Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP-Chapter 233 : The Demon They Wanted to See

The blood dripping before her eyes wasn’t coming from the outside world.

It was within. Inside a vision that was swallowing her whole.

Her sight was blurring. Fading at the edges. As if something deep within her skull was pulling her consciousness into a place she wasn’t meant to go.

But in return, she was getting stronger.

And the others could feel it. The ambient mana around them thickened to a suffocating density. Every breath became heavier.

Every attempt to absorb energy from the surroundings met resistance, as if the air itself now belonged to her.

Lilith’s face screamed of anger. Absolute, unfiltered rage. Not at the enemies surrounding her. Not at the pain tearing through her body.

At herself.

At how weak she had been. Not in strength. In mentality.

Her eyes shifted to Seris. Still on the ground. Still twitching. Refusing to surrender even as the teleportation runes flickered around her broken body.

Lilith hissed.

In the next moment, the closest target became her prey.

The dark mage boy with the cursed sword barely registered the movement before she was already in front of him. Her speed had ascended to something entirely new.

His instincts screamed. He raised the cursed blade as a shield to block her incoming fist.

The force that connected with the sword was beyond anything the relic was designed to absorb. The blade cracked down the center. Then shattered completely.

The cursed fragments dissolved into nothing as the relic’s core was annihilated.

Before shock could settle across his face, a kick came at his skull. He raised his elbow to deflect.

The elbow dislocated on impact. His head slammed into the ground below from the sheer downward force. His body bounced once. Then went still.

Ava murmured, only loud enough for Celestine beside her to hear. "Should you not heal him? Poor guy looks miserable."

Celestine glanced at the crumpled body without a shred of concern. "Why bother and waste our mana? Maybe it would be more efficient to save some. Who knows how much havoc this demonic bitch Jax is trying to protect will unleash."

Understanding hit Ava. She nodded slowly. Then said, "By the way, where is he?"

Neither of them had an answer.

On the ground, the dark mage’s runic gear glowed brighter. The monitoring division had seen enough. His unconscious body was teleported away.

Lilith was now staring at Leo from the Martial Academy.

Her eyes. Those bleeding, mismatched, inhuman eyes locked onto him with the focus of a predator that had already decided its next kill.

Leo flinched.

He was panicking. Every instinct inside him was screaming to run. His body, already beaten and bloodied, trembled beneath the weight of her gaze.

Lilith was losing her mind. Her consciousness was fading. Her vision narrowed further with each passing second.

Something else was taking the wheel. Not a foreign entity. Her own rage. Consuming her. Controlling her movements with a brutality that the real Lilith would never permit.

Blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. The cost of maintaining this form.

But she charged anyway.

Leo, in a final act of courage, closed his eyes. He shut out the world. Shut out the fear. Focused every remaining drop of mana into his body, then concentrated it all into his palm.

He entered a meditative state for a single breath. Tracking Lilith through her energy signature. Feeling her approach. Sensing the exact distance.

Now.

His eyes snapped open. His palm thrust forward.

"Take this, you fiend! ROARING LION!"

The attack never landed.

Lilith caught his wrist mid-thrust. Her fingers wrapped around the joint and halted every ounce of force he had gathered as if it were nothing.

His eyes went wide.

She threw him.

His body left the ground entirely. Spinning through the air before slamming spine-first into a tree trunk with a sound that made the bark explode outward. Blood erupted from his mouth on impact.

But Lilith wasn’t done.

She rushed toward his crumpled form. Grabbed him by the throat. Lifted him off the ground with one hand. His feet dangled uselessly.

Her other hand found the top of his skull. Fingers gripping. Twisting. Slowly rotating his head as if she intended to tear it clean off his neck.

Leo’s mouth opened. No words came. Only a choked gurgle as his vertebrae screamed under the pressure.

[Danger detected. Force teleporting Student Leo.]

His body vanished from her grip. Ripped away by the monitoring division’s emergency protocol.

Lilith’s hands closed around empty air.

She was pissed.

Her head turned. Those bleeding eyes swept the clearing until they found the next target.

The other martial boy.

He stood across from her. His posture was different from Leo’s. He wasn’t looking at her with fear. Wasn’t panicking. Wasn’t trembling.

He was looking at her as a worthy rival.

In the next instant, both of them moved.

Lilith exploded forward. The boy launched himself to meet her. The grass and soil beneath their feet ripped apart, dirt and roots flying backward from the sheer force of their acceleration.

They collided in the center.

His opening strike was a spinning back-elbow aimed at her temple. Precise. Trained. The kind of technique drilled ten thousand times until muscle memory replaced thought entirely. Lilith’s forearm rose and swatted it aside.

He pivoted instantly. Low sweep targeting her knees. She jumped it and drove her heel downward. He rolled sideways, came up with a rising palm strike that caught her chin and snapped her head back.

She didn’t even blink.

Her fist came down like a hammer. He crossed both arms overhead to absorb it. The impact cratered the earth beneath his feet. His knees buckled. Bones screamed. But he held.

A counter-knee found her ribs. She took it. Didn’t flinch. He followed with a three-hit combination to her midsection, each strike landing clean, each one carrying enough force to shatter stone.

Lilith’s body absorbed every hit. And grew angrier.

He could feel it. With every blow he landed, her power rose. As if pain was fuel and he was feeding the fire.

His breathing was ragged now. Technique still flawless. Speed still elite. But it didn’t matter. The gap was widening with every exchange. He was fighting perfectly and still falling behind.

He raised both arms to guard high, then launched a straight kick aimed at her torso to create distance.

The kick connected clean against her stomach.

Lilith barely slid back. Her expression twisted further into rage. She grabbed the leg still pressed against her body, pulled him forward, and drove her fist straight into his gut.

The impact wasn’t just physical. His mana shattered at the point of contact. His organs screamed.

His body folded around her knuckle before launching backward several meters, skipping across the dirt like a thrown stone before crashing to a stop.

Lilith screamed and charged toward the fallen boy. Going for the kill.

But a dark beam cut across her path and struck her squarely in the arm.

She raised the limb and took it head on. She didn’t care about the pain anymore. Her runic fabric tore apart.

The skin on her forearm burned and blistered. But she pressed forward through the beam without slowing.

Then holy light joined the assault from Ava’s side. A déjà vu that Lilith recognized too late.

The holy magic struck her side, connecting with her stomach. She raised her other hand to block the continuing barrage.

She was pushed back. Caught in a deadlock between two streams of magic. One dark. One holy. Both converging on her body from opposite sides.

She had no senses left to fight with strategy. The other side of her, the side now driving every action, only knew brute force.

Seeing herself trapped, the frustration boiled over. All the pain, all the damage, all the rage compounded into something that transcended reason.

Lilith’s face no longer resembled anything the people who knew her would recognize.

Clenched teeth. Bleeding eyes.

An expression that belonged to a wild animal cornered and ready to tear apart everything within reach. The polar opposite of the Lilith most knew.

She screamed.

The sound wasn’t human. It carried across the battlefield, over the trees, past the river. Birds scattered from their nests. Beasts that had been hiding in the forest fled even further.

The mana aura around her body thickened violently.

Her horn extended longer, and from its tip, blood began leaking in a thin stream down her face.

Her eyes bled harder under the immense internal pressure.

Then she slapped the dark beam aside.

Like it was nothing. Her hand simply swatted the concentrated dark magic away as if brushing off an insect.

Ava’s holy magic struck her mana coat and failed to penetrate. It simply dissolved against the purple barrier surrounding her body.

Every spectator watching through the runic projections went silent.

Holy magic. Useless against a demon. That wasn’t supposed to be possible.

Lilith walked forward. Maniacally. Toward the martial boy who was getting back on his knees despite a dislocated arm. Still trying to fight. Still refusing to stay down.

Celestine raised her hand. Her lips began forming the word. "Debu—"

"Don’t."

Cleenah’s voice cut through. Cold. Calculated.

"Don’t use your debuff magic on her. Let her get consumed by her own power." The paladin’s eyes gleamed with something cruel. "Let these filthy fiends’ true colors be shown to the world. Just wait for some time before we proceed to actually dissect this demon."

Celestine lowered her hand.

From behind Lilith, a wall of wood erupted from the ground. Directly in her path. Blocking her advance toward the fallen boy.

Lilith stopped.

She turned slowly. Her bleeding eyes found Seris. Still on the ground. Still broken. But somehow still alive. Still casting. Still refusing to let her body surrender.

Lilith spoke. The voice that came from her mouth was not her own. Deep. Layered. Demonic. Terrifying in a way that made the air vibrate.

"What do you think you are doing, pest?"

Seris’s eyes widened with shock. But she held her ground.

"Snap out of it, Lilith! You don’t know what you’re—"

Lilith didn’t wait for her to finish.

A blast of demonic energy launched from her palm. Aimed directly at Seris.

Seris raised her barriers. Wooden hands coated her body in a desperate shell of protection.

The demonic energy struck the wood, burned through the outer layers, and delivered the remaining force straight into Seris’s already destroyed body.

She hit the ground.

Utterly defeated. Broken beyond what should have been physically endurable. Yet still refusing every warning.

Still rejecting every teleportation prompt. Still clinging to consciousness with a stubbornness that bordered on insanity.

She didn’t know what to do anymore.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t reach Lilith through words.

So she prayed. For someone. Anyone. To help them.

And at that moment, a dark magic circle formed beneath them.