Asmodeus sat quietly amongst the ruins, broken buildings, and fallen towers. This dungeon appeared to be an old historic site, which predated the current empire.
"Haa..."
With a long sigh, he glanced at the shimmering purple light in the broken half-arched doorway of what appeared to be the lord's manor.
'This is rather annoying.'
Ever since Asmodeus came to this world, he never felt this strange stagnation. To become stronger, it always felt like the path resembled a staircase or an escalator. However, from the moment he reached the Demigod stage, and further.
It became harder and harder to make progress.
His current strength might even be lower than several of his wives, who, thanks to their natural bond and acceptance of the world as people born here. Natives, if you would. Their connection and idea of the divine and powers surpassing mortality weren't foreign.
'No, Erika managed to reach this stage thanks to Velvet. Am I just a terrible student?'
