"Parasite? Don't make me laugh. You don't look like a demon at all!"
"Yeah! Don't you dare go around using the word demon!"
A few Ravarn demons shouted the moment the man claimed his race, their voices sharp with ridicule and hostility.
To be honest, even Joe frowned.
He couldn't feel any demon energy coming from the man—not even a trace.
No pressure.
No distortion.
Nothing.
The man merely smirked.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached into his coat and produced two items—
A golden mask.
And a golden dagger.
The smirk widened.
"Don't look like a demon?" he sneered. "You fucking idiots. Don't tell me you've never heard of parasite abilities."
The laughter died instantly.
Parasites.
Everyone there knew what that meant.
Parasite demons did not possess bodies of their own.
Their most basic—and most terrifying—ability was possession.
If a parasite was present, then the body standing before them…
"…So the human body is just a shell," someone muttered.
Meaning—
