[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu":3,"chapter-i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-187":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm a Forest Warden—Why Am I Enslaving a Succubus?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2329231,4555,"Chapter 187: Reasons and Origins","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-187",187,"\u003Cp>His clothes were torn, revealing solid muscle covered in an unknown transparent armor that didn’t budge under the blade’s slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew and struck his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another damn monster?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader let out a shrill cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he chose to strike first—there was no time to dodge—and this slash achieved nothing, not even slowing the opponent’s charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsurprisingly, he was slammed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head was seized and slammed hard into the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half his face, frozen in shock and terror, sank into the soil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is this strength?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is mid-sixth tier?? You could convince me I was pinned by that Xiaoxiong  just now!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you from? What organization? Why target the tree spirits of Windwall Forest? And what exactly are those things attacking tree spirits?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De fired off a string of questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was grim, his grip tightening:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll count to three. If you don’t answer, I’ll break your fingers one by one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the man was the type who wouldn’t cry until he saw the coffin—he roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Andy! Hawkins! Come help me kill this bastard!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I’m joking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De drove a straight punch into the back of his skull, driving it deeper into the ground, dirt spraying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he held back—he couldn’t crush the skull and then ask questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough force to stun, not injure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the man was dazed, Luo De seized his right index finger, twisted it backward with a crack, then wrenched it left and right, tearing off skin and flesh together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aaaahhhhh!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the screams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two spiritual warriors lunged at him with blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De flung the severed finger at one man’s face—splat—blood smeared across his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With [Dragon Scale Technique], he had no need to dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught both steel blades bare-handed; sharp screeching and sparks erupted as the blades locked fast, immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiot! Got him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue-haired swordsman sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, his steel sword shimmered with spiritual light, then burst into green dust that, as if alive, slammed into Luo De’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seeped into his lungs with each breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my [Corrupted Spore Sword], hard-won after much effort. I admit your spiritual defense technique is impressive—but how do you defend against destruction inside your body?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man, convinced of victory, even took time to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, fearing contamination by the [Corrupted Spores], dropped his weapon and stepped back beside the blue-haired swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Luo De’s waist: “I want those two swords.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue-haired swordsman: “Are you joking? I killed him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still want one. Look at my sword—it’s bent from his grip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader, writhing on the ground, snarled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bastards! What are you doing?! This isn’t some ordinary sixth-tier! Go finish him off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blue-haired swordsman dismissed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter how extraordinary, he’s still human. My [Corrupted Spore Sword] was bought from Amel—even a seventh-tier lizardman can’t resist it. In five seconds, he’ll be a puddle of pus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished speaking, he felt something block the sunlight behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he turned, his whole body jolted—agony slammed through his back, piercing straight to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t speak; blood poured endlessly from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he looked down did he see—a bloody, massive hand protruding from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-How is this possible…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De discarded the corpse, his expression calm as he stared at the remaining man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A layer of pink-purple wrathfire rose, burning away all blood and internal organs from his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the pink-purple glow, his face looked terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man was paralyzed with horror and instantly sought to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled a small leather ball that burst midair into thick smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De’s arm moved—[Sacrificial Sword] drew itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden sword-shadow sliced through the air; spiritual energy coalesced into a blade-wave, piercing the air with a piercing shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Screaming Blade Wave] cut through the smoke, severing the fleeing man at the waist. His upper body collapsed to the ground; his lower half kept running, legs pumping for dozens of meters before finally collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader stared in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This spiritual fluctuation—you could convince me he’s seventh-tier!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For ages, the gap between sixth and seventh tier has been immense; crossing that boundary in single combat has been nearly impossible since ancient times, appearing only in newspaper novels or legendary masters’ biographies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this kind of coordinated assault with specialized gear doesn’t count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only recently did Isabella Argyle, the young scion of the Argyle family, single-handedly slay a seventh-tier while at peak sixth-tier—an extremely rare official record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this man—his power, his defense, this level of spiritual fluctuation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a half-seventh-tier himself, he could swear this man was on Isabella Argyle’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this thought formed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost all will to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the other battlefield,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seventh-tier druid’s Xiaoxiong  form showed no mercy—no one could survive a single claw strike; they were now in the final phase of hunting and finishing off survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same old rule—I count to three.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything—just don’t kill me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That depends on how honest you are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader immediately pulled out a magical contract and spilled every secret—everything he should and shouldn’t say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quickly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo De learned the full picture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gnome Pete’s intel was correct—these were all members of the Ruin Brotherhood, and this leader wasn’t even the true mastermind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a plague mage named Amel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ruin Brotherhood had originally been sent by their leader to support the Coral Bay rebellion, but encountered Amel in Dusk Hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made no secret of being a plague mage—even the Ruin Brotherhood, a sewer-dwelling gang, avoided him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he expressed sincere admiration for the Brotherhood and offered them full magical support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ruin Brotherhood never had logistics—they simply raided wherever they went, taking what they could find on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gear quality was obviously terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Amel was a remarkably versatile mage—plague mage was merely one of his many professions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In return, the Ruin Brotherhood only had to deliver captured intelligent races for Amel’s experiments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tree spirits, sirens, ghost pirates, tieflings—all acceptable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew what the plague mage intended to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly, the Ruin Brotherhood had few kind souls; no one cared to investigate the mystery, especially since most of this operation consisted of humans, goblins, and jackalweres.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But clearly, there weren’t many kind-hearted people in the Ruins Brotherhood; no one cared to uncover secrets, and most of those involved in this operation were humans, dog-men, and jackal-men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Amel not specifically rejected goblins, jackalweres, and humans as samples, several of them would vanish mysteriously every night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Amel hadn’t happened to need samples from humans, dog-men, and jackal-men, several people in this group would have vanished mysteriously every night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1133,"2026-06-20T19:55:30.170Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b0dc62ce6678d3fe63662e75310e9970820bb617b1743476e9eb08abbd16ba92","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-188","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-186",704,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-cover.jpg"]