The griffin's giant wings glided over Carapace Island. Meg, who was sitting on the griffin's back, was playing with the head in his hand. Her charming face was still pitiful, and her delicate cherry lips were slightly open. She didn't look like she died peacefully.
Of course, this wasn't Charlene's head. Otherwise, Meg wouldn't be able to hold it in his hand so calmly.
This was a head that the system had created based on Charlene's model and 3D printed according to a 1: 1 ratio. It was very realistic in both size and appearance. Even the skin's degree of simulation had reached 9.5%. It would even turn red when one pinched it.
"System, I have a bold idea," Meg looked at the head in his hand and said with a strange expression, "I think you should change your profession."
"As a professional Master Chef System, this system is deeply involved in the gourmet industry. Why would I need to change my profession?"
"Look at your skills. It's a pity that you don't make sex … simulation companion dolls. It would be even better if you added a little AI system to allow simple interactions," Meg said with a smile.
"Does the host have any requests? If necessary, the System can create a 1: 1 replica of this Ghost Mother, as well as a personality system. Other than the fact that it doesn't have a real life, there are almost no differences in other aspects. It can move freely and has good flexibility. "
"Heh, do I look like someone who needs this kind of thing?" Meg sneered.
"Judging from the host's performance after coming to this world, you do need it."
"I …" Meg raised his eyebrows. Although the nightlife was a little boring, at least he had a wife. He didn't expect himself to be mocked by the system. He said coldly, "Shut up, you single dog system."
The griffin flew towards West Point Island and circled in the sky. After confirming that there was no one below, it immediately dove down and landed on the beach at the northeast corner.
Meg jumped down from the griffin's back. He dug a hole on the beach with the small shovel that he carried with him according to the system's measurement of the best tide. After measuring the depth with a tape measure, he buried Charlene's head in and covered it with sand again.
The tide surged up and washed away the excess sand. The beach looked like it had returned to its original state.
"System, are you sure that the tide will be able to flush this head out at this time tomorrow night?" Meg asked worriedly as he returned to the griffin's back.
"Host, please be at ease. According to this system's strict calculations, starting from five o 'clock tomorrow evening, this head will gradually emerge from the beach. Furthermore, this system has installed an ejection device inside this head. If the situation changes, the host can also remotely eject it from the beach. "
"That's good." Meg nodded. Suddenly, he looked warily in the southwest direction. He patted the back of the Griffin and said softly, "Ah Zi, stay close to the sea and leave."
Ah Zi spread its wings and glided towards the northeast. It almost blended in with the dark seawater, and soon disappeared from West Point Island.
Not long after Meg left, an ugly flying steed landed in the center of West Point Island. Alfred jumped down and stomped two big holes in the ground. He was holding a huge axe in his hand as he looked around cautiously. He only relaxed slightly when he saw that there was no one around. After that, he walked around the island to make sure that there was no difference from when he left the day before.
"What the hell is Simmons up to!?" Alfred growled in a low voice. He was a little frustrated.
He was already furious when the ceremony was interrupted halfway. He didn't expect that even the stone statue would be stolen. Furthermore, Simmons was so arrogant as to challenge him to a fight, saying that he wanted to take away all the power. He was simply overestimating himself.
He was originally worried that this fellow would come here in advance to set up a trap. However, it seemed like that wasn't the case.
"Simmons, this will be your burial ground tomorrow night. I will become the most powerful person on the Demon Islands, and even the most powerful person on the Norland Continent," Alfred said coldly as he left on his steed.
He didn't need any tricks to deal with Simmons, who had already absorbed half of the power of the dead. He only needed to beat him to death with punches.
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"What? You're not receiving guests today?! I've never heard of a succubus being able to reject guests. If you reject me, I will kill you. No one will care about a slut like you who doesn't even have a protective amulet even if you die. "
A drunken demon kicked open a wooden door. Then, he slapped the succubus who was standing at the door, trying to stop him from entering. He grabbed her hair and threw her onto the bed. As he took off his clothes, he sneered. "Lowly succubus. You were born to be a male demon's plaything. What right do you have to reject me? You should thank me for coming. If you serve me well, I will even reward you with two copper coins so that you can continue to live lowly."
The succubus, whose face was swollen after being slapped, glared at the demon. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word. However, there was a tinge of indignance and despair in her eyes.
"Not making a sound? I don't like dead fish. "That demon raised his hand, and wanted to give her another slap.
"Pfff."
A shiny blade pierced out of his heart. He stopped moving instantly, and lowered his head to look at the blade in disbelief.
"The lowly ones are you self-righteous beasts." A cold voice sounded behind him.
However, before he could turn around, the dagger had been pulled out. Blood gushed out from his mouth, nose, and wound. The demon clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground. He twitched a few times in a pool of blood and stopped breathing completely.
"The King of Succubi!" The succubus' eyes lit up.
"Take your things and follow me," Angela said to the succubus lying on the bed.
"Okay … okay!" The succubus replied. She quickly got up from the bed and picked up the cloth bag that had been placed aside. When she went out, she didn't forget to kick the demon.
The strike of the succubus caused the dissatisfaction of many demons.
On such a hot and dry night, they urgently needed a place to vent, but the succubus who usually stood at the door to attract guests closed the door.
The demons didn't have much patience for this weak and unprotected race, so they began to kick the door and even took out their weapons to tear down the house.
A figure holding a dagger appeared in the alley. It was a young succubus who was more beautiful than the ones they had seen before. The demons who were accumulating heat and had nowhere to vent turned around and revealed a covetous expression.
Angela looked at these demons with a contemptuous smile. She blinked her eyes and activated the Eyes of Enchantment on them.
The dagger flashed and slashed the throats of the demons, piercing their hearts. In the blink of an eye, the entire alley was bathed in blood.
"Sisters, follow me!" Angela looked at the succubi who walked out of the room with small bags and said. She was the first to walk in the direction of the harbor.
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