Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 733

Chapter 733: Time Stop!
Time shattered.

As if a small piece of china had crashed on the ground. The world lurched as Asmodeus’s Domain fully expanded, compressing a heartbeat into an eternity. Sound vanished. Motion slowed to crawling inevitability.

He crossed the distance in a single movement.

The dwarf holding Ma’s wrist didn’t even comprehend time passing or the strike. Asmodeus’s hand closed around the forearm and twisted.

Without sound, the bone failed silently, but the sensation lingered as the dwarf’s pupils slowly dilated, and his silent scream followed, releasing his grip with fingers spasming uselessly.

Asmodeus shifted his target.

His knee drove into the second dwarf’s chest, folding him backwards against the table. Wood exploded inward, ale and splinters suspended midair as each rib caved under the impact.

The leader’s movements came first, but inside this golden dream, he was much too slow.

Asmodeus’s hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the floor hard enough to crater the stone beneath his head. The dwarf’s eyes rolled back as pressure crushed his airway, his feet kicking once before going still.

‘I can’t hold much longer!’

Before he could adjust himself, the Domain collapsed, reaching its limit.

Asmodeus struggled to maintain his focus and turned pale.

Sound exploded from every direction, slamming into his head, while he choked on a thick, stickily sweet taste at the back of his throat.

Ma stumbled back, caught instantly by her mother Mu La, who dragged her closer with tight, shaking arms. Screams erupted across the inn as patrons scrambled away from the sudden wreckage and blood.

Asmodeus straightened himself slowly.

Three dwarves lay broken at his feet. One clutching a ruined arm, another gasped with blood bubbling at his—the last unconscious, embedded in fractured stone.

‘This avoids the worst situation.’

Within a few seconds of detecting a magical disturbance, the siren of the Hansberg guard echoed down the street from outside the inn.

Guards burst through the entrance seconds later, with weapons drawn.

“By the order of Hansberg, Freeze!”

“Hm?”

The guards all stood at the pinnacle of humanity, but two of them caught his interest. One of them stood in the back and the other at the front, leading the group. ‘Oh? Two Demigods?’

Asmodeus exhaled slowly and followed their instructions. There was no reason for him to upset the guards of Hansberg. In the future, he planned to build a reputation in this city if possible and thus couldn’t afford to ruin it now.

He stepped back a single pace, then another, with his hands open and a relaxed posture despite the tremor running through his limbs. The sweetness in his throat burned as he swallowed it down, forcing his breathing to steady.

The Domain’s backlash gnawed at his body, but he kept his expression level.

‘I really overdid it.’

Mu La was already shielding Ma behind her body, one hand pressed to the girl’s head, the other gripping her shoulder hard enough to leave marks. Ma’s face was pale, eyes unfocused, fixed on the broken arm lying at a strange angle.

The guards stepped close to the body, about to check the dwarf’s pulse, while another glared at him with sharp eyes.

“I haven’t killed them,” Asmodeus explained, before the guards made their decision about him and made things difficult.

“Dad?”

Vivi called Asmodeus’s name, but he turned back and flashed a confident smile. “It’s fine, don’t move, okay?”

“Nn…”

Ignoring the situation, the captain’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the overturned table, blood and the girl shaking in her mother’s arms. He looked at Mu La with a slightly sympathetic expression.

He glanced at the beaten dwarves for a moment, then back to Asmodeus and then Mu La.

“…They touched her?”

Mu La nodded once while biting her lip without tears or hysteria. She gathered her courage and composure before responding. “My daughter asked them to let go, but they refused.”

The captain didn’t speak further; he just nodded with a long sigh.

“Bind them,” his hoarse voice filled the room. “All three.” Chains clinked as guards moved in, hauling the dwarves away despite their groans. The leader, half-conscious, struggled and lifted his head just enough to meet Asmodeus’s eyes.

The dwarf trembled and snapped his eyes away as if terrified.

There was no anger in Asmodeus’s gaze; he only watched indifferently.

As the guards dragged them toward the door, conversation and murmurs spread through the inn, an uneasy yet slow recovery. They exchanged names, glanced at Asmodeus and the landlady with relieved sighs.

Asmodeus turned away from the wreckage and knelt in front of Ma, lowering himself to her level.

“It’s over,” he whispered. “Don’t worry.”

The cute young girl trembled in her mother’s arms, but once Asmodeus spoke to her, she flashed a faint smile and nodded. It wasn’t like he could erase the experience, but with a flicker of divine aura, her mood would soon recover.

Rising, Asmodeus glanced once toward the street. He could still hear the distant echoing sirens from the guards and various people speaking on the streets.

‘Grundig.’

The name, he had a name now.

Asmodeus closed his eyes, trying to piece together a new plan, although this might not affect his visit to the auction in a few nights. There was a subtle prick at the back of his neck, as if telling him that he couldn’t ignore this.

“I should meet with Lun as soon as possible.”

The next course of action was clear.

He turned back to the worried Nerim and Vivi and watched their faces for a moment. Vivi’s big watery eyes followed his movements, glued to him, while Nerim was no better, her plump lips swollen from the deep bite marks where she bit herself.

“Hey, let’s go upstairs for a moment.”

This room wasn’t the place to speak; even using a sound-cancelling barrier would just attract more attention to their little group.

“Nn.”

Nerim took his hand, still a little dazed.

While Vivi climbed onto his shoulders, insisting that he escort her to the room.

The stairs creaked softly as they climbed, the noise of the inn dulling with every step upward. By the time Asmodeus pushed open the door to their room, the chaos below had become a distant murmur and no longer pressed against his senses.

He closed the door behind them and leaned his back against it for a moment.

Only then did the tension finally seep out of his body.

His shoulders sagged, just slightly. The faint tremor in his hands hadn’t fully faded, and he flexed his fingers once before lowering Vivi from his shoulders. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce, immediately turning to stare at him with unblinking concern.

“Dad, your hand is bleeding!” She shouted, before yanking it into her little hands, stroking the tiniest of cuts with her fingers. “Does it hurt?”

‘Eh?’

This cut wasn’t from the dwarves; the cut was far too clean, and no matter how much his divine aura tried, it couldn’t heal the wound.

“I’m fine, Vivi.” He replied quickly, feeling dozens of these wounds all over his body.

‘Is this the rebound for using Time Dilation to stop time completely…?’ It was something beyond his current divinity. Nevertheless, when he saw the young girl in danger, her face alternated between Vivi, Nyx, Seris, Velmina, Auriel and Tsukihana.

Asmodeus lost his cool and used every ounce of his divine aura to open the Domain. This action allowed him to freeze time for a single second.

“You idiot.” A cooling warmth spread across his palm, the healing water of Nerim seeping into the wound. With a sharp sting, he felt something slowly fade away as she hugged his back with a sigh and felt her hot breath blow against his neck as she clung tightly.

He didn’t deny it; she was right.

“I couldn’t let that girl get hurt, or put Vivi in danger.”

“Hehe, Dad Vivi is strong!”

“Can you fight?”

“Can fight!” She shouted back.

Vivi climbed off the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against him. It wasn’t tight, but the feeling healed his soul. He rested a hand on her head, stroking her hair slowly, deliberately, until her breathing steadied. “Don’t do that again, Dad. I was really worried. You can’t get hurt again, okay?” She looked up at him with the most pathetic and lovely expression.

“Okay, okay, I promise you.”

Asmodeus couldn’t fight against his daughters.

If his wives gathered and tried to force him to stop it, it wouldn’t work, but now they would tell their daughters, sneakily knowing he couldn’t say no to them.

‘Somehow, I get how my mother felt now.’

He watched Vivi, who no longer paid attention to him, instead play with her dolls on the desk without a care.

He shook his head.

“Nerim, we need information on that person called Grundig, as well as people who’ve entered the town in the past few days.” His finger tapped the bed frame while leaning back against Nerim’s soft chest. “It could even be weeks.”

Although she wanted to comfort him, she could only hug and massage his shoulders, letting her water envelop his body, healing the wounds from his divine punishment.

‘Time isn’t on our side.’

Which he felt was ironic, considering his Domain.

The special ability he gained from this situation was something he couldn’t let sit idle; to stop time even for a moment could turn any battle in his favour.

‘Training this is dangerous though.’

Asmodeus took a breath and thought to himself, where he could practise this divine skill, but nowhere came to mind. When he next met Serena and Lumina, he’d ask them. Although he could contact them using telepathy, he didn’t want to force them to rush here.

‘We all have our own things to do.’

Little did he know that right now, his lovely wives were enjoying their meeting with another set of arrogant “Diplomats” from the mainland.