My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 706: Everyone heading downtown!

Vergil advanced without haste.

There was no longer any attempt to follow paths.

There was no longer any interest in understanding the labyrinth.

The Yamato no longer made a sound as it cut. The blade glided through the space as if it—walls, runes, mechanisms—were nothing more than an inconvenient concept. Each blow opened a clean, precise fissure, and everything in front simply ceased to exist as an obstacle.

Stone split.

Runes disintegrated.

Entire structures lost their meaning.

He walked in a straight line.

A new dead end appeared ahead.

Vergil didn't even slow down.

The blade lifted slightly—and descended.

The wall was split into two perfect halves before even completing its formation. On the other side, there was no corridor. Only the raw interior of the labyrinth, threads of mana, runic gears, and structural layers pulsating like exposed organs.

He passed through.

As if that had been the right path from the beginning.

Silence.

Controlled steps.

The demonic energy around him no longer exploded—it remained compressed, dense, like an invisible field that deformed everything that tried to resist.

Then something stirred in his shirt pocket.

A small head emerged.

Dark scales, golden eyes, thin pupils.

The voice came low, almost casual.

"Do you want help?"

Vergil didn't stop immediately.

He took three more steps.

Then two more.

Only then did he interrupt the movement.

Slowly, he turned his face a few degrees.

"Help?"

The small serpent raised its head with slight arrogance.

Medusa blinked once, calmly.

"Yes."

Vergil stared at her for a second.

"And how, exactly, do you intend to help me?"

Medusa slid a little further out of the pocket, resting her head on the edge of the fabric.

"I can see through the walls."

Silence.

Vergil didn't react immediately.

"Explain."

She sighed, as if dealing with someone too obvious.

"The runes," she said, pointing with her small head to the surrounding structure. "They're not just magic. They generate heat. A constant flow of energy."

Her eyes gleamed slightly.

"To me, that's visible."

Vergil narrowed his eyes.

Medusa continued, now a little more pleased with herself:

"Thermal vision. I can see what's on the other side of these walls… paths, creatures, traps… even structural changes."

A pause.

"Basically, I can see the entire labyrinth… ignoring the walls."

The silence that followed was heavier than any runic pressure in the air.

Vergil remained motionless.

The aura around him didn't increase.

It didn't decrease.

But something changed.

He turned slowly, now facing the serpent directly.

"You're telling me…"

His voice was low.

"…that you could have prevented all this?"

Medusa tilted her head slightly.

"Yes."

Another pause.

"Probably."

Silence.

Vergil looked around.

The cut walls.

The destroyed corridors.

The structural flaws he himself had created.

The entire labyrinth… partially mutilated by choice.

He looked back at her.

"And why," he began, each word more precise than the last, "didn't you say this before?"

Medusa blinked again.

Without any trace of guilt.

"You didn't ask."

The silence that followed was absolute.

For a second…

Two…

Three…

Vergil closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

Slowly.

When he opened them again, there was no visible irritation.

But there was no patience either.

He raised the Yamato slightly.

Another wall appeared ahead.

He cut through it without looking.

"Then," he said, resuming his walk, "start talking."

Medusa smiled—the equivalent of what a small snake could show.

"Three corridors ahead, turn right."

A pause.

"Avoid the left. There's a trap that will try to crush you using the space itself."

Vergil continued walking.

"And the shortest path to the center?"

Medusa observed the flow of heat through the walls.

Her eyes shone more intensely.

"Straight." She smiled.

"But you'll have to cut down about… seven walls."

Vergil almost smiled back.

"Great."

[Not far from that place…]

Alice swung her legs slightly as the golem advanced through the labyrinth's corridors. Each step of the creature made the stone vibrate with a deep, constant weight, echoing off the walls like a distant drum, but it didn't seem to mind the sound it produced. Unlike the other participants, who moved with caution, tension, or urgency, Alice seemed simply… to stroll. As if she were exploring a curious place, and not traversing a deadly arena built to eliminate the weak.

Before her, floating in the air, was a translucent magic circle, composed of thin lines of energy that constantly intertwined and rearranged themselves. It was a map. Not an ordinary map, but a living projection of the labyrinth, constructed by Alice herself from reading the mana flow of the walls, the floor, and the traps. It wasn't perfect—there were gaps, opaque areas, distortions—but it was still more than enough.

Several red points glowed scattered across the projection. Some moved slowly, others faster, and some… simply disappeared.

Alice tilted her head slightly, observing.

"Mapping using magic is so easy…" she murmured, twirling her finger in the air. The map responded immediately, changing angles, expanding sectors, rearranging invisible layers. "They make it seem too difficult."

The golem turned left without hesitation, following a path that didn't visually exist, but which Alice had already determined to be safe. A pressure plate emerged from the ground a few meters ahead, its runes beginning to glow, but before it could even activate, the golem had already veered away. Alice didn't even look directly at it. She already knew.

While analyzing the map, she began to mark some points. Small golden circles appeared here and there, over regions where the concentration of mana was higher, where the structure of the labyrinth seemed thicker, more… interesting.

"Larger rooms…" she murmured. "Different flow…"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, curious.

"Maybe there are things inside."

For a moment, her expression took on an almost childlike quality, like someone imagining a game.

"If this were a game, there would be rewards, equipment, that sort of thing…"

She paused, then let out a low laugh.

"But they wouldn't do something so obvious."

The golem crossed a wide intersection, ignoring two paths and following the third without hesitation. Alice rested her chin on her hand, observing the map as if bored.

"It's not a game…" she murmured. "It's a filter."

One of the red dots blinked.

It disappeared.

She looked for a second.

There was no reaction.

"Another one…"

Her eyes moved again. Three dots were relatively close together. One of them… was strange. It didn't move, but it didn't disappear either.

Alice tilted her head slightly.

"Curious…"

The golem paused for a moment as she analyzed. She rotated the map, zooming in on the region.

"Perhaps it's hidden… or locked…" she said, shrugging. "Or dead and they haven't removed it yet."

Without showing any concern, she made a subtle gesture, and the golem resumed walking.

The corridors began to widen. The ceiling grew higher. The air warmer. The mana flow denser.

Alice smiled slightly.

"We're getting close to the center."

Then something changed.

Not on the map.

In the air.

The golem stopped instantly.

Alice didn't need to give a command. She had already felt it.

A swift movement. Violent. Direct.

The wall to the right exploded.

It wasn't a collapse. It was an impact. Stone and dust were hurled at high speed, fragments flying like makeshift blades.

The golem spun its body to protect Alice, but even before any impact, she raised her hand.

Just one.

The fragments stopped in mid-air.

Suspended.

Immobile.

As if time had decided to ignore that space.

A shadow crossed the dust.

Swift.

Precise.

A kick came in a straight line, aimed at her face.

Alice moved her hand.

Just enough.

She caught the blow.

With one hand.

Effortlessly.

The impact didn't move her. It didn't displace the golem. It didn't even generate a significant vibration. It simply… stopped.

The dust began to settle slowly.

Alice looked ahead, without surprise, without irritation. Just a slight curiosity.

"Do you really want to fight?"

The voice came out calm, almost bored.

Before her, leaning against his own raised leg, stood a man. Tall, defined body, balanced posture. His eyes carried intensity, but it wasn't lack of control. It was absolute focus. Every movement of his seemed calculated, as if his entire body were a perfectly tuned weapon.

He smiled.

It wasn't friendly.

It was interest.

"You're the little girl," he said, tilting his head slightly.

Alice blinked once.

"And you are…?"

She didn't finish the sentence, but her eyes were already analyzing. Not like someone assessing a threat… but like someone categorizing something.

He gently pulled his leg back, spinning in the air before landing lightly on the ground. The relaxed posture concealed a subtle, growing pressure.

"Shura." The name echoed down the corridor.

Alice glanced at the map beside her, then at him. The red dot was right there.

"Ah…" she murmured. "You."

The tone carried no importance whatsoever.

Shura smiled a little more.

"I expected more of a reaction."

Alice tilted her head.

"Why?"

He took a step forward.

"Because I just attacked you."

She blinked again.

"And failed."

For a second, silence filled the space.

Then Shura laughed.

Not angrily.

Honestly amused.

"I liked that."

His presence shifted. Not explosively, but densely. The air around seemed heavier, as if the pressure was slowly being compressed.

The golem moved automatically, positioning itself between the two.

Shura didn't seem to mind. "You're strong," he said.

Not as a compliment.

As a fact.

Alice looked at him.

"You too."

Without emotion.

Without interest.

This made his gaze narrow slightly.

"But you don't seem to want to fight."

Alice shrugged.

"It's not necessary."

She twirled her finger, and the map beside her rearranged itself, showing a direct path.

"I can go straight to the center."

She pointed.

"Then fighting now is a waste of time."

Shura watched the projection for a moment. His eyes gleamed slightly, not with surprise, but with recognition.

She wasn't just navigating the labyrinth.

She was… ignoring him.

Just like another participant.

His smile widened.

"Then I'll delay you."

Alice sighed, lightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Why?" The question was genuine.

Shura took another step, and the pressure increased.

"Because I want to fight you."

Simple.

Direct.

Alice was silent for a moment. Her eyes fixed on him, assessing him.

Then, slowly, she raised her hand again.

The map disappeared.

The golem moved, and the stone beneath its feet began to vibrate, not violently, but deeply, as if something were being summoned from below.

She looked at him.

No smile.

No irritation.

But now…

More focused.

"Then be quick."

The energy around her began to condense, making the air heavy, dense, almost difficult to penetrate.

"I still want to reach the center."

Shura lowered his posture slightly, relaxing his muscles but intensifying his presence. His eyes shone with pure interest.

"We'll see…" he said, smiling. "…if you can get past me first."

And then he moved forward.