[When using the exorcism ritual, Targeted exorcism can be used to expel demons into a specific dimension.]
"I understand."
Aron immediately connected the dots.
The previous banishment method was more like forced deportation – returning to the original place.
Where you came from, there you will return.
But this new reward was completely different. Targeted exorcism meant something closer to… exile.
Like in movies and series, when the enemy is banished into desolation, into the cold of the far north.
Now he could send a demon into any dimension of his choice.
He would not have to return to his original world.
"So, I can throw someone into another hell? Sounds like being able to kill people without raising a sword…"
Aron's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Eliminating Naga had brought him two new rewards.
The first one did not surprise him.
From the first banishment of an ordinary demon, to the first banishment of a dimensional demon, and then to the first banishment of a dimensional demon god.
Three levels, from weak to strong, which perfectly fit the logic of the achievement system.
That was expected.
But the second achievement did catch him off guard.
The first time a dimensional demon god was physically banished.
Physical banishment?
It sounded like it meant complete erasure.
However the system judged it, the reward was clear – a new title.
[Physical Exorcist]
(-10% damage from demons)
(+10% increased damage to demons)
The effects were simple, yet powerful.
Extra layers of defense and offense.
Take fewer hits, strike harder.
Aron smiled and immediately began to think out loud:
"System, have you secretly been playing Glory of the Super League? Titles that give attributes, buffs, bonus damage… This looks like RPG mechanics, not mystical exorcism."
He was sarcastic, but the feeling was real.
It resembled a game far too much.
One might think the system had its own account and, in its spare time, farmed points at his expense.
"No wonder I've had the feeling something was off these past days… How could I lose so many times? That's not my style."
Having found the perfect excuse, Aron shifted all the blame onto the system.
If points had dropped, the one behind the curtain was at fault.
People forget easily.
Aron only remembered his brilliant victories, when he crushed opponents in a second, or when he threw five knives precisely in one second.
As for defeats?
That was something not even worth mentioning.
So, it was clear.
The system had sabotaged him.
...
Fortunately, the exorcist system remained cold and neutral.
It never reacted to his accusations.
It simply ignored everything not directly related to its functions and tasks.
...
When Aron's consciousness returned to reality, he heard Quaggs shouting in a desperate voice, almost crying:
"Kecilius! I beg you, please!"
"If you release me, I will give you all my remaining destruction energy!"
"Not only that, I will regularly send you the energy I receive from the tentacle dimension!"
"Please, just let me go…"
"???"
Aron was momentarily confused.
He had not expected Quaggs to fall so low and start begging for his life.
You are a dimensional demon god!
Do you have no dignity at all?
"You know, Quaggs… once there was a Lord of Hell named Belath."
Aron slowly raised the All-Black the Necrosword and smiled coldly.
"He said something I always found reasonable… I will kill you, and everything that belongs to you, will belong to me."
The implication of the threat was crystal clear.
"…"
Seeing Aron, Quaggs finally could not remain silent.
Just as he wanted to sigh in relief, Aron's threat, cold and deadly, cut through his thoughts.
No… This hellish lord Belath, where did he suddenly appear from?
Wouldn't it be better to sit down, calm down, and talk like reasonable beings?
Quaggs, of course, did not know that grass a meter high had long been growing on Belath's grave.
But he knew one thing…
His next words would decide whether he lived or died.
"Kecilius…"
"Stop, stop!"
"Now call me Aron."
Calm, but resolute. There was no longer any need for false names.
"Yu…"
Quaggs realized his neck was stiff. He couldn't even turn his head.
Luckily, that no longer mattered.
"If you kill me, you will get the destruction energy from my body," he spoke quickly, in a spasm.
"But you will never be able to seize the power of the tentacle dimension!"
The words poured out of him like a torrent, as if even a second's delay would cost him his life.
Aron's gaze was icy and sharp, almost murderous.
"Because I originated from the tentacle dimension… I was stolen from Him! He created me."
"I carry part of His traits. That's why I was able to rule the tentacle dimension, but you cannot!"
"If you try to seize it by force, He will be the first to discover you!"
Quaggs was trembling, but there was still a trace of desperate hope in his voice.
The essence was clear, kill him and take only what was in his body.
Spare him, and not only would he surrender everything he now possessed, but he would also continually send new resources.
Dividends.
Protection fee.
"…"
Aron seemed as if he was momentarily moved.
But in his eyes still flickered the glow of threat.
"First tell me, how do you even distribute the energy of the tentacle dimension?"
"Hm…"
Quaggs hesitated, unsure. He faltered, looking at him in fear.
Puff——!
The All-Black the Necrosword slightly trembled in Aron's hand.
The blade gleamed, ready to cut through any excuse.
Quaggs, although a dimensional demon god, clearly did not have the skill of negotiation.
In panic, he was crossing the line of what he could offer, what he could lose.
It was a thin thread, and he had already stretched it to breaking.
"Alright."
Fortunately, Aron seemed to understand the state Quaggs was in.
He stopped pressing, at least for now.
But those who knew Aron knew:
whenever he seemed lenient and approachable, it was a sign that something much worse was coming.
"I will not kill you, Quaggs… but aside from these circumstances, you will have to do me one more favor."
The evil in his eyes vanished as if wiped away.
His face stretched into a broad smile, warm, friendly, deceitful.
"No problem!"
Quaggs almost jumped from relief.
He raised two tentacles and struck them together, a gesture almost the same as a human hitting their chest with a fist.
Guarantee. Oath.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry. First give me the destruction energy."
"Hm… alright."
Quaggs was confused, but obediently handed over what little he had left.
The only remaining cores of destruction emerged from him in the form of a purple flame.
"That's all you have left? Are you kidding me?"
Aron coldly observed the energy swirling before his eyes.
"It's really gone…"
Quaggs let out a long, painful sigh. When he had given everything, it was as if his life had drained away.
He collapsed to the ground, exhausted, spiritless.
"Cassie… Eh, Aron. Now tell me what's next."
"Don't be nervous. Just a little test."
Aron approached closer and pulled out an exorcism card.
"???"
Quaggs looked confused.
And then, he was blinded by the familiar flash of white light.
At the same moment, he heard Aron's voice, quiet but clear, with a tone of absolute power:
"Targeted Exile: Quaggs.
Banishment to… the Supreme Dimension!"
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