Demon Laws

Chapter 40: God ‘Blessing’?

Kick it!

The goal!

Inter Milan 2 - 1 AC Milan.

Great Grosso, continuing the glorious tradition of Italian football. Facchetti and Maldini are possessed at the moment. He's not the same guy! He's not the same guy!

“What the fuck is this?” Dewey stared at the television with furrowed brows. “Why broadcast Serie A commenting on the World Cup?”

He walked over there to pat the television, then took out a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, lit it up and smoked it.

It's been delicious for a long time not smoking. There are no cigarettes in the Roland Empire.

Hm? What am I talking about? Roland Empire?

Dewey suddenly felt his mind a bit chaotic, then a flash of memory entered his mind quickly.

Then the scenery in front of him, the living room, sofa, coffee table, TV, closet, suddenly revolved, followed by objects around, then turned into a huge vortex. Dewey stood in the middle of the vortex and was immediately sucked in.

D-shit! Milan derby! Let me watch it until it's over...

It was like there was an explosion in his mind, then it was like someone kept knocking on his head.

Dewey felt his head hurt and wanted to explode.

“Argh...” Dewey groaned while holding his head, but found that his head was wet.

What the hell's going on?

Dewey opened his eyes.

He finally realized.

The living room, the couch, the television, the Milan derby.

Dewey is currently lying on a raft. Her body was soaked, her hair was a mess. He also felt a little cold.

He rubbed his head and it still hurt. It feels worse than the migraine headaches Dewey had in his previous life.

Dewey began to try massaging the acupoints in the head to stop the pain. However, he soon found trouble in his head.

Right in the middle of the top of his head, when getting rid of the hair, he could feel a small lump there.

It's a horn!

The remaining symptoms of fainting eventually disappear. Dewey sighed and recalled his deal with Chris.

And right, horn. Haha, there's a horn on my ship now.

This horn was hard and cold, fusing with the skin and bones in his head. Not at all like ‘transplant’.

Fortunately it was not very long, only a third of a finger and as thick as a thumb.

Dewey kept touching the horn on his head. “Aish, out of what material Chris made it. It doesn't seem like a bone.”

There are no waves in the sea at the moment. Around them was a vast ocean, they had clearly been far away from that terrifying little island.

The raft beneath his body was the raft he had made on the island before. Exact same. Even the seams where the fabric strips are connected are exactly. It was sewn with small sharp twigs as needles and bark that was rubbed until smooth as thread.

Hasn't this raft sunk? Chris could have given it back. Real great.

There are also two girls.

Joanna and Vivian were also lying on the raft. They hugged with their eyes closed, breathing regular, obviously sleeping.

Seeing that their eyelids were both moving, a sign of getting up, Dewey immediately ruffled his hair. After thinking, he pulled the cloth on his body to wrap around the head, making a sailor-like hat.

Vivian realized first. He opened his eyes, then looked at Dewey for a moment in a daze. “Hm... How long have I slept?”

Dewey smiled. “Not long.”

Joanna suddenly screams, “Argh…. Where is the wave?! Where is the wave?! Where is the storm?!”

Dewey blinked his eyes, looking at Joanna with a smile. “What storm? What wave?”

Joanna was confused. “I remember that we rolled up waves and storms, then our raft sank.”

Dewey looked at Joanna's face and sighed. He reached out to touch his forehead. “Do you have a fever?” He pointed around. “Look, aren't we on the raft and okay? Gosh, you must be exhausted so have a bad dream.”

Vivian even chimed, “Eh... a-a-I also dreamed we were swept by the waves and ra-raft sank.”

Dewey silently nodded. It seems Chris was right, they won't remember what happened after coming to their senses.

Joanna stood up, her eyebrows tightly knit. “No storm, but my dream is too scary and real.”

His expression was gloomy, his brows furrowed, he tried to think but could not remember. Vivian looked at Dewey with her big eyes, she looked puzzled.

“Already...” Dewey's a little guilty. He smiled as he said, “I think you guys are too tired. Speaking of dreams, it turns out your dreams are the same. I was actually dreaming too. My dream has something to do with you guys.”

“What?” both girls at the same time.

Dewey smiled. “I dreamed that I was lying on a comfortable mattress in the castle, with the two of you by my side.”

Dewey said as he walked over to it, then embraced them.

Vivian immediately blushed and lowered her head, while Joanna also looked embarrassed, but resentment was more domineering.

Plaque! He slapped Dewey's hand, then kicked him.

Dewey almost fell into the sea, he smiled wryly. “It was just a dream, why are you so angry?”

“Shut! Don't talk about dreams again!” Joanna's face was still red.

He looked around and suddenly exclaimed, “We are already out of danger! We've already left the island!”

Looking at the vast ocean all around, the three people cheered. However, Dewey was just pretending.

“Try your magic,” Dewey said.

Vivian and Joanna cast magic, but there seems to be a bit of trouble.

Vivian uses wind magic to speed up the screen, but only a gentle gust of wind comes out, and disrupts her hair and Joanna.

As for Joanna's more hasty nature, she wanted to fly straight from here. Unfortunately, just flying for a while, he fell into the sea.

With a few retreats, Dewey swam towards Joanna to save her. This poor witch had swallowed a few sips of seawater.

The salty sea water made him choke. After boarding the raft, he fell face down and vomited.

“Already, witches. It seems that your magic power has recovered quite a bit, but has not returned to normal. Only slightly better than when on the island.” Dewey looked at Joanna while holding a smile. “Joanna, you can only fly a dozen meters when on the island. But you flew over twenty meters, you know.”

“You laughed at me! Yuck!” Joanna had just wanted to retaliate, but something came out of her throat, she fell face down and vomited again.

Dewey squinted his eyes smiling. “I guess, the effect of your magic being held will still last for some time even though we have already left the island. The effect will disappear slowly, not in an instant. I guess, two more days can be back to normal.”

“How do you know? Huh!” joanna asked coldly.

“I guess.” Dewey shrugged his shoulders.

Actually, Chris told him.

Two days were not too difficult to get through, the important thing was that they did not experience a storm. One more thing, must resist hunger for two days.

They can only eat the lanyards of plants when on the island. Before boarding the raft, Dewey thought of all the ways to dig more for backup, but the amount was too little. Can only last one day.

Their food is over this afternoon.

The three of them were in their infancy so hungry easily. The past few days had only eaten a little, surviving until now was the limit.

Dewey was once again eyeing the cage hanging from Vivian's waist.

The fat Illusionary Demon is like a ball.

Vivian already had an understanding of Dewey. Seeing Dewey's gaze increasingly sweep over his little cage, how could he not know of his intentions?

The foolish girl hugged her cage tightly, not stopping to stare at Dewey with a pleading gaze.

Almighty God, bless poor little Vivian, and also Juju.

On this night, the Supreme Lord Jesus finally accepted Vivian's prayer for the first time in recent days.

The light appeared at the end of the sea, then got closer. Dewey figured it was a ship.

His body of lesion was instantly excited for an instant. Joanna and Vivian also stood up, shouting and waving at the ship.

Dewey calmly stared at the ship for a moment.

Getting closer, a pair of screens are seen. The ship was not large and somewhat damaged, but there was a thing that made Dewey's eyebrows lift.

The flag fluttering on the mast of the ship was set in black, with a picture of a skull and two crossed swords underneath.

Pirate flags?

Dewey smiled. God was so good to me, he delivered a pirate ship!