The mage activated the magic array on the ship, shrinking it down to a size that was portable. They found a place to disembark that was not conspicuous.

As soon as they stepped onto the land, an uncomfortable feeling enveloped them. The thought that a terrifying battle was about to take place here made Lynch feel a bit despondent. No one, not even any god, could stir up even a ripple in the bloody battle, and no one could guarantee that they would emerge unscathed. The almost certain death oppressed Lynch's confidence, causing him to tremble all over. The mages had been exchanging magical insights on the ship and didn't have much time to think about the upcoming battle; but now, countless thoughts bombarded him like a torrential waterfall crashing onto his shoulders, threatening to crush him completely.

"What's wrong, my dear?" The Desire Demon swayed over to Lynch, gently patting his back. "Hold on, don't let them take your mind."

"What if they can't take it away!" Lynch suddenly stood up, a gust of wind flipping Eryies directly onto the ground. The mage's eyes were filled with a fierce gaze, a raging fire burning on him: "I've been deceived! Piffed, I've been lured into this damned place, and I will die in this damned place! Dry bones, yes, dry bones are my only outcome! A thousand Snake Demon Hearts, I can't accomplish such a thing! What difference does it make dying sooner or later? At least dying early spares one from endless torment!"

Lynch panted heavily, the repression and dissatisfaction accumulated over more than half a year exploded in this grey world. Around him, dust swirled into the air and was mercilessly torn and flung to the ground. The Desire Demon's knees were injured, and she looked at the human before her with a bit of pity. Eryies knew that once Lynch vented all the emotions in his heart, he would become like a deflated balloon, incapable of resisting the erosion of this plane. Then, he would truly turn into a walking corpse. In the Demon's mind, all she could think of were the hideous smiles of the Banshee witches—a powerful mage's soul, what an enticing treat!

Eryies stood up, pounced on Lynch, and slapped the mage's face. Then she shouted, "Even if you are to lose all hope, your soul is mine! Mine!"

Lynch's voice of rebuttal was firmly pressed into his throat by Eryies's lips, and he struggled with all his might to crawl out from under the Desire Demon's suppression. Eryies wore a sly smile on her lips. She knelt on the ground, then looked innocently at the mage.

"Don't use that method next time! I thought I was going to be drained by a life-stealing Banshee." Lynch wiped his mouth. This time, he was saved by his deepest fear, which was more terrifying than death and despair itself. The mage said to the Desire Demon, "But still, thank you for your help."

"Thank me? My dear, you might as well just give me your soul directly." Eryies licked her lips. "Compared to those Banshee witches, I'm obviously a better choice, aren't I, dear?"

Lynch remained silent, having recognized the terrifying nature of this plane. Whether it was the scenery seen through the eyes or the low, vague moaning sounds around the ears, everything incessantly eroded one's confidence. The fragile Devils, upon stepping onto this place, were already doomed to death. The Banshee witches were not there to greet the arriving soldiers at the docks but to scavenge the souls that were bound to turn into "coins of despair." In this world, coins of despair were the equivalent for exchanging goods.

The mage suddenly had a brainwave, thinking of an excellent idea. And this idea was so simple, it could also solve the collection of Snake Demon Hearts once and for all. 'Why didn't I think of this earlier?' he wondered, feeling a bit puzzled.

"Eryies, if I want to purchase Snake Demon Hearts, what do I need to prepare?" Lynch pulled the Desire Demon up from the ground, then gently held her soft little hand. "Tell me, in the Grey Ruins, what kind of goods are most popular?"

The Desire Demon took the opportunity to lean against the mage, softly saying, "Things the Devils need, and things that don't exist in this world, are the most popular." Then she rested her head on the mage's shoulder, trying to recall that faint medicinal herb scent. But the Grey Plane gradually closed off all sensations, leaving only a stale odor.

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