When Louis heard the slimy sound and Mrs. Adonis's voice grow clear, he no longer slept with the blanket over his head; he lay normally, body straight, hands folded on his stomach.

It seemed the lock meant nothing—why? Because Mrs. Adonis was, after all, a member of this household?

Still, Louis's breathing sounded steady.

"Scrape…"

Plop!

The wet, sticky sound drew closer, then came the drip-drip of liquid falling to the floor like rain—only these drops felt heavy and tacky.

Louis felt something cold land on his cheek and run down like a tear, carrying a fishy stench and a salty tang.

This rouse him. He frowned slightly and blinked, drowsy until he opened his eyes fully.

In the dim light, Louis could see a face pressed close—less than ten centimetres away—covered by a sheet of skin so thin it was almost translucent.

Mrs. Adonis's wide eyes were rolled open; her mouth curved into a gleeful smile, slime spilling out and soaking Louis's entire neck—leaving a disgusting, sticky dampness.

She laughed in an overblown way; when she opened her mouth, countless tongues writhed inside, and her voice was oddly choked.

"I know—you are not Louis, not my son…" she rasped.

Louis answered coldly, "Mother, you woke me up."

He stared straight at Mrs. Adonis; his brows knitted, never looking comfortable. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, making him seem even more gloomy and cold.

Mrs. Adonis faltered, apparently taken aback by his reaction. Louis raised a hand and shoved her away. "You dirtied me."

Then he climbed down from the bed. The moment his feet touched the floor, his expression darkened further. "You dirtied my floor too."

Mrs. Adonis bared her teeth, about to speak, when Louis suddenly tilted his head and fixed her with a razor-sharp look. A bright red tint seemed to spread in his eyes. An invisible pressure rolled off him and filled the room, pinning Mrs. Adonis's body to the ground at once.

Her eyes widened. With Louis's stare, she felt an instinct's call—primitive fear pressing so hard she could not breathe. Her face was nothing but terror and horror, as if the blood in her veins was boiling, urging her to flee—yet her body refused to obey. She would die—would die from a single look from Louis.

At the same time, Mr. Adonis and Lena opened their eyes in the darkness, their pupils trembling.

Far away, the head of the Andersen family collapsed to his knees:

"This… this can't be… is this real…?"

A Demon Lord had descended among them!

Mr. Andersen's eyes quivered with excitement as they fixed on the distant location—the direction where the Adonis mansion stood.

Louis coldly stared at Mrs. Adonis's desperate gaze. Finally, he turned and walked into the bathroom, his voice icy as he said,

"Get lost."

At that moment, Mrs. Adonis felt the crushing weight pressing down on her body vanish completely. She burst into tears, drifting away like a stream, no longer slow and slug-like.

Click!

The bathroom door closed. Louis calmly approached the toilet and immediately vomited.

But he expelled nothing but stomach fluids—after all, he hadn't eaten anything since the evening, only listening to Mrs. Adonis wail incessantly.

The only saving grace was that his body didn't feel overwhelming hunger.

Exhausted, Louis collapsed beside the toilet, his face a mask of indifference. Damn it, Mrs. Adonis's earlier appearance—especially when she opened her mouth to reveal that writhing mass of tongues—had nearly made him pee his pants! And she had truly intended to eat him.

Luckily, Louis had prepared for every possibility in advance. Finally, he chose to use the [Demon Lord Card (10s)], the highest-ranking demon card in his Store, spending 500 credits to maintain ten seconds of supreme lord power.

In any case, it was obvious that Mrs. Adonis had been terrified. She fled smoothly and efficiently, likely praying that this was the highest rank in the world. If so, Louis's path forward might be a little easier… at least he wouldn't have to fear being suddenly devoured by a "family member" in the middle of the night.

Louis quickly took a two-round shower, then dragged his exhausted body back to bed.

The floor was spotless by this time, and the bed showed no stains—as if Mrs. Adonis had never visited.

The next morning, the moment Louis opened his eyes, he was hit with a wave of pain. His head throbbed violently, as if it were about to explode.

Even without looking in a mirror, Louis could guess that dark circles had formed under his eyes. He had tossed and turned all night, barely catching some sleep by early morning. But it didn't matter—if anything, it added to his gloomy aura.

Louis pressed the bell on his dressing table. Very quickly, a servant appeared to help him change clothes.

"Louis, you're finally up! Come on, let's eat—today I told the chef to make all the dishes you like!" Mrs. Adonis's cheerful voice rang out as Louis reached the stairs, as if nothing had happened yesterday.

At the same time, Louis noticed Mr. Adonis and Lena seated in the room. Lena was understandable—she had promised to take Louis to the Andersen house to apologize today. But why was Mr. Adonis here?

Louis had barely sat down when Mrs. Adonis hesitated, saying,

"Louis… about last night…"

Facing Louis, she choked slightly. Clearly, Louis no longer looked threatening; he even seemed somewhat appealing. Yet instinct still made her fearful.

Louis tilted his head and slowly said,

"What happened last night?"

Mrs. Adonis couldn't hide her astonishment.

Mr. Adonis and Lena exchanged glances.

Mrs. Adonis stammered, about to speak, when Mr. Adonis suddenly roared,

"Talking nonsense when it's time to eat? Louis is hungry! If my precious son loses weight, will you take responsibility?!"

Yesterday, he had called Louis Mrs. Adonis's useless son. Today, Louis has become his beloved son. Mr. Adonis's skill at flipping his attitude could not be underestimated.

Mrs. Adonis pressed her lips together, her expression full of frustration. Lena said gently,

"All right, Louis, eat first. Later, we'll go to the Andersen house together."

Her face now beamed with a calm, gentle smile, perfectly matching her soothing voice.

Louis looked at the food on the table. Today, everything had returned to everyday—ordinary dishes, no wriggling worms, no toads, and no moving egg yolks.

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