I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

In Hannibal's mind, Van Helsing was still a friend.

The fact that two friends killed another friend caused Egg considerable pain.

After a moment of hesitation, Hannibal released strands of binding thread, wrapping them around Van Helsing and Don Quixote's bodies, as well as their shadows on the ground.

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Van Helsing and Don Quixote's skin was constricted into segments, quickly breaking into fragments under the twisting and grinding of the Demon Wolf's Teeth, with octopus tentacles inside spurting out mucus...

It was evident how much Hannibal hated them.

After crushing their bodies, the binding thread formed a massive vortex, leading to the shadows beneath Van Helsing's feet; Don Quixote's body disintegrated, revealing an egg, but the particles were completely frozen in mid-air, enveloping the egg.

The particles were the brain's sensory receptors; the shadowy egg was blocked by the particles, unable to move at all.

This scene, witnessed by Don Giovanni and the nobles, finally dispelled the confusion of their initial awakening.

The three demons had broken out of the heroes' bodies and were now fighting amongst themselves?

In an instant, the four guests recalled their memories from the ball.

[Kill you all!]

Hannibal's entire body transformed into a mass of binding threads, layered and swirling towards the shadows on the ground.

"It's a fake!" Leiyue twisted the shadows, rapidly writing large characters on the ground, relaying all of Van Helsing's suspicious behavior to Egg.

But Egg didn't listen at all.

So he was punched unconscious by the shadow.

After seven days of dissection, Leiyue could effectively distinguish the brain spirit residing within the skull, so, taking advantage of Egg's inability to emit holy light, the shadow reached out, condensed into a small fist, and shattered Egg's confused thoughts with a single punch.

The storm of binding threads subsided, revealing a trembling crimson brain within a half-open skull on the ground, unwilling to fall asleep.

Leiyue was also grateful that the magic of the library had been drained by these four people—otherwise, if Egg had even used the Scepter of Deception, he might not have been able to win.

"Friends" are difficult to deal with; a moment of carelessness could harm a simple otherworldly demon.

If he had discovered it any later, the three sons of demons would probably have become four dancing flies, performing the Dance of Growth around Beelzebub's rhombus.

"Don't rush to leave..." Leiyue snatched the invitations from Don Giovanni and the others, "Doing so much was all for you; if you leave, my joy will be gone."

Leiyue didn't need the four to answer; he stuffed them and the pile of parts into the shadow space, pulling Shadow back to the library at top speed.

Although the Maze Corridor changed constantly, it wasn't a big problem with Shadow's radar.

Before leaving, Leiyue glanced at the door of the Hall of Delight and the "wine glass" emblem on the door, but saw nothing unusual.

Perhaps because the guests had all left voluntarily, no prohibitions had been violated?

As for the friends and Nightmare Succubi who died during the Dance of Growth... the Hall of Delight probably wouldn't care?

After all, there were guests in the main hall who directly ate male servants as food.

Soon, Leiyue returned to the bone room reception hall with Egg, throwing Don Giovanni and the three nobles onto the ground.

The three nobles had clearly realized they had been kidnapped and were very dispirited, but Don Giovanni's charm hadn't been greatly affected.

"The Skull Clan's dance steps are quite something, but in recent years, not many skeletons have entered the Hall of Delight; many have forgotten, and they miss it," Don Giovanni said, seeing the bone walls and bone throne, naturally assuming this was territory related to the Skull Clan.

"Speak, what was the Dance of Growth just now? Whose private ball was it?" Leiyue ignored Don Giovanni's greetings, going straight to the point.

But even after leaving the Hall of Delight, Leiyue still couldn't hear the thoughts of the four humans in front of him, and he noticed their bodies visibly thinning and weakening.

Clearly, after staying in the Hall of Delight for so long, their lives were quietly fading away.

Those consumed times... were fiercely chasing after their physical bodies.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Van Helsing, private balls don't work that way," Don Giovanni shook his head, "Of course, if I had some wine to wet my throat, I would tell you everything I know."

Leiyue instructed the MiniMinis outside the door to bring Abomination Drink, Ghost Skin Banana Smoothie, and Dwarven Liquor from the storeroom; Don Giovanni reluctantly accepted the Dwarven wine, and began to talk non-stop.

"Private balls aren't balls, demon balls aren't balls..." Leiyue didn't quite understand the first sentence Don Giovanni said, and hurriedly called Scholar Tom to the outside of the Bloody Corridor to listen together.

He also used shadows to describe his experience at the demon ball, synchronizing information with Tom.

"Or rather, the entire demon ball is just a dream, a dream woven by the Nightmare Succubi, a dream that can have a reverse effect on reality."

"The delights that everyone dreams of will become reality in the dream."

"That's why we can feel everything, gain everything, and experience delight."

"Of course, to tailor each guest's dream, the Hall of Delight needs to make some changes in the details, which led to the 'friends' that gave you headaches just now."

Don Giovanni chuckled, perhaps self-deprecatingly: "To be honest, before I saw you kill each other, I thought you were all 'friends'; it was a fantasy triggered by my desire to experience some excitement."

"So the duel was just because we liked dueling? The people and demons who died in the duel were all fake?"

Leiyue looked at the few flies still flitting around in the shadow space, and the 7 demon points and Nightmare Eye he had just collected in the bestiary, beginning to doubt Don Giovanni as a source of information.

"If you think it's fake, it's fake; if you think it's real, it's real; none of that is important, delight is important."

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"Of course those are real," Leiyue certainly wouldn't let those gains dissipate; fortunately, he was already very experienced in deceiving himself.

"But if these 'gains' are all real, what does the Hall of Delight want? They're not a charity."

"They need the guests' delight as nourishment, to absorb and grow. That's the meaning of everything."

"The Hall of Delight provides dreams, provides experiences, even provides materials, all for the sake of obtaining delight," Don Giovanni, as a century-old legend of the demon ball, naturally had a top-tier understanding of the Hall of Delight.

Leiyue thought of those crazy guests and their intense reactions.

"This doesn't make sense at all; it's both dreaming and reality... If I ate an apple in a dream, and then I also ate it in reality, then it's not a dream, it's reality," Leiyue couldn't deny everything he had gained in the demon ball.

"This world is inherently incomprehensible, isn't it?"

"They are demons born of delight and feeding on delight; they have reason to create everything for their own desires..." Don Giovanni took a swig of liquor, and coughed up blood as a result.

As he spoke, Don Giovanni was dying.

Reluctantly, Leiyue pulled Egg aside into a separate room to explain everything about "friends" first.

Egg barely accepted it; the skull containing the embedded brain returned to the bone room reception hall and began to forcibly heal Don Giovanni and the three nobles, but the effect was minimal.

They were still aging at a visible rate.

[Bite my Egg butt... kill my friends... and still want me to work...]

While complaining, Egg sewed up Don Giovanni and the three nobles' blood vessels, replacing organs and bones with self-healing bones and skin made of binding threads, just wanting them to live a little longer.

"Alright, now that you understand the demon ball, what is a private ball?" Don Giovanni finally regained consciousness from the violent coughing, and sipped some wine.

"A private ball... is a certain guest's dream."

The Dance of Growth... is Oogie Boogie's dream?