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Naruto: Uchiha Shiroge Rebellion
The sky was a blazing red, and the pervasive smell of scorching sulfur filled Roy's nostrils, making him realize he had fallen into Hell.
Alma stood beside him, clutching her swollen belly, looking lost. This woman had never left the confines of her world, and now her first trip was to Hell—though, in a way, Hell was always meant to be her destination.
Roy scanned his surroundings and found himself in a grand, opulent palace. But then, a terrifying presence locked onto him.
Looking up, he saw an indescribably beautiful woman lounging on a throne, one leg crossed over the other, staring at him.
"Mother, I've brought the man you wanted, along with a little gift!"
Adela's voice came from behind, brimming with excitement, like a child eager for her mother's praise.
Asmodeus stood up with a DuangDuangDuang, her magnificent assets trembling as they defied Hell's gravity.
But Asmodeus didn't care. Her eyes were fixed solely on Roy, ignoring everything else.
"Adela, my daughter, you've done wonderfully. I'll reward you later. Now, leave us. I want to have a private chat with Roy Black."
As she spoke, Asmodeus licked her lips, her aura dripping with desire.
Adela hesitated.
"What about this woman's soul?"
Asmodeus waved her hand impatiently.
"She's yours! Now don't bother me!"
Adela's face lit up with joy. Alma's soul was a rare treat—steeped in sin and brimming with powerful psychic energy, a perfect delicacy for a demon.
She quickly dragged Alma's freshly departed soul away, the woman still unaware of her own death.
"We meet again, Roy Black!"
Roy had calmed down by now. Being dragged into Hell was a done deal, so his focus shifted to finding a way out. At the very least, Elizabeth would surely come looking for him soon. As a demon lord of Hell, she might have a way to rescue him.
"Was this all your doing, Asmodeus?"
Asmodeus descended the steps from her lofty throne, a smug satisfaction on her face.
"Of course! I went to great lengths to bring you to Hell, all to snatch you away from that wretched woman."
Roy's expression turned odd.
Something wasn't right.
He'd initially assumed Asmodeus wanted revenge for their last encounter, which was why she'd dragged him to Hell.
But now, it didn't sound like that at all.
Why did it feel like two women fighting over a toy?
"What exactly do you want?"
Asmodeus licked her lips again and stepped closer to Roy.
"To possess you forever, obviously! You know, our last encounter was unforgettable. I haven't been able to get excited about anything since. I want to relive that feeling!"
With that, Asmodeus shoved Roy with surprising force. In the real world, Roy wouldn't have budged—his baseline strength stat was 141, and Asmodeus wasn't a melee demon like Samael.
But as he stepped back, his calf hit something, tripping him. Turning his head, Roy realized he'd fallen onto a plush, round velvet bed.
Asmodeus's clothes had vanished, revealing an exaggeratedly perfect figure that defied even the golden ratio. It could only be described as the embodiment of every man's fantasy.
Humans are visual creatures, and seeing this body radiating raw desire, Roy's own body stirred instinctively.
The harsh, sulfuric stench of Hell seemed to fade, replaced by a sweet, intoxicating fragrance that left Roy dazed.
Wait a second! Why did it feel like he was constantly being overpowered today?
First Marianne and Gretchen, then Alma, and now Asmodeus…
Were there more women waiting in line to jump him?
No way. He had to stand up and fight back!
A man's virtue was still virtue!
As Roy tried to get up and resist, Asmodeus tackled him again with a dangerously aggressive move—like a basketball player charging with the ball.
That kind of move would earn a red card in a game.
Unfortunately, Roy had no red card to flash at Asmodeus. His mouth was already… occupied.
"Mmph, mmph, mmph…"
A rich fragrance filled his nose, along with something else.
No way. Was he… drinking baby formula?
"Like it, Roy Black? This is something even my daughters don't always get to enjoy!"
As everyone knows, the Lust Queen has countless daughters—so many she probably can't keep track. Nearly every succubus is either her daughter or her daughter's daughter.
She'd practically created an entire race single-handedly.
With such prolific output, certain functions were always in overdrive. And right now, Roy was being force-fed an endless stream of "baby formula."
Could the Lust Queen's formula be compared to a mortal's?
Not all milk… is Telunsu… cough cough!
No innuendo here, just to clarify—after drinking this "Telunsu," Roy's body began to heat up rapidly. His skin turned as red as a boiled crab, and his strength drained, leaving him limp. A powerful, uncontrollable desire surged within him, urging him to start the "Kola Project" immediately.
"Oh! These stats are just too perfect!"
Asmodeus pressed her face against Roy's abdomen, her expression intoxicated.
Roy fought with every ounce of his willpower to resist the Lust Queen's charms, but it was proving incredibly difficult.
So, he decided to transform into his angel form, hoping it would free him from her control.
A faint holy light began to glow around Roy. Asmodeus, still pinning him down, immediately felt a burning pain, but the Lust Queen didn't let go.
"Yes, that's it! That pain! It's exquisite! Conquer me with your holy power!"
Asmodeus grew even more excited, diving headfirst into "battle mode."
Roy was struggling on two fronts: fighting his body's instincts and trying to stay mentally clear enough to enter his angel form. He felt like he was being torn in half.
Worse still, transforming into an angel in Hell was no easy feat.
Hell was filled with negative energy, making it nearly impossible to gather the positive energy needed for the transformation. Despite his best efforts, Roy couldn't sprout his light wings and could only rely on sheer willpower to resist.
But this only made Asmodeus more frenzied.
"Keep going! Don't stop! Just like that!"
Roy's willpower was crumbling. In a moment of desperation, he decided to throw caution to the wind and transform into his demon form to take on Asmodeus.
Asmodeus, who had been riding the wave, suddenly froze. She tilted her head back, staring wide-eyed at the palace ceiling.
Roy's stats had spiked so rapidly that even Asmodeus couldn't keep up.
Since his angel form was suppressed in Hell, his demon form was naturally amplified.
On Earth, Roy's demon form stood just over seven meters tall. In Hell, it broke past ten meters, with his physical stats temporarily boosted by 100 points.
Strength at 215, agility at 185, and constitution at 241—these stats were terrifying even by Hell's standards.
Only a demon lord could outmatch Roy's physical attributes. Other demons didn't stand a chance.
The sudden transformation caught Asmodeus off guard, but her face showed utter satisfaction, even though her body seemed on the verge of breaking.
"Why is it like this? This feeling…"
Asmodeus was overwhelmed by ecstasy, losing herself completely until a voice snapped her out of it.
"Asmodeus, hand over Roy!"
It was Belial's voice. Clearly, Elizabeth back on Earth had relayed the news to Hell, and Belial, in her true form, had stormed into the Lust Queen's domain.
Asmodeus shot to her feet, spitting out a torrent of condensed evaporated milk, her face full of disgust.
"Talk about a buzzkill! I was just starting to enjoy myself, and this wretched woman interrupts! Hmph!"
After cursing Belial, Asmodeus turned to Roy's demon form with a tender gaze.
"Oh, darling! Be patient. I'll be back soon!"
With that, she bound Roy's five limbs to the bed with magical rings. Before leaving, she playfully teased him with her delicate toes.
"Wait for me!"
Then, still bearing the marks of their "battle" and draped only in a thin veil, Asmodeus strode out of the palace.
With the Lust Queen gone, Roy immediately began struggling, but a magical binding cast by a demon lord in her own domain wasn't so easily broken.
He tried everything—shrinking back to human form, using his deception space to trick the magic—but nothing worked.
The five magical rings adjusted to his size, and even slipping into another dimension couldn't free him.
"Damn it! What's that sound? Who's out there?"
Outside the palace, Asmodeus appeared before Belial, still marked from their encounter, instantly enraging the Sloth Queen.
"Asmodeus, are you trying to start a war?"
Asmodeus smirked triumphantly, running a finger along her thigh before tasting it.
Slurp! "Delicious! Belial, if you want a fight, bring it on. You think I'm scared of you?"
Belial, furious, unleashed her power. In an instant, the sky and earth were torn apart by the Sloth Queen's psychic force.
The terrifying energy sent every demon in this layer of Hell into a panic.
Not to be outdone, Asmodeus released her own immense power as the Lust Queen. The air filled with pink bubbles.
Don't let their cute appearance fool you—each bubble carried Asmodeus's potent illusion magic. Anyone who touched one would be trapped in an eternal dream, never to awaken.
Both the Sloth Queen and the Lust Queen were masters of psychic magic.
Belial specialized in deceptive illusions, capable of distorting perception and even fooling the will of the world.
Asmodeus leaned toward seduction and hypnosis, controlling others through their desires and dreams.
As rivals in the same field, Belial had harbored a deep grudge against Asmodeus ever since the latter rose to power.
Of course, that was just the surface reason.
Belial held dominion over the sins of sloth and deception, while Asmodeus ruled lust and dreams.
Asmodeus had always coveted the deception domain, as it would greatly enhance her power as the Lust Queen.
Thousands of years ago, Asmodeus had caused some trouble, which was the real reason for their enmity.
Now, they had a new reason to clash: Roy.
Belial, one of the upper three demon lords, could twist reality with her unique deception domain.
But Asmodeus was no slouch. She could overwrite reality with dreams, minimizing the damage Belial caused.
Their battle was abstract, with light warping and shifting around them. One moment, the environment was a palace; the next, a wasteland, then a starry sky.
If anyone entered the battlefield, they'd be torn to shreds by the conflicting psychic forces in an instant.
Even Asmodeus's many daughters didn't dare approach—one wrong move could mean deletion.
However, this was Asmodeus's domain, and Belial, as an intruder, could only barely hold the upper hand.
Their massive clash soon drew the attention of other demon lords.
First, a giant serpent, a red-haired man, and a double-headed eagle appeared—the Envy King, Wrath King, and Greed King, respectively.
Then, a massive, bloated green fly clutching a bucket of popcorn appeared out of nowhere.
This was Beelzebub, the Gluttony King, who loved a good spectacle.
"What a rare sight! When was the last time we saw two demon lords duke it out?"
Finally, a man with twelve black wings appeared—Lucifer, the Pride King.
With that, all seven demon lords of Hell had gathered in Asmodeus's domain.
Beelzebub, munching on popcorn, looked at the other four lords in surprise, though his eating didn't slow.
Crunch crunch! "What's today? A demon lord convention? Why's everyone here?"
Lucifer shot Beelzebub a glare.
"Shut it, Fly King! Can you not eat popcorn at such a serious moment?"
"Sorry, Lord Lucifer, it's my only hobby," Beelzebub replied.
Leviathan's gaze flicked meaningfully between Lucifer and Beelzebub before exchanging looks with Samael and Mammon.
With so many demon lords watching, Belial and Asmodeus couldn't keep fighting.
"What are you all doing here?"
Asmodeus eyed the other lords warily. This was her domain. Belial could leave whenever, but she was stuck here.
Then, Leviathan spoke up.
"Asmodeus, need a hand?"