Nezha stepped up his guard, but all he saw was the person he despised the most at the time pushing open the door and entering.His young face was eased with a smile.I'd reverted to my human form. After all, I needed to show the person I was about to kill who I was.To burn him with regret.Simply killing him in my demon form will not cause him to suffer.It would be better to imagine himself being murdered by the person he despises the most.Nezha instead saw Riel's aura, which was only at B-rank.But he didn't let his guard down. The student appeared exactly the same as when he made a mess of his brothel, with the exception of the clothes he was wearing.I observed him as he pondered. It was strange looking at a naked man. I hope he was quick to put on his clothes and that I gave him enough time to do so.I don't want to fight a naked man who keeps dangling his banana in front of me.When enemies met, their eyes turned red with rage. Nezha stared at me with red eyes, yelling, "You k
It was already midnight when I returned to the tavern. And there had been no word from Drey or Rage.That meant they were still working on their task and hadn't encountered any problems.I would have received a notification if one of them died, but I didn't, so it should be fine for them.I'm not sure how strong the Axwell family Head is, but I doubt he's S-rank because there are only about 5 or 6 S-ranks in the empire that are widely known.There could be some who have hidden well, and it would be very unlucky for me if the Axwells had one.I turned on the lamp in my room, and Wise entered, carrying some food."Here is your food, Master.""Um, just leave it on the table."We examined our harvest using the light that was burning inside the room.We didn't hesitate to plunder every single chamber of the brothel on the way back. Alicia had her own room inside the brothel, while all the other women shared a single room.I did not cause any harm to anyone else.I was not one to judge whet
I stood on top of a mountain, watching the Axwell family's mansion as if I were a god watching over its world.My eyes detected multiple demonic auras, totalling at least 500.They were all Mystic rank or higher.I didn't tell Dray and Rage to do it on their own. It was possible, no matter how powerful they were, but it would take too long.And they got it right away.The numerous demonic monsters were creatures we had raised within the dungeon, and this would be their first appearance.I let out a breath as I watched them slowly surround the mansion.I was nervous as if I were presenting to the world a project I had been working on for years.They were my creations.It felt like a thousand butterflies were fluttering around inside my stomach, causing me to lose my appetite.I was actually concerned about their deaths.When it comes to my own 'people,' things are quite different."Master here are the skills we've so far instilled in them."I took the paper and examined it. It gave me
Lucas's figure moved astutely and efficaciously around a swarm of unknown creatures.His figure would flicker once and then every time he moved as if he were moving twice as fast as them. Then reappearing behind any of the monsters, catching them off guard.Slash!Lucas appeared behind one of the monsters and swung his blade towards the monster's neck.The blade blurred as he swung, racing through the air at breakneck speed. His movements were enigmatic, they were the true form of Axwell's Sword Technique.It was a sword technique that emphasized attacking with a burst of pace, increasing the speed of a single part of the body.Others might think that someone has sped up the blade a few times while the body remains stable.It happened so fast that the blade's afterimage lingered in the air for a split second.Another head had fallen.Lucas mentally added up the numbers.‘33’The monster had died for real. In fact, the monster had died three times, and Lucas had killed 33 of them, for
[A new sin has awakened in the vicinity][Finding the exact location...][ding][ding][ding]The system beeped three times before displaying the location. Surprisingly, it emphasised Conrad's exact position.Conrad had undoubtedly awakened a sin on his own. Perhaps it was his father's death that acted as a catalyst.I'll never know, but I knew it was time for me to make my entrance.Things had taken a different turn than I had anticipated, and the mission had changed.[The current mission has been altered][Kill the holder of the Sin of Wraith][Reward - One System Roll]The prize was mediocre. But there was more to it.[The Sin of Wraith will prove to be an invaluable ally. Make an ally of the bearer of the Sin of Wraith.][Reward - Potion of Gaia (Not for use by the host)]I examined the potion and concluded that it was a waste because I couldn't use it.[Epic Gaia Potion - Awakens the person.]It was quite simple.If I were a genius and drank this, I'd turn into a super genius.I
[Mission Completed][Wrath’s Trust][Potion of Gaia obtained]I now held the potion in my hands. Things went very smoothly for me, I expected to have to try for several days to persuade Conrad.But I believe I accidentally struck the iron while it was hot.Because his emotions were volatile and he was insecure, my offer of assistance was like a ray of light in the darkness that engulfed him.They say that beggars cannot be choosers.Conrad believed he had no choice and that everything had vanished. He had truly lived in the dark, unaware of how a noble family as large as his's operates.He'd forgotten that the Axwells owned more than just this one mansion and this small plot of land.I took the potion out.And presented it to him.He'd stopped sobbing and was lying on the ground, staring aimlessly."What exactly is this?""I wouldn't feed you poison because it would be a waste of poison."Conrad's mouth opened and closed a few times as he returned his gaze to those two emotionless eye
“WHAT?!!”"Didn't you know?" Lisa inquired, her head tilted to the side. Her eyes shone with a small smirk and a glow.Lisa had been living lavishly for the past few months, her two small children attending the best children's academy in town, and she would spend the rest of her time at gatherings or at home managing the shop.Life was great. Her life had improved 100 times over what it had been previously. But now that she had everything she desired, she desired even more.She was at a wife's gathering the other day when one of the wives brought her 12-month granddaughter.The baby bun was so adorable that she and the other wives almost had to fight over it.That's when she found out.She desperately desired a grandson or granddaughter."No one ever warned me about something like that, is it necessary?" I frowned."Who would warn you about something good? Idiot.” Lisa pouted as if she was displeased.I was drenched in perspiration.To be honest, my tastes in women have shifted signif
I paid attention to the woman kneeling in front of me, she was part of a group of covert surveillance spies I had subdued in the previous months.I had already forgotten her name, but luckily I had a system that allowed me to see people's status.[Meredith]I don't remember her name, so this was my first meeting with her.Perhaps a new member of the intelligence team.Her reports on the empire's current affairs were...The Empire and the Beast Empire's peace talks had broken down, and the two empires are no longer allies.I had no idea how this could have happened.They were just a month ago in the accident at the academy, saving each other's arses, and now they are almost at war.I had a bad feeling about the city I was supposed to take over because it shared borders with the beast empires.Her subsequent reports stated that a battle took place between the Brightwing army and the Orc army at Altina Plain, in the western expanse of the Whitepalace Duchy.Although small encounters were
"Hey! Why should we listen to a brat like you?" The interjection came from the back of the crowd, a young soldier, his face flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with defiance. The rest of the soldiers turned to stare, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.A genuine smile spread across my face. Finally, someone had the audacity to speak up. A flicker of satisfaction ignited within me. This was exactly what I had been hoping for, wasn't it? Didn't this feel like the natural order of things?I had anticipated this moment from the very beginning. There was no way these esteemed scions of nobility and battle-hardened knights would meekly submit to the commands of a mere child. The moment I was elected commander of one of the three mighty armies, I knew this tension would inevitably arise. After all, who among these talented warriors would willingly follow a teenager with little to boast of in terms of accomplishments? And let's not forget the shadow of my less-than-st
Ladia couldn't help but castigate herself for her lapse in judgment. How had she not seen it before? If the involvement of the magic towers would significantly aid the Empire, then the impact of the very person who had defeated the magicians of the tower participating would be monumental.The princess's heart thrummed with the realization, chiding herself for taking so long to come to this epiphany. Was Ethan's proposal the correct course of action or not? She no longer dwelled on the question.With a steely gaze, Ladia announced, "I have reached a verdict."The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the princess. The final decision lay in her hands, and she was ready to reveal it. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, and Ladia took a deep breath before continuing. "I have decided to accept Ethan's proposal."A murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but Ladia held up her hand for silence. "I believe that Ethan's plan, with a few modifications, is the best course of action for
My suggestion ignited a firestorm of debate among the upper echelons of the capital. The princess convened her officials in the grand throne room, where the air was thick with tension and uncertainty as they deliberated their next course of action. Ultimately, the march toward the City of Aran was postponed by a full day, a delay that weighed heavily on everyone present. The officials found themselves divided, caught between two stark choices: should they attempt to reclaim the nearby City of Aran from the Beast Kingdom, or should they focus their efforts on retaking the more strategically significant City of Northfall?"But, Your Majesty," one of the officials interjected, his voice rising above the murmurs of the assembly, "as we stand now, we cannot afford to risk an attack on the Northfall Fortress! I have heard reports that the beastmen have fortified their walls and laid even more traps to ensnare us! If we allow this farce to continue, we will be nothing more than lambs led to
A chill snaked down Ryle's spine. Ethan's suggestion hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a shroud woven from despair. To attack City of Aran, a fortress city now bristling with tens of thousands of Beast Kingdom soldiers, felt like a declaration of utter annihilation. Even Lance, their most valiant commander, had fallen captive within its walls.Ryle's brow creased into a deep furrow. He, too, was a commander of the Initiation Army, a man who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sting of loss. He couldn't fathom how Ethan, this newly appointed leader, could so blithely propose a course of action that reeked of self-destruction."I cannot, in good conscience, agree with your plan," Ryle stated, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. "As we stand now, attacking Northfall City is a fool's errand, a suicide mission. We are scattered, depleted, and outmatched. We must first rally our remaining forces, regroup along the borders, and then, and only then,
"Ryle Green, step forward!" the Royal advisor said, seeing Ryle was in a daze.Ryle coughed and stepped forward, his heart pounding with excitement as he knelt before the Princess."Ryle Green, you are hereby granted authority over fifty thousand soldiers," the Princess said, her voice like a melody that soothed the soul. "You shall be the commander of the Vanguard Army!"With a snap of her fingers, the Princess bestowed an insignia upon Ryle's shoulder, its glow of light like a beacon of hope in the face of the looming threat of the Beast Kingdom."I will crush those beastmen for you, Your Highness!" Ryle said, his voice filled with determination and resolve.The Princess smiled, her eyes filled with pride and hope. "We have faith in you, Ryle," she said. "Together, we will defeat the Beast Kingdom and restore peace to our lands."Princess Ladia nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I expect a lot from the younger generation, Ryle," she said, her voice laced with both encou
The Dwarven Kingdom, a land renowned for its glittering wealth, held its breath. The Brightwing Empire’s meager offer, a desperate plea for aid, was all they had to entice the notoriously hard-drinking mercenaries. Even if their weapons were outdated, their reputation for unmatched effectiveness in battle preceded them. Surely, that would be enough.“Your Majesty,” a guard murmured, his voice barely a tremor in the air. “They have arrived.”Princess Ladia, lost in a labyrinth of thought, startled slightly. She had wrestled with the decision for what felt like an eternity, but finally, a solution had emerged. All that remained was to face them, to meet their gaze and offer her hand in this desperate alliance.Viscount Lamiel, a man whose arrogance was only surpassed by his thirst for gold, strode into the royal garden, flanked by a legion of equally boisterous mercenaries. Princess Ladia recognized most of them – the nobles summoned by the crown, their faces etched with a mixture of g
The scene unfolded with brutal efficiency. Several soldiers, their faces grim and resolute, descended upon Drew and the other soldier, their movements swift and decisive. There was no struggle, no desperate pleas for mercy. They walked away with heads bowed, accepting their fate with a stoic silence that spoke volumes of their resignation.Ryle, his expression a mixture of weariness and amusement, ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. "What a waste of a perfectly good sleep," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "Young men like myself need our rest, yet everyone seems determined to disrupt my slumber over such trivial matters."His gaze shifted to me, and a playful smile curved his lips. "Allow me to introduce myself," he said, extending a hand towards me. "Ryle Green, third son of Count Green, and as you might be able to tell, the future commander of this very army." He spoke with an air of unwavering confidence, his words carrying the weight of
Two soldiers from a rival camp, their boots crunching on the gravel path, happened upon the conversation. One soldier, his face contorting with barely suppressed mirth, clamped a hand over his mouth, desperately trying to stifle a chuckle. His companion, sensing the impending eruption, jabbed him in the ribs with an elbow, a silent plea for decorum. But the laughter, like a trapped spring, was too powerful to contain. Tears welled in the soldier's eyes, threatening to spill over as his shoulders shook with silent mirth. Finally, with a strangled cry, he burst into a full-blown guffaw. "Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!"The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.The soldier, still gasping for br
The unyielding army of the Ice Demon City had been journeying for a considerable number of weeks, traversing a multitude of cities and towns along the way. During our sojourns, we would occasionally restock our supplies, find respite in taverns, and often in the great outdoors, before resuming our arduous trek.Given the unfortunate circumstances, we were informed that the Ice Demon City was the most distant of all cities from the capital. This reality meant that we were among the last to receive the urgent message, compelling us to join the ranks of the other nobles and their armies in the capital.It was in the fourth week of our relentless march that we finally arrived in the grand and magnificent Capital city. The journey had been long and arduous, but our determination never wavered, as we knew our presence was required in these critical times. I had already surmised that the majority of the other nobles and their forces would have already amassed in the capital, readying themse