[{"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-653":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},2329697,4555,"Chapter 653: Support and Severe Injury","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-653",653,"\u003Cp>Pale Corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a clearing deep within the forest, a partially collapsed temple, its dome entirely gone, left with barely a quarter of its walls standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its center stood an open-air circular stone platform, carved with worn-down runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center of the platform was a high-backed throne, carved from a pale substance resembling ivory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the throne’s luxurious cushion lay a crown, meticulously carved from a gray-yellow skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The howling wind, snapped dry branches, and noisy footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was not a single sound of speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence was the defining trait of this region known as the “Throne of No Sound.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver threads of the magic puppet danced through the air, expanding, then contracting violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trees, rocks, and earth were instantly sliced into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was an exception: a white, egg-shaped barrier lay within the cutting zone, unharmed except for bursts of intense sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla Starwhisper, the renowned Cloud Sprite, stared in terror as the elegant puppet, clad in a dark green corseted gown, advanced toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless silver threads formed a vast cutting zone overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the pale moonlight behind it, the puppet’s wooden-faced expression, devoid of emotion, became horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin, pale-faced and frantic, tugged at her shoulder; Lyla didn’t even need to look to guess the shape of her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Star-Spirit lady, whom Lyla had met while searching for Luo De, had one of her calves severed and lay helplessly on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla instinctively moved to help—and immediately drew the attention of the powerful puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this place was a realm of silence, strange whispers suddenly invaded her mind, seeping into her inner world of music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mental defense artifact held for a moment, then proved useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet it wasn’t all bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the whispers split her skull with pain, they continuously reignited her depleted inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin shook her shoulder again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla panicked and swiftly activated the item in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light, drifting cloud rose beneath their feet, lifting both of them and speeding away from the Throne of No Sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had only just entered the Throne’s range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swift-flying cloud carried them clear in an instant; the silence vanished with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the magic puppet behind them still pursued relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin’s face was slick with sweat and pain; she didn’t bother asking about Lyla Starwhisper’s origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled medical supplies from her spell satchel, treated the stump of the severed calf, then immediately retrieved her communication magic stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Activate. Failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Activate again. Still failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!! What the hell is the Homecoming Prophet doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mind-controlled puppet and the relentless whispers drilling into her mind had pushed Medlin to the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t care how you got here—where’s your mental defense item? I saw it just now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla’s face fell: “It’s useless. It can’t block the whispers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense! You haven’t even activated it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin roughly snatched the note-shaped artifact from her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum—a calm, gentle melody sounded. The artifact’s effect was strong, easily enveloping both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cleanly drowned out the whispers in their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin’s expression instantly eased; she exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lyla’s face twisted in horror—her weak demeanor vanished in an instant; she lunged forward, trying to seize back the note-shaped artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin, after all, was among the elite of the Star-Spirits; her reflexes were lightning-fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magical hand formed instantly, pinning the frail Cloud Sprite down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did she notice: this Cloud Sprite was even more corrupted than the puppet—nearly fully controlled by the mysterious whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help screaming: “You’re a sentient being! How can you be worse than a magic puppet?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t just abandon her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been saved by this person—abandoning her now would make her seem monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin sighed, pressed the note-shaped artifact against the Cloud Sprite’s chest, and poured all her power into it, helping her resist the whispers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… why isn’t it working?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her face darkened: “Are you insane? Don’t actively listen! Hey!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin suddenly realized: it wasn’t the artifact failing—it was the Cloud Sprite deliberately shutting it off!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psssh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them, a torrent of silver threads flashed with reflected light, sweeping down like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin cursed under her breath, gritted her teeth, and burned through one of her Web spell slots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep-blue cloak woven from starlight and galaxies swelled outward, swiftly covering both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pssshhh!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The starcloak was shredded to nothing; the silver threads snapped in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the magic puppet reached out with both hands—and another flood of silver threads erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why has it grown so strong?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin screamed in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had just shielded the Cloud Sprite beneath her own body; countless faint crimson lines now oozed blue blood from her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In prior combat, she’d already exhausted all her Web spells for defense and escape; now the attack came too fast—no time for proper incantation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the endless threads descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin let out a bitter laugh: “Never thought I’d die at the hands of my own Vanguard…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a frozen spell orb flew in from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It exploded against the puppet, freezing it into a multi-meter ice sculpture; the silver threads halted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good job!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin froze, then turned in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the mist-shrouded black forest, a ninth-rank Truth Ring glowed faintly, illuminating a staggering figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That voice… it’s Master Motas! The Homecoming Prophet has finally arrived!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin eagerly guided the cloud toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as she drew closer, her smile stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Truth Ring, symbol of a ninth-rank mage, was dim and hollow—proof that all three daily uses of [Arcane Empowerment] and one [Truth Immunity] had been spent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Homecoming Prophet Motas was drenched in blood and ice shards, slumped weakly against a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaping hole pierced his chest; his right arm had been torn clean off, exposing grotesque bone and muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Motas?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Motas collapsed, sliding down the trunk, leaving a trail of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His remaining left hand trembled as he offered Medlin a memory-transmission magic stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get this to the Star Association… and order all Homecoming Prophets to mobilize… this isn’t a monster a ninth-rank can handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his eyelids had been ripped away, revealing a shattered eyeball; fear twisted across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin was infected by his terror—she couldn’t imagine a ninth-rank Homecoming Prophet being defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go! Now! It’s coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about you, Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… can survive! Don’t worry about me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A branch snapped underfoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medlin whipped her head around, terrified, staring into the mist-cloaked black forest to her left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1101,"2026-06-20T19:55:32.419Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9c927b98290405796692be42eceda42d6a89ceb0083eac37c2e4f9a51ac0d276","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-654","i-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-chapter-652",704,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-a-forest-warden-why-am-i-enslaving-a-succubu-cover.jpg"]