Eight minutes later—
"Not bad, you can actually dodge so many of my slashes—"
"How interesting. Did you get this answer through predicting the future?"
"But you're still too weak. I hope your 'His Majesty the Demon King' can pique my interest a little."
—Fifth round future: Schlacht suffers crushing defeat under indiscriminate slashing.
"I'm really being underestimated..."
"Agusheed, I'll make you understand the terror of infinite loops."
Victory declaration for the sixth round future!
Ten minutes later—
"Your movements are too obvious."
Agusheed looked at Schlacht skillfully dodging the slashes he sent out.
He raised his eyebrows with a chuckle, instantly understanding what was happening.
"A future deduced by Magic to Predict the Future?"
"Looking at his movements... this must be at least the fifth time, right?"
Somewhat interesting, but only somewhat.
Under Schlacht's helpless gaze, a long bloody mark appeared on his abdomen.
Spatial Severance had struck his body at some unknown moment.
But Agusheed hadn't even made the gesture to release Spatial Severance.
As Schlacht's body slowly fell to the ground,
What greeted him next was a casual kick from Agusheed.
"Since you didn't dodge this Spatial Severance—"
"That means you didn't last to this point last time."
"I'm quite curious now, can you continue?"
"If you can, to add some challenge for me in the next possible future..."
"I'll tell you the principle behind that move just now."
"Spatial Severance won't disappear if it doesn't hit the target."
"Even if it accidentally misses, it will turn according to my will and attack again until it cuts down the target."
"There, that simple. Now take this information to the next future."
"Let me see if you can eventually bring me some trouble."
"As for now... I'm going to see that so-called 'Demon King.'"
After revealing his own information, Agusheed continued walking toward his goal.
Even after voluntarily leaking such important information, he showed no panic whatsoever.
Because it didn't matter at all...
Because...
He was the strongest Grand Mage!
—The sixth round future:
The curtain fell after Agusheed's unhurried footsteps disappeared.
"I didn't expect that Spatial Severance would have a 'guaranteed hit' theoretical effect."
"But—he actually revealed the characteristics of his own special move himself—"
"Hehe... Agusheed, you'll regret your arrogance and conceit!"
"This time, you're the challenger!"
Victory declaration for the seventh round future!
Eleven minutes later—
"You're so familiar with the characteristics of my Spatial Severance..."
"But how will you dodge if I expand the range of Spatial Severance to cover the entire hall?"
"I'll cut you directly!"
—The seventh round future ended with the Demon King's castle hall being severed in half.
"Good, good, good—"
"So Spatial Severance can expand its range?"
"Then let me see whether you have more Spatial Severance characteristics, or I can see more futures!"
"I refuse to believe this so-called Spatial Severance has no way to break it—"
Eighth round future—
Ninth round future—
...
...
Ninety-ninth round future—
One hundredth round future—
"How many times have you tried this?"
"Aren't you tired? Don't you understand the absolute difference in strength?"
"My Spatial Severance is invincible under heaven."
One hundred and first round future—
One hundred and second round future—
...
...
Six hundred and sixty-fifth round future—
Six hundred and sixty-sixth round future—
Once again kicking the half-dead Schlacht aside,
Agusheed felt as tired as if he had fought him countless times.
"Aren't you annoyed? Spatial Severance is invincible under heaven, understand?"
Tsk... Why do I always feel like I've said this before?
Shaking his head, stepping over this waste who mastered Magic to Predict the Future at his feet,
Agusheed once again walked toward where the 'Demon King' was.
Wait...
Why did I say 'again'?
Six hundred and sixty-seventh...
Six hundred and sixty-eighth...
...
...
Failure after failure, mockery after mockery.
Finally—
In the eight hundred and eighty-eighth round future, Schlacht achieved his first victory—
Withdrawing the arm that had pierced through Agusheed's chest,
After confirming he had only incapacitated him without endangering his life,
Schlacht's stiff mouth under his mask rarely showed a hint of smile.
"Although it was somewhat harder than I expected, it's finally over..."
"Agusheed, you must understand—"
"No matter how strong you are, I will ultimately be stronger than you."
"Fighting against me, who possesses Magic to Predict the Future, is itself foolish."
Just as Schlacht finished his post-victory declaration,
That sound that would haunt him for life rang in his ears again.
Crack—
Spatial Severance mercilessly bloomed upon Schlacht's body,
Once again causing the vision of this first retainer under the Demon King to gradually blur.
And before his eyes—
The body of 'Agusheed' he had defeated was slowly dissipating like smoke and dust.
"Just defeating a decoy I sent in my place, and look how proud you are..."
Agusheed, who had let his decoy take his place halfway through the fight, emerged from the shadows.
After kicking Schlacht away, he was about to head immediately toward the Demon King,
But in the end, Agusheed couldn't help but turn back to mock:
"Stop trying. Facing me, the world's strongest mage—"
"Consciously admitting defeat and retreating is your best and wisest choice."
—The eight hundred and eighty-eighth round: Schlacht suffers another narrow defeat to Agusheed.
"..."
Schlacht's silence was deafening.
But even so, he still didn't want to give up.
Because—
By now, he could confirm that Agusheed had played all his cards.
No matter how much he mocked with words...
It was just an excuse to disguise his increasingly weary state.
That's right.
Predicting the future had reached its limit.
At this moment, Schlacht held the definite future of victory and confidence.
"I will win."
—Without doubt, victory belonged to the Demon Army's first staff officer,
His Majesty the Demon King's first retainer,
—The Omniscient One Schlacht!!
"How interesting. It seems you've experienced quite a few futures fighting against me..."
"You fought me intensely for a full half hour—"
"Impressive, nameless Grand Demon."
"I should forget about you by tomorrow."
In true reality—
Agusheed kicked Schlacht, who lay before him, to a stone pillar at the other end of the hall.
After making his victory declaration,
He didn't pause or dawdle any longer.
Wiping the scratch from his face, he walked step by step toward where the Demon King was.
One step, two steps...
Very close now.
He could already see that door—
Hehe...
Demon King...
I hope you can be more interesting than your subordinates, more pleasing—
With such feelings, Agusheed reached out his hand.
With a light 'crack,' he severed the door blocking him from the Demon King.
Then, just as his gaze was about to fall upon that tall figure on the throne—
—
Agusheed's vision went black.
He lost consciousness.
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