The Hero’s Mom Is An Executive Of The Demon King Chapter 37

My goal was to create a dust explosion with flour.

If the red-haired man moved as I had planned, I would certainly be able to damage them.

I was prepared to get involved in this, but I had no intention of dying with them, so I jumped into the lake with desperate determination.

The water in the subterranean lake was much colder than I had expected.

I regretted for a moment that it was so cold, but I took a deep breath and dove as deep as I could, desperately trying to get away from the boat.

Even if I was caught in an explosion, the water should be able to contain the impact.

That’s what I thought, but I didn’t feel the sound of the explosion or the impact I was expecting.

(Had I failed? Was there not enough flour? (Or…?)

As I stepped out of the water to catch my breath, I heard a decapitated scream and turned around to see a small boat on fire.

In the midst of the blazing flames, a black shadow fell into the lake like a dance.

Apparently, it didn’t go as far as to explode, but as expected, the torch’s fire ignited the flour in the air.

The burning boat served as a light and gave me a clear view of my surroundings.

There was a thick pillar of icicles nearby, extending into the water.

I managed to swim over to it, clinging to the pillar and exhaling heavily.

I escaped at the moment, but the situation was still hopeless.

I was alone in a cold, foot-deep subterranean lake.

I couldn’t see the shore and didn’t know which way to go.

Larson was with me back then at the time. I’m sure he’ll let Shiva and the others know and they’ll be looking for me.

Just as I was trying not to lose hope, someone grabbed my foot and dragged me into the water.

Suddenly startled, I flailed recklessly and hit something that freed my leg.

I hurriedly swam to the surface, clung to the pillar again, and was breathing heavily when suddenly a man appeared in front of me.


I gulped and let out an unvoiced scream.

The blazing ship became bright, illuminating the red-black, burned-out face of a man.

His grey eyes glittered with gleam and hatred.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, b***h. How dare you mock me? Don’t think you’re going to get away with it after what you’ve put me through.”

The man grabbed my hair and pushed my head into the water again and again.

I struggled to resist, but the man didn’t budge.

When my wriggling hand became weak, he pulled me out of the water and pinned me against a pillar.

“Hey, hey, don’t die so easily. I won’t be able to keep it up like this.”

Then, as I struggled to breathe, the man put his scorched face close to mine and whispered in my ear,

“I remember what your blood tastes like. Don’t think you can escape from me. I will skin you alive and tort**e you to death.”

( I got caught after all.)

I wanted to resist, but I had already lost the feeling in my limbs.

Thanks to this, I didn’t feel so much pain, but my body felt heavy like lead and I couldn’t put any strength into it.

It was cold. Very cold.

And I felt…very sleepy.

My hand, which was clinging to the pillar, lost its strength and slipped down.

(Ren…mom cant, I don’t think I can go on ….. I’m sorry…)

In my fading consciousness, I felt as if someone in the distance was calling out to me.

TN: Like seriously, she’s suffered a lot. what a world

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