All MILFs are Mine Chapter 321: What the hell is even that ?
Previously on All MILFs are Mine...
"How about a skill that can shoot thousands of fireballs at your target?" Dreulis suggested, displaying a skill page to Leon.
"Hmm... That’s interesting, but I don’t want it." Leon responded with a smile.
‘Why would I need it? I can simply create it myself for free.’ Leon pondered while examining the screen hovering before him.
[Name: Summoner’s Pocket]
[Rank: Unknown]
[Description: Summoner’s Pocket is a dimensional space in which summoned creatures can be stored until the summoner wishes. Summoner’s Pocket can store up to 100 summoned creatures.]
[Creatures Stored 0/100]
‘This is what I call an excellent skill... Why bother being an alchemist when I can summon beasts from hell?’ Leon mused with a grin, dismissing the screen and turning his gaze to Dreulis.
"Here... Check out this artifact. It’s a Dragon’s tooth, known to bring great luck if you carry it—"
"Dreulis... Are you a lich or just some street peddler? Hand over something I actually want, not this worthless lucky charm crap." Leon shot back, rising from his seat.
"I’ve displayed everything I possess over the last thirty minutes, and you rejected it all. I offered thirty-two combat skills, all turned down. Thirteen magnificent weapons... rejected.
I presented forty artifacts... forty magical artifacts. Do you realize what adventurers would give for these forty artifacts?
It feels like you never intended to trade at all. Am I wasting my time here, Mr. Michael?" Dreulis demanded, standing up from his chair as well.
"Not at all... I know exactly what you can offer me, and in exchange, I’ll give you something valuable." Leon answered smilingly.
"What’s that?"
"Do you have any mana cores?" Leon inquired with a smile.
"Mana cores? Sure, I’ve got a few..." Dreulis answered, sounding puzzled.
"How many?"
"I believe I have five D-ranked, three C-ranked, and one A-ranked mana core from a dragon." Dreulis stated.
"I’ll take them all, and you get to study the mana pattern of one of my spells." Leon proposed with a smile.
"No deal... I’ll hand over three D-ranked cores for watching one spell, and you cast it however many times I require." Dreulis countered.
"All five D-ranked and two C-ranked ones. I’ll demonstrate a truly fascinating spell." Leon offered with a smile.
"How fascinating?" Dreulis questioned, his face showing confusion.
"Fascinating enough..." Leon replied smiling.
"Agreed... But if the spell doesn’t meet my expectations, you’ll owe me two C-ranked and five D-ranked mana cores." Dreulis said, passing the glowing cores to Leon.
The C-ranked cores resembled rough cylinders and emitted a bright orange glow. The D-ranked ones appeared yellowish-brown and shone with a faint orange light.
‘Alright... Time to test my summoning prowess.’ Leon thought, promptly stepping away from Dreulis and Rees.
He clutched all the cores and triggered the skill.
<Summons Of Darkness>
The mana cores vanished from his grasp the moment he activated it, plunging the room into an eerie silence.
"What’s going on?" Rees demanded seriously, sensing something amiss.
"This doesn’t feel right... What did you do to those cores, kid?" Dreulis pressed, detecting malicious energy enveloping the entire room.
Suddenly, a massive black fissure tore open on the ground before Leon.
*Crack-Crack-Crack-Crack*
"What’s this kid up to?" Dreulis shouted, raising his voice.
"I-I’m not sure... But it doesn’t seem beyond the master’s control." Rees responded, spotting the smile on Leon’s face.
"Woah... So this is hell?" Leon exclaimed, peering into the crack where countless burning hands grasped at a tiny creature scrambling toward it at full speed.
*Thud-Thud*
It extended its claws from the crack and hauled itself out.
*THUD*
The rift sealed shut with a resounding boom as it emerged.
The being barely reached a child’s knee in height, its frame slender and twisted, as if malformed in growth.
Deep crimson skin clung taut over protruding bones, faint black veins throbbing underneath like rivers of inner fire.
Short, ragged horns twisted from its brow, broken and irregular. Its head seemed oversized for the body, creating a grotesque, goblinish outline.
The eyes disturbed most—huge, luminous yellow orbs with narrow slits, flicking about with wicked cunning. Blinking revealed a sleek black nictitating membrane, reptilian in nature.
A broad maw dominated its face, packed with minuscule needle teeth. Its frequent grin stretched impossibly wide to pointed ears.
Torn, bat-like wings protruded from its back, leathery and shadowy, scarcely big enough for flight but fluttering restlessly.
A slender tail with a spade tip lashed behind, coiling like a serpent.
Long fingers ended in black claws that clicked faintly against the floor.
Even in its diminutive form, it reeked of smoke, sulfur, and charred meat, fresh from Hell’s infernal forge.
<Inspect>
[Name: None]
[Race: Hell Imp]
[Class: Lesser Demon]
[HP: 12000/12000]
[MP: 2500/2500]
[Description: A Hell Imp is a small but cunning demon born in the lower layers of Hell.
Despite their weak physical strength, they possess high intelligence and a natural affinity for dark magic.
Hell Imps are mischievous and cruel creatures that enjoy tormenting weaker beings.
They are often used by stronger demons as servants, scouts, or messengers due to their small size and ability to fly very long distances in a short time.
They fly silently and their presence are also very hard to notice, making them perfect spies.
When bound by a summoner, a Hell Imp becomes a loyal servant and will obey commands.]
"What in hell is that thing?" Dreulis wondered aloud, eyeing the imp with curiosity.
"I-I don’t know... Perhaps some type of demon." Rees replied.
"I’ve never encountered a demon like that before."
The imp spun to face Leon and dropped to its knees at once.
"Master." It rasped in a deep tone.
