man pulled out a paper from his robes and loudly shouted out the names written on it.

“Capture these 127 individuals and bring them to the palace! Once all 127 are gathered, the oasis waters will flow to Reltias!”

The cultist posted the paper with the 127 names on the palace wall before leaving.

At that moment, the citizens of Reltia, who had been lying face down on the ground, abruptly stood up. Their eyes gleamed like those of starving beasts.

Their anger erupted. However, their wrath wasn’t directed at the Heavenly Demon.

“Seize them! Grab these bastards!”

“If we just hand over these guys, we’ll get water! We can drink water!”

“I know where this guy is!”

“What are you doing?! Hurry up and catch them!”

“We’ll grab Barakos!”

“You guys go after Belliman!”

In less than three hours, the 127 notables and rebels were captured by the citizens and brought to the palace.

Around twenty of them were severely injured, beaten by the citizens. Not a single one was left dead.

“Enas. Tell the swine to wait in the square.”

“Yes, my lord Heavenly Demon.”

I approached the middle-aged man standing at the front. He had thick eyebrows and a dashing beard, with a clean-cut face that marked him as quite the handsome man.

“Barun. I know you’re the ringleader. And I’m aware you conspired with the rebels. Spill everything you know, and I’ll grant you a swift death.”

“Heavenly Demon! You have no right to rule over Reltia! For the desert’s sake, you must vanish!”

I flicked my fingernail, sending a jet-black energy blade flying that severed Barun’s right ear. Thud. The ear fell to the floor, yet Barun’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Arrogant brat. Do you still not understand your situation? You’re finished. Your only choices are to betray the rebels and die painlessly or cling to your pathetic sense of honor and suffer a torturous death. There’s nothing else.”

“Hmph, you’ll never make me talk. And soon, Carlok will return with his army and kill you!”

That’s why Barun hadn’t committed suicide when captured. He believed Carlok would come back, defeat me, and seize control of Sector 5,146, the Scorpion Desert.

“Heavenly Demon! No matter what you do, our spirit and honor cannot be broken!”

“Honor? Please. In the end, all you care about is money and power. Guess I’ll start smashing the others first.”

“Futile. They don’t know the precise information about Carlok. Only I do.”

“…I tried to play nice, but you’re making this annoying.”

I pulled out a mirror from my inventory.

Mirror Tunnel.

This item allows instant teleportation through its opposite side.

“There is no death for you now. Regret your choice as you suffer eternally in living hell.”

I shoved them into the living hell.