Carapace Island was full of grayish-white rocks, and the whole island was shaped like a giant seashell. The buildings on the island were also mostly built with shells. Hence, the island was named Carapace Island.

  This island was located in the center of the Demon Islands. Because the resources were scarce, the lands were infertile, and demonic hurricanes would sweep through the island every year from May to June, it was abandoned by all the demon tribes. However, it slowly became a prosperous island that was inhabited by all kinds of demons.

  It was rather similar to Chaos City, and one could find all kinds of demons here.

  However, compared to Chaos City which had the jurisdiction of the Gray Temple and city lord’s castle and a complete legal system, Carapace Island was simply a lawless place. Murders and robberies were very common here as the law of the jungle where the fittest survived spread over the entire island.

  In recent years, the top 10 demon tribes had collaborated to set up the Ten Kings’ Palace. Whoever wanted to do business on the island had to pay a fee to the Ten Kings Palace to obtain their protection so as to ensure their safety on the island to a certain extent.

  However, apart from that, chaos was still the main melody of this island.

  All this information was retrieved by Mag from his memory. Now, he had already stuck on his beard, put on a pair of demon horns, and stuck two pincer tattoos on his body, pretending to be a baltan demon. Yes, all these contributed by those nice and friendly crayfish……

  Amy was wearing two black pincers on her head—they were DIY with the crayfish they had in the morning. She drew a little pair of feelers above her lips and wore an orange-red jacket. She looked like a little crayfish than a little baltan demon.

  Irina changed her white skirt into a black one. Her silver long hair that reached her calves was tucked into her clothes, and she put on a wig of light blond hair that reached her shoulders. Her facial features were also altered by magic. Her blue eyes became red like pomegranate seeds, and although she was still beautiful as ever, her looks had completely changed. She was pretending to be a nightmare.

  Baltan demons used to rank in the upper-middle range among the demon tribes. However, the baltan demons were almost all annihilated during the racial war 100 years ago, and they weren’t even given an island after the war. They seldom appeared in recent years, and basically could be considered extinct.

  On the other hand, nightmares were a very unique existence among the demons. They couldn’t be considered as a tribe, because nightmares could arise from any demon tribes. There were always less than 10 nightmares alive in the world at the same time, so this was also considered as a mysterious heritage. A new nightmare would only appear when one died.

  Apparently, nightmares were able to see the future or bring disasters, but it was never verified. It only made the nightmares even more mysterious.

  These identities would allow Mag and his family to stay on Carapace Island without attracting any unnecessary attention and open a crayfish restaurant.

  Amy waved her pincers as she worriedly said, “Father, would any demon want to roast and eat me since I look like this now?”


  “They sure would be thinking that such a fresh and tender crayfish must have a very good texture,” Irina chimed in with a smile.

  “Wah. That’s so scary!” Amy hugged Mag’s arm as she looked at Irina aggrievedly.

  Mag patted Amy’s head with a smile as he said, “Your mother is just joking with you. If anyone wants to eat Little Amy, they have to go through my cleaver.”


  “Hmm. Father is the best.” Amy nodded and then snorted at Irina. “Mother is bad.”


  “I am bad? If your father can’t defeat the demon that wants to eat you, who do you think is going to save Little Amy?” Irina asked with a smile.

  “Mother is the best. Both of you are the best.” Amy quickly grabbed Irina’s hand with her other hand.

  Mag halted his steps, and seriously told Amy, “Alright. That’s the harbor. Little Amy, from now on, we’re going to experience life with our demon identities. You must remember that you are a little baltan demon called Ay, got it?”


  “Mm-hm, I got it. I am a little demon called Ay.” Amy nodded as she looked toward the harbor excitedly. She already couldn’t wait to introduce her new name to a demon friend.

  “Alright, let’s go.” Mag knew how smart Amy was, and he didn’t need to warn her more. He held her hand and continued onward.

  “Ghost-face Fish! 50 copper coins for 500 g of freshly caught ghost-face fish! Quick, come over to have a look!

  “The last Abyssal Snake Eel. It’s gone if you miss it. Quick, come and snatch it!”


  “Fresh sea fishes. All freshly caught. Selling at a bargain price.”


  Once they got close to the harbor, the vendors’ noisy cries greeted them immediately. It gave Mag the illusion that he was in a wet market.

  The demon fishermen were hawking their freshly caught marine products. There were so many kinds of sea fishes available that the onlookers’ eyes were dazzled. For example, the ghost-face fish that had a black ghost face was still bubbling when it was lifted out of the water. The abyssal snake eel that was over two meters long bit off one part of the wooden bucket’s edge, and it looked ferocious.

  The trio attracted plenty of attention as soon as they appeared at the harbor. It was mostly due to Irina being too beautiful, even after she altered her looks, and Amy being overly cute. Of course, the most important thing was Mag appeared to be too ordinary and not powerful.

  Mag and Irina didn’t care much about those gazes. It was only natural for people to envy, and they were already used to it. If they had to kill simply because they were being looked at, they would never finish.

  Mag was leisurely appraising those marine products that those fishermen were selling. He would ask them about their prices occasionally as an ingredient survey.

  After the rectifications done by the Ten Kings Palace these few years, Carapace Island had fewer conflicts in the day. Although the demons were naturally impulsive, the majority of them treasured their lives. There were many different types of demons, so nobody knew what kind of hidden power that other party could possess. Hence, nobody came to make trouble for them.

  “It’s a little boring.” Irina pursed her lips. Nobody came to seek trouble. This Carapace Island was different from the one it was a few years ago. It really made her hands itch when nobody put their face up to be punched by her.

  Amy, who was walking next to Mag, suddenly pointed at a basin at a short distance away and exclaimed, “Father, look. It’s that big shrimpy!”


  Mag looked at where Amy was pointing, and then his eyes lit up. Weren’t those two crayfish in the basin the ones that the system reared?

  The old fisherman, Tuck, was staring at the two buckets in front of him miserably. As an aged bada demon, he relied on fishing to support his wife and his livelihood. He had rather good luck at fishing today, and he even caught two big weird-looking prawns.

  However, it was exactly these two big prawns—which caused his arms to be numb till now—that destroyed all his gains today. He only placed one of them into the bucket for a brief moment, and all the fish he caught today were dead.