Magie had lived for thousands of years.
During that time, with Magie’s extremely vicious nature, she naturally trampled on others and manipulated them without restraint.
In her encounters with all kinds of people, their reactions to her behavior varied greatly.
Some hated her to the point of madness.
Some feared her to the point of collapse.
Some lost all reason, desperately wanting to kill her.
Others knelt and begged for mercy, pleading with her to spare them.
Because of this, Magie had numerous methods, knowing exactly how to push a person to despair, and what their next actions and reactions would be.
Then, based on these, she would set the next trap, devise another plan to entertain herself, waiting for them to slowly step into it and be toyed with at her whim.
Especially those renowned for being great and resolute, Magie was even more willing to exert great effort and make elaborate plans to gradually torment them.
That was why Magie was here.
Because here, there was an Elf Queen whom she had been eyeing for thousands of years, a noble figure of unmatched beauty, adored and aspired to by all, even the Hero could not help but fall under her pomegranate skirt.
She wanted to see her in despair.
She wanted to know what it looked like when someone as noble as the Elf Queen, as beautiful as a goddess, finally knelt in agony, shedding tears.
To achieve this goal, Magie had taken action thousands of years ago, and this time she came prepared.
She had already planned to infiltrate the Elf Country first, using her Spirit Magic to brainwash all of the Elf Clan’s lovely and innocent girls, and then, when she launched a powerful attack into the Elf Country, force the Elf Queen to fight against the very citizens she had guarded for thousands of years.
This was her weak point.
Magie could precisely pinpoint what mattered most to each person, knowing exactly how to cause them the greatest pain and deepest despair.
When facing Shane, Magie also saw at a glance that what mattered most to him was the woman by his side.
Thus, Magie planned to target those women, and her superior had reminded her from the beginning who was the best to target.
Thanks to this, Magie had devised several plans, intending to slowly play with Shane.
She was confident that she had grasped Shane’s Achilles’ heel and was sure she could manipulate him into collapse.
But she was wrong, drastically wrong.
She underestimated the rage in Shane’s heart, or perhaps overestimated his tolerance.
Like to play chess, right?
Enjoy strategizing, right?
Then let’s flip your chessboard first and see how you’ll play!
In this way, before Magie could even start her move, Shane had used the most ruthless measures to expose her, overturning the entire chessboard.
As the saying goes, "A dragon has reverse scales, touching them will result in death."
Shane had long outgrown the adolescent phase, and even found such phrases embarrassingly cliché, but precisely because of this, he no longer wanted to play slow games with his enemies, as depicted in past life novels.
Once truly provoked, it was time to turn hostile.
And it was a no-holds-barred hostility.
What are those? Can you eat them?
To put it bluntly, since this isn’t his territory, whether it’s a flood or an earthquake, he’d vent first before anything else!
As for other matters, they could wait.
With powerful figures by his side, and ample strength of his own, what was there to fear in managing the situation?
Therefore, Magie unluckily encountered an unreasonable person from the Otherworld, who gave her no time or opportunity for manipulation, but instead directly overturned the game and fought back.
And Magie, when had she ever met someone who didn’t play by the rules?
"I can only admit defeat."
Magie silently swallowed all of this, and for the first time, developed a sense of resentment towards someone.
Normally, Magie would not resent others.
Being inherently evil, Demon Spirits only revel in malevolence.
Demon Spirits feel joy from committing evil acts.
Demon Spirits get excited by tragedy and despair.
Beyond these, no other emotions appeared in their hearts.
For them, all life in this world was toys for their amusement, not objects worthy of hatred or loathing.
Of course, neither were they objects worthy of love.
Because of this, Demon Spirits, upon finding a man they desired, would offer themselves then kill him at his happiest moment.
That too, was a form of pleasure, wasn’t it?
But conversely, if someone didn’t let a Demon Spirit play, they naturally wouldn’t feel happy.
Shane belonged to those who wouldn’t let Magie play and would even flip her game board.
Such people, even Demon Spirits couldn’t help but feel anger, couldn’t help but harbour hatred.
Very few Demon Spirits experienced this feeling.
Because no one had ever managed to do this.
So, it was only natural for Magie to resent him.
As Magie continually cast Defense Magic to fend off the Evil Energy and surged towards the outer areas of Taiger Forest at full speed.
"Our game will unfold again sooner or later."
After Elf Queen Sophie, Magie had remembered another person.
A person worth her time to manipulate, worth spending thousands of years to trample.