"He is dead!? Are you sure?" If an outsider saw this scene, they would pull out their eyeballs in disgust.
A hairy man with a big fat belly, hanging man-boobs, a black curly unshaved beard covered in food crumbs, and an unavoidable stench from his greasy hair—which was partially gone—making his head look like rotten bread.
He shoved a finger into his nose, which was leaking dark green liquid. He looked smugly at the handsome boy kneeling on the ground, jealous of his flowing black hair and bright golden eyes.
"Yes, Johan Von Matilda is dead. We can be sure of it." Leor spoke calmly, without looking up.
"Hah. As expected of that bastard. Of course he lost. I can have Selene all to myself. She's got the traits of Alya. Oh, sweet Alya, you can rest well. Your daughter is in good hands." He said, rubbing his big belly happily.
'Fat pig!' Leor cursed him under his breath, suppressing the urge to kill him now.
Even he wanted to puke at the fact that a 54-year-old man was trying to woo a 14-year-old.
He was Arnald Von Fitzgerald, father of the Monarch, and former patriarch of the House Fitzgerald.
'Surprisingly, this disgusting pig was one of the main antagonists in the future arcs. He made a contract with the strongest Devil to ever exist, a being equal to the Goddess of Creation herself—the 'negative' of the world—Lucifer.' Leor shook his head.
He needed to bind Lucifer to his system no matter what. It was necessary if he wanted to rule this world… and perhaps, the entire universe. Who knew how many transmigrators were already here? He wasn't optimistic enough to believe he was the only one with a system.
Binding Lucifer would take time, but the first step was getting close to Arnald. That way, he could form a contract through him.
'From the lore, he was born beside the creator, Ymir—born from Ymir. When Ymir wept from loneliness, the negative emotions she felt gave birth to the first devil.' Leor smirked.
'I don't really mind sharing Selene… yeah right. I just gotta ask her to seduce him, so we can improve the living conditions of the commoners.' He grinned with a sigh.
Selene should have belonged to him alone. But the powers and abilities of Lucifer were more enticing than even Selene's purity.
'I need power. More power.' He hardened his gaze, suppressing all emotions with a deep breath.
Suddenly, Leor's face darkened. His breathing grew ragged. A raspy voice echoed in his mind.
[I want to have sex with Selene, without her consent. Make her beg for mercy. I wanna pour burning metal over that smooth body, ruin it. I wanna pluck out her tooth and 'use' her toothless jaw. I wanna pluck her hair, and nails, one by one. I wanna break her. Yes, I deserve it. She should serve me. I am better than Johan. I was the one who deserved Alya, not him.]
Whooshh!
Flesh, organs, bones, blood—everything splattered across the luxurious tiles and furniture of the enormous room.
Leor's face was drenched in blood, his breath heavy, his eyes bloodshot.
He held Arnald's ugly head in his hand. Nothing else remained intact.
He inhaled deeply and crushed the head into pulp—like squeezing a lemon… but entirely.
He had acquired the skill to read minds from a minister in the Midgard Empire after pulling many strings. But it was worth every bit of effort.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.
"Your Majesty!! Is everything alright!?" Ten knights in shining golden armor entered, casting sealing magic over the room to ensure no one escaped.
One of them curved his hand in a backward motion. Another kicked the giant front door open.
Leor sighed, moving a finger.
Thammm!
Twenty white, slimy tentacles shot from Leor's body. Some went underground. Some lunged straight at the knights. Others ambushed from the sides—but—
Every single person who saw him had their heart pierced. Even the nearby maids and butlers were not spared. Leor wasn't sure if they had heard anything, but he wouldn't take the risk.
"I didn't really mind letting you have some fun with Selene, but you were pushing your luck with the kinks." Leor looked down at the puddle of blood.
Suddenly, his pupils dilated. He instantly cocooned himself with white tentacles while activating Selene's skill, Drama Queen, rendering himself invulnerable. But even that didn't feel safe enough.
That instinctive, primal fear hadn't disappeared. It was like something vile… something depraved had brushed against his soul. And now it was swallowing him.
"You're… interesting, boy." An overwhelming pressure—far worse than the pressure of death at the courtroom—manifested.
A black translucent dim light formed over the pool of blended corpses.
(The white tentacles hadn't just killed the guards; they had turned them into a smoothie, slicing them brutally millions of times.)
His entire body recoiled in fear. Yet… a wild, ecstatic grin curled across his face.
"…Lord Lucifer, you don't know how bad I wanted to meet you." Leor spoke calmly, his body trembling with primitive fear—but his eyes were firmer than they'd ever been.
Leor hesitantly pulled out a red gem, a helpless unease across his face. It connected instantly to Radhaan.
"Got some trouble. Could you make Daystar attack the royal palace? I'll discuss the details with him." He mumbled quietly, not wasting time.
"Mhm." Radhaan hummed softly, already at work.
It was actually beneficial to him to build some terror around Alistar in the Aurelian Empire—the strongest human nation.
"Tch!" Johan dropped the paper cup he was holding onto the stone street, catching the attention of street vendors and the surrounding crowd.
Kirin frowned in disgust. Johan couldn't even handle such a low level of heat.
"Not my fault when you give me fucking magma in a paper cup and tell me to prevent the paper cup from any damage." He muttered under his breath, low enough for only Kirin to hear.
Nearby, a group of beautiful cat girls roamed the area, their short dresses barely covering their breasts and hips—leaving nothing to the imagination.
Their ample chests—no, even ample was an understatement—the reason for Johan's distractions.
The Crimson Empire was a pro-diversity nation, allowing all races to coexist in equality—except Demons or other primitive monsters.
"Pick it up!! Now!" Kirin shouted.
Johan immediately bent down and started scooping the burning liquid with his hands. He flinched in pain but didn't dare stop until every drop was retrieved.
For now, they were training in basic Aether reinforcement. Covering one's body with raw Aether to enhance durability was the most basic combat skill. But it took time to master.
Time they didn't have.
So, in Kirin's mind, the fastest method of learning was—pain.
And it seemed to work—perhaps due to how Johan's body had genetically changed thanks to the God Tree's sapling inside him.
She grinned as Johan held the burning magma in his hands. Way less flesh burned off this time. Thankfully, no bone soup. A definite improvement from last time—when he basically liquefied both his hands.
"Let's continue this later. We're almost at the guild!" Sebastian's voice rang in their ears.
They instantly looked up. The Hunter's Guild was visible behind him—
At first glance, it looked like a high-end tavern, beautifully built with polished dark wood, volcanic stone, and large sweeping arches.
Palm trees encircled the building, subtle protective runes etched into their trunks—a defense system strong enough to withstand a nuclear bomb.
The guild's insignia shone above the entrance—Eight long swords piercing a massive shield—designed to cover an entire person.
Johan's eyes widened, recognizing someone standing under the shade of the building.
He instantly pulled Sebastian and Kirin into the shadowed corner of an alley.
"Let's disguise ourselves first!"