After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 21

Renith’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharp and filled with killing intent, fixed directly on Noxus.

Noxus felt a chill run down his spine. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes. He frantically waved his hands, his voice trembling slightly as he hurriedly explained:

“It was an accident! Really, it was an accident! That guy attacked me first—I was only defending myself!”

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that nightmare-like night.

He had just finished treating a critically ill patient and was dragging his exhausted body, walking heavily toward the quarantine zone.

The cold moonlight spilled over the silent streets, stretching his shadow long and thin. An indescribable sense of oppression hung in the air.

As he passed by a dimly lit alley, suddenly, a shadowy figure darted out from the corner like a ghost. In its hand gleamed a cold, sharp dagger.

Without a word, the figure lunged straight at Noxus, aiming to strike.

Startled, Noxus instinctively sidestepped, barely dodging the fatal blow. But before he could catch his breath, the shadow closed in again, each move aimed at his vital points.

He had no choice—empty-handed, without even a piece of armor to defend himself.

Driven by the instinct to survive, he mustered all his strength to flee. His steps were panicked but dared not pause even for a moment. Like a frightened rabbit, he dashed madly through the complex network of alleys, one after another dark and deep lane falling behind him. Yet the shadow clung to him like a persistent curse, never letting go.

He was a doctor, someone who healed the sick and saved lives. To maintain energy for the operating table and stay healthy enough for his demanding work, he had always made a habit of exercising.

But now, in this life-or-de-moment, the stamina he’d built up was rapidly draining away. He could clearly feel his legs growing heavier with each step, every lift requiring immense effort. His breathing became ragged and chaotic.

Yet the shadow behind him showed no sign of fatigue—its footsteps drew closer and closer. The heavy panting and urgent steps were like a death knell, ticking away at his nerves.

Noxus knew that if he kept running, death would be his only end. So he suddenly stopped, gritted his teeth, and slowly turned to face the ghostly figure approaching him.

Moonlight filtered through the narrow alley, illuminating his face, twisted with fear and exhaustion. His hands were clenched into fists, knuckles white with strain.

The shadow halted a few steps away, its vague form swaying unsteadily in the moonlight, as if it might lunge at any second and plunge that cold, gleaming dagger into his heart.

“You… who are you? Why are you chasing me?!”

Noxus’s voice trembled, but he forced himself to sound firm.

The shadow didn’t answer, only let out a low, chilling laugh that made his hair stand on end.

Noxus’s heart clenched. He knew there was no way out.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, his mind racing as he recalled the self-defense techniques he’d learned in the past.

Just then, the shadow shot forward like an arrow released from its bow, the dagger slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, aimed straight at his chest.

Noxus dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding the fatal strike, and simultaneously threw a punch toward the shadow’s face.

Thud!

Noxus’s fist landed hard on the shadow’s cheek. Seizing the moment when the figure seemed dazed, Noxus kicked out, sending it sprawling to the ground.

“Huff… huff…”

Without wasting a second, Noxus stumbled away, finding a relatively hidden spot to take cover.

Crouched in that foul-smelling hiding place, he curled up, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Time seemed to freeze—every second stretched endlessly. The scene replayed over and over in his mind, fear wrapping around him like clinging weeds.

After what felt like an eternity, his racing heart gradually settled, and rationality slowly returned. He took a deep breath, cautiously peeked out, and carefully scanned his surroundings. Once sure it was safe, he slowly crawled out from his hiding place.

Guided by fragmented memories, he cautiously felt his way back to the earlier alley.

The moonlight cast long shadows on the ground. The surroundings were so quiet he could only hear his own heartbeat and footsteps.

When he returned to the alley, his eyes were immediately drawn to the shadowy figure still lying motionless on the ground.

A faint smell of blood hung in the air. As a doctor, Noxus was highly sensitive to the scent of blood. He hurried over to check the figure’s pulse.

No pulse.

He seemed… dead.

Noxus’s heart, which had just begun to calm, instantly started pounding like a drum again. His breathing grew rapid, each breath feeling like it carried a biting chill. His eyes widened in horror as he glanced around—the deep alley seemed to hide countless eyes, coldly watching him.

In a panic, he fought down his fear, quickly walked to the corpse, and with trembling hands, grabbed its limbs. With great effort, he dragged the body to an unknown corner.

The sound of the corpse scraping against the ground was horrifying, especially piercing in the silent night.

Then, he ran to a nearby well, drew a bucket of water, and hastily washed away the bloodstains on the ground. The cold water splashed on his face, jolting him slightly awake.

After hurriedly dealing with the scene, he dropped the bucket and ran toward the quarantine zone.

“And then… I came here. I don’t know what happened after that. Maybe I was discovered, or maybe I’m already dead. I feel like I carry sin—that’s why I’m like most people who end up here.”

Noxus nervously twisted the ring on his finger, as if seeking some inner peace.

The killing intent in Renith’s eyes faded slightly. She could indeed see the fear in his eyes—it was likely the truth, unless he was a highly skilled liar.

“I’ll believe you for now.”

If Noxus was telling the truth, combined with the information she’d earlier gathered from Lyra, it seemed these transmigrants weren’t entirely clear on why they had come to this world either.

“Can you tell me in detail about the more well-known organizations among the transmigrant circles?”

Renith’s question gave Noxus pause. After a long moment, he slowly replied:

“I can, but I can only tell you about the organizations formed by transmigrants within the human empire.”

“First, there’s the ‘Scholars’ organization, which invited you as a guest. Its members are all research scholars from the world of transmigrants, covering extremely broad fields. They’re highly exclusive, and the ‘Divine Gifts’ they possess are very strange. If you face them one-on-one, it’s hard to gain an advantage.”

“Next is the ‘Merchants’ organization. Although it’s also formed by transmigrants, unlike the ‘Scholars,’ they warmly welcome people from this world to join. They actively layout in the commercial field with one goal: to make money.”

“Aside from these two major organizations, there are also many guilds and private groups that have some reputation within their respective circles.”

After Noxus finished explaining, Renith nodded thoughtfully.

“The ‘Scholars’ organization in Mobius City was only established in the last decade or so. They haven’t produced any notable results, and I’m not sure what they’re actually researching.”

Noxus added.

“Then what about this ‘Bolan Firearms Manufacturing’?”

As she spoke, Renith revealed the small characters engraved under the revolver. Seeing this, Noxus continued:

“This is a firearm produced by the Bolan Firearms Manufacturing factory. Bolan Firearms belongs to a guild group, mainly producing short-barreled firearms. There are many similar guilds, and compared to the ‘Scholars’ and ‘Merchants’ organizations, each guild is relatively small in scale.”

“There happens to be a manufacturing plant in Mobius City. It’s a small organization collaborating with Bolan Firearms Manufacturing and other factories, periodically supplying parts and tools to them and others.”

Inside the Codex, Philo listened intently, accurately recording every word Noxus said. Although the most critical questions remained unanswered, she had gained a relatively clear understanding of the situation in Mobius City and the empire as a whole.

“I have one last question.”

Renith said, slowly taking the motorcycle out of the Codex. It landed on the floor with a loud clang, the noise startling Noxus and making him jump, his face full of astonishment.

“This… this is a motorcycle? How did you even fit it in there? Spatial magic… I’ve never even heard of such a thing. I can hardly believe my eyes—by all accounts, this seems like something only possible with ‘Divine Gift’ power.”

Noxus marveled. In all his years in this world, this was the first time he’d seen a native with something like a “spatial storage” ability.

“The world is full of wonders, indeed. What did you want to ask?”

“How do you use this thing?”

Noxus slowly stood up, pointing toward the window, his gaze drifting to the grasslands outside.

“This thing needs open space to really show what it can do. To use an analogy… this thing called a motorcycle is like a horse—it needs enough room to run free.”

They went outside, and Noxus began instructing her: from checking the fuel tank, to using the key to start it, twisting the handle to ignite, and how to ride safely—Noxus explained everything in detail.

“Your height isn’t really suitable for riding these things, though…”

Renith ignored him. Using her magic, she replicated a key, then confidently stepped onto the footrest and swung onto the motorcycle to give it a try.

Her first attempt was a bit “wild”—the motorcycle wobbled left and right under her control—but she quickly adapted to the rhythm. After the experience, she couldn’t help but inwardly admire it. Aside from her height not being ideal and the initial difficulty, the motorcycle was quite good in all aspects—a truly convenient means of transportation.

Then she pulled the car out from the Codex. Noxus groaned inwardly, but not daring to disobey Renith, he had no choice but to endure his dry discomfort and reluctantly prepare to explain it to her as well.

After a long while, having understood everything, Renith put both items away. Noxus rushed back inside and downed the now-cold coffee in one gulp.