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Chapter 26 - [26] Dominating the King of Hell (Bonus)

To summon a demon, one first needed to possess magical power.

After learning about this world's phenomenon manipulation techniques—in other words, magic—through [Revelation], Solomon successfully awakened his own magical power after numerous experiments.

Once familiar with the flow of magic, he began preparing the summoning ritual.

First, it took several days to complete the demonic summoning circle.

Next was activating this demonic summoning circle with magical power to call forth the corresponding demon.

However, being human, his physical capacity couldn't compare to that of a god, making it impossible to channel enough power at once to activate the magic circle.

Thus, he needed to continuously pour in magical energy until it was sufficient, without any interruption—otherwise, he'd have to start over.

But what if his body's magical reserves were exhausted before completion?

Overdrawing would mean burning his life force.

Yet even burning through his entire lifespan wouldn't be enough to activate this demonic summoning circle.

Therefore, he naturally borrowed power from the root of the universe.

While tapping into the root of the cosmos might grant him seemingly infinite magical output, this wasn't necessarily good.

If a human body borrowed too much, it would simply be eroded and assimilated by that power.

"Almost there..."

After a grueling week, the demonic summoning circle was nearly satiated.

The massive summoning circle before him now glowed with an eerie blue mist.

Glancing at his hand pressed against the circle, he saw mysterious, twisted patterns and black spots crawling up from his palm to his arm, chest, and even one side of his face.

These were the signs of his excessive use of the root's power.

Suddenly, the circle's light shifted from eerie blue to dark red, making him smirk—the magical energy was fully charged.

At this moment, he sensed a faint connection. He could feel Hell, its gateway beginning to open.

The space above the summoning circle distorted, forming a black spherical vortex like a black hole.

The counterclockwise-rotating black hole suddenly stopped, then reversed direction, erupting with intense air currents.

Thus, the passage to Hell was officially established.

Then, the black hole vibrated unnaturally before contorting.

No—it wasn't twisting, but rather... transforming.

In the blink of an eye, a demon with four wings on its back—no, more accurately, a fallen angel with four black feathered wings—appeared before him.

This fallen angel, Belial, was once a Power Angel, rumored to be the first angel created by God. After his fall, he became one of the Seven Princes of Hell, the Demon King of Sloth, and the master of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods.

He was kneeling on one knee, head bowed low.

"My Lord, what is thy command?"

As the Great Demon King of Hell and ruler of the Seventy-Two Demon Gods, Belial lowered his proud head and spoke with reverence.

In this world, there was only one being who could make him act so subservient—his Lord.

In this world, only his Lord could summon him—no, enslave him—through this demonic summoning circle.

But this so-called "demonic summoning circle" was essentially a slave-binding array, forcing him to obey unconditionally.

Whatever the Lord commanded, he had no choice but to comply.

So, what did the Lord want this time?

Hmm? Something was off.

The surrounding space lacked any trace of divine energy. He didn't seem to be in Heaven—rather, it felt like the mortal realm.

Still keeping his head lowered, his eyes flicked upward, catching sight of a pair of legs. But he sensed no divine aura from this figure—only the presence of a human.

Wait… an unusual human presence.

He jerked his head up, and sure enough, standing before him was a mere human—not the Lord he had expected.

If this wasn't the Lord, then this person had no right to demand his kneeling.

On the contrary, bowing to a human was an insult to his dignity as the King of Hell.

Rising to his full height—over three meters tall—he glared down at the human with contempt.

"Human, you—"

"Could you sit down? You're so tall, and craning my neck to talk to you is exhausting."

In an instant, an irresistible force compelled Belial to sit down against his will.

For a moment, he was stunned.

Had he just been ordered around… by a human?

Rage surged within him, his killing intent flaring violently, causing the very air to tremble with a low hum. He lunged forward, claws outstretched—only for his hand to slam against an invisible barrier just before reaching the human.

To be precise, an overwhelming force prevented him from harming this human.

As if… this human had become his master.

What the hell was going on?

Had this human actually used a summoning circle specifically designed for him to drag him out of Hell?

Realizing this, Belial's expression twisted into one of shock.

"Damnable Lord! You wretched bastard, making me serve a human?!"

Belial couldn't hold back anymore. He cursed openly, his murderous aura so intense it made the air vibrate.

He had truly had enough!

"Hey, could you calm down? I think you've misunderstood something."

The human's unfazed demeanor only fueled his fury.

"Misunderstood? You're nothing but a lowly human! How dare—"

"Silence!"

Bound by the summoning circle's compulsion, Belial's mouth snapped shut against his will.

"Belial, judging by your reaction, you really despise that Lord of yours, huh?"

"Hmph!"

"So, how about working together?"

This human's proposal made Belial, who had been scoffing, pause in slight astonishment.

"Cooperate on what?"

A mere human actually wanted to team up with him? Especially knowing full well the one he despised?

How ridiculous. Did they actually think they could join forces to rebel?

"How about partnering with me to slay a god?"

What did this human just say? Was he hearing correctly—slay a god?

Are you kidding me?

Yet, from this human's eyes, Belial saw no trace of deceit.

Those narrowed eyes, their dangerous glint, actually made his heart skip a beat.

At this moment, even he—the mighty King of Hell—felt a palpable pressure emanating from this human.

His pupils contracted as he sensed something no human should possess—magical power.

If this human had some divine lineage, it might have made sense. But as the King of Hell, he could instantly confirm that wasn't the case.

This human defied the gods' common sense, reaching the divine realm with mortal flesh!

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