Douluo Dalu (Soul Land): Villain Life Simulator

The moment their lips touched, Bibi Dong froze completely, looking stunned and unsure of what to do.

Then, her soft lips and teeth parted easily, and her clothing slipped away piece by piece.

They had somehow moved into the bedroom behind them.

Su Cheng gently caressed her back, his fingers gliding across her skin, lingering over valleys and hills, and then stopping to trace the high peaks. He kneaded with a rhythm that was sometimes light, sometimes firm…

Soon, moisture began to fill the passage, flowing along her thighs…

As they fully united, both released a satisfied sigh.

During this process, with Su Cheng's constant soothing touch, Bibi Dong's chaotic and turbulent mind gradually relaxed, and clarity returned.

This—she had once been a victim of this. How could she become a new perpetrator now, becoming something she despised?

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… I…"

Tears slid uncontrollably down her cheeks, mingled with muffled words and low sobs.

Su Cheng gently kissed away her tears, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry. Don't think too much. I'll always be by your side… Dong'er."

Hearing his voice and feeling the warm breath against her ear, Bibi Dong trembled.

Su Cheng's skill in such matters was always remarkable. Soon, he helped her relax once more, letting herself fall deeper into pleasure and desire…

"Tsk, tsk..."

Witnessing everything unfold, Ah Yin chose to block out the scene, deciding it was best not to see or hear.

But soon, she sensed something strange.

From within her second martial soul, faint, moist energy waves began to spread, as if her very soul felt soothed, and the connection between her and Su Cheng's martial soul deepened.

"What is this? Bibi Dong's energy attributes aren't like this…"

Slightly surprised, Ah Yin began to guide that faint blue glow, merging it with her martial soul.

As this faint energy continued flowing in, her second martial soul's strength seemed to undergo a subtle transformation.

The rigid, binding threads encircling the Shura Demon Sword suddenly became more pliant. Restraining the sword required much less effort.

At this moment, Su Cheng also sensed a change within himself.

But unlike Ah Yin, he recognized this energy instantly—an offshoot of Bibi Dong's unique water-based soul power. Though different in form, the essence was the same.

However, there was no sign of awakening from Bibi Dong's spiritual core.

Though Su Cheng wasn't concerned, he did feel puzzled.

Before he could think too much about it, as they both reached the pinnacle of bliss, a thick purple-black mist appeared out of nowhere, and strong spatial fluctuations filled the room.

A raspy voice like that of a night owl whispered in their ears, "Hehehe, not bad, my disciple. Such creativity!"

In that instant, divine sense, divine power, true power, and soul force clashed, and Bibi Dong lost consciousness.

The next moment, both she and Su Cheng plummeted into a dark and eerie gorge.

The canyon was surrounded by steep cliffs, with a narrow, winding river below. Its dark-red hue resembled decaying blood.

Above, thick leaden-gray clouds loomed, creating an atmosphere of intense oppression.

Thick, purple-black mist permeated the air, carrying a stench that was beyond description…

It was the stench of death.

At the far end of the canyon, a figure clad in purple-black armor approached slowly, wielding an enormous scythe.

Taking advantage of Su Cheng and Bibi Dong's fusion of life energy in their union, she opened the portal to Rakshasa's inheritance realm, bringing Bibi Dong as a successor of the divine position—and Su Cheng was pulled along as well.

In fact, this was not Bibi Dong's first time entering the Rakshasa Realm.

Years ago, when she used her second martial soul, the Devouring Spider Emperor, to consume the previous Pope of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji, she had opened the Rakshasa God trials and entered here once.

Back then, she was fully conscious, and the Rakshasa God's true form did not appear.

Unlike the Angel God or the Sea God, neither Shura God nor Rakshasa God were deities native to the Douluo world. Thus, they had no permanent inheritance sites or trials like the Sea God's Hall or Angel Temple bound to this continent.

The Shura God, in search of a successor, scattered his inheritance widely across many realms.

And as a dedicated disruptor, wherever Shura God's power could be found, the Rakshasa God's influence was never far behind. Her inheritance realm could open from multiple locations.

Rakshasa God watched the two figures that suddenly appeared, her harsh, raspy voice echoing, "To think you used such an excellent method to bring me the Shura God's successor. Very well, very well… Bibi Dong, your creativity is commendable…"

"Silence, disgusting old wretch."

Su Cheng gently laid the unconscious Bibi Dong down, carefully arranging her clothes. Only then did he rise to face the grotesque figure.

Without the outline of her form, it was almost impossible to tell she was female.

No, it would be more accurate to say she no longer had any human resemblance.

An intense and sinister aura radiated from her, filling the area around her. Her skin was a dark, bruised indigo, and her long fangs extended from her face, obliterating any recognizable features.

The purple-black armor covering her was shrouded in an aura of evil, with massive scythe blades extending from either side of her back.

Most terrifying were her emerald-green eyes, veiled in a net of black threads, which made her appearance even more revolting.

"You're not afraid? And you dare to exchange words with me?"

Rakshasa God wasn't angered by Su Cheng's insult. If anything, she seemed mildly surprised.

For her, insults about her appearance or words held no power; they were insignificant.

As a deity who controlled "malevolence," she had long abandoned all sense of shame. She'd heard far worse and more venomous words.

If certain insults had a creative edge, she might even find amusement.

In short, she was an old pervert.

What intrigued her was Su Cheng's attitude toward Bibi Dong, "No wonder my disciple chose to seduce you rather than attempt to kill you. So, there's something unique between you two. That was my oversight."

Though she didn't care deeply for Bibi Dong as a successor, she chose her to hinder the Shura God. Bibi Dong, with her talent and the Killing God Domain from Hell's Road, stood a good chance of inheriting Shura's divine power.

Since she left her legacy, she naturally wished to free herself from the constraints of her divine position. She also had no intention of harming Bibi Dong actively.

Her target was solely the Shura God's successor, so she seemed indifferent to Bibi Dong's rebellious methods.

Confident of her success, Rakshasa God watched Su Cheng with amusement, "Your strength doesn't seem that great. Not even as good as my disciple. You don't match the description given by my underling."

Her gaze suddenly grew cold, turning briefly to the feeble blood-colored bat behind her.

At her glance, the Nine-Headed Bat King, whose level had dropped sharply after his battle with Su Cheng, trembled, not daring to offer any defense.

He was just as confused. Why did Su Cheng's power seem weaker after reclaiming the Shura Demon Sword?

"All right, enough talk."

With a snap of her fingers, a massive purple-black scythe appeared in the hands of the Rakshasa God, swirling with dark energy as her divine domain of the Rakshasa instantly spread outward. The oppressive, chaotic, and wicked aura grew dozens of times stronger, significantly weakening Su Cheng's already limited strength.

At the same time, waves of highly corrosive Rakshasa power surged toward him, constantly pressing in, attempting to breach the thin protective barrier of true force around him.

However, the Rakshasa God's strength, already suppressed by the universe's laws since her departure from the Divine Realm, was further diminished. Though her domain enhanced her power, this effect was partially offset, leaving her on par with a regular second-level god.

"Once you're dead, I'll have this unworthy servant take over your body. Don't worry, I'll make sure it follows my successor obediently. This outcome should be quite satisfying—for both you and her. Hahaha!"

At this, her mouth curled into a grin, and she let out an ear-piercing cackle, clearly pleased with her scheme.

"Thank you, my master!"

Hearing this, the blood-colored bat's eyes gleamed. Compared to Tang Chen's body, nearly decayed from erosion, Su Cheng's body was far fresher and healthier, rich with vitality that could nourish it.

Perhaps, with this, it might not only regain its peak strength but even have a chance to advance further.

"…"

Su Cheng watched the Rakshasa God gloating in her twisted performance without a word. He had no intention of engaging with her.

In his eyes, she was barely a living being—more a manifestation of pure malevolence.

Controlling such chaotic and wicked power was never easy, far more challenging than managing the power of light. Even the Asura God's sheer will for dominance was not something an ordinary being could handle, let alone the twisted nature of the Rakshasa God's power.

Any attempt to reason with a mindless being like her was pointless and would only entertain her further.

In the next instant, under the Rakshasa God's surprised gaze, Su Cheng leaped forward rather than retreating. At the same time, he thrust his right hand into his own chest.

"Schhh—"

With a prolonged, piercing screech, he drew a massive dark-red sword, shining with a menacing glow, from within his chest using his right hand.

As the Asura Demon Sword left his body, Su Cheng's aura began to swell, rising higher and higher. From Titled Douluo to Ultimate Douluo, to a third-level god, then a second-level god…

With a flick of his right arm, Su Cheng flung the Asura Sword forward like a disposable weapon, sending it flying towards the Rakshasa God, and then he charged forward closely behind it.

In an instant, the crimson blade's godlike radiance streaked across like a meteor, easily slicing through and shattering the dense Rakshasa power in its path with no resistance.

"Did you think the Shura Sword enhanced my strength? Haha, fool! That weapon actually suppressed my power. I was just waiting for you!"

A cold smile crept onto Su Cheng's lips, his brow faintly glowing with a glassy, translucent sheen resembling an invisible third eye.

In his now-empty right hand, he condensed his true force into a longsword and struck toward the imposing figure of the armor-clad Rakshasa God before him.

Su Cheng's disdain for the Rakshasa God was unparalleled.

He found her even more despicable than the Sea God or the Shura God, who were merely rivals of opposing camps.

The Rakshasa God, a first-level deity, went so far as to exploit her successor, treating them as a tool, a plaything. She operated with far less restraint than either the Sea God or the Shura God.

Worse still, to pursue her selfish goals, she ruthlessly severed others' paths to growth, forcing someone as talented as Bibi Dong to inherit her twisted legacy.

And today's events were infuriating to Su Cheng.

Although he was no longer opposed to engaging in a physical relationship with Bibi Dong—he even intended to use this opportunity to shift their dynamics in the simulation to better the situation in reality—this wasn't the way he wanted it to happen, in such a forced and manipulative manner.

Su Cheng also understood that this wasn't what Bibi Dong truly wanted. Even though he had confessed to her before, she would never have tried to pressure him into such an act—not unless she had lost control over her desires.

But the nature of Rakshasa power was chaotic and loathsome, easily overwhelming rational thought with primal urges.

After today, who knew if this event would become a psychological barrier for Bibi Dong?

"You—"

Though her face was grotesque and expressionless, with features almost indiscernible, the terror in the Rakshasa God's green, hate-filled eyes was unmistakable.

The reversal had come far too suddenly.

One moment, Su Cheng had seemed as weak and helpless as a lowly insect she could crush at will. The next, he had transformed into a being with power on par with her own, if not greater.

And to make matters worse—he had the Shura Demon Sword!

Now unbound, the powerful weapon unleashed its full might against the Rakshasa God, flooding the space with murderous intent.

Though it acted on pure instinct, its unleashed Shura power—the unadulterated energy of the Shura God—was a devastating force that countered her at every turn.

The Shura and Rakshasa deities both wielded the power of slaughter, but when their powers clashed, the Shura power dominated, completely overwhelming the Rakshasa power.

This wasn't just a difference in divine rank; it was a clash in the very nature of their energies.

Asura power embodied pure intent to kill, while Rakshasa power was tainted with vengeful resentment, a filthy, muddied will to harm. The difference in quality was instantly apparent in their confrontation.

A surge of crimson light erupted, the violent killing aura sweeping outward indiscriminately, ripping apart and obliterating the thick waves of the dark, corrupt Rakshasa energy.