Game difficulty
is insane.
Just one swing of the sword.
Watching everything in front of him split left and right, Glen exhaled.
Pukaaaaak!
From the body of the Tuned Vigor, split in half, blood gushed out.
The blood, spraying like a fountain, quickly soaked the floor and walls bright red.
Time was moving again, but it felt eerily still.
Because everyone watching him froze, mouths agape, silent.
‘It’s understandable. Even I’m surprised.’
Tyrant’s Wrath.
It was the same skill, but the second strike, gained through higher mastery, showed power beyond imagination.
Enough to make the description of slaying a hundred knights not an exaggeration.
‘Honestly… if you can send a blood pig of that level flying with one blow… well… that says it all.’
Its health was higher than most 9-star beings.
Of course, the cost of using such power beyond his rank was high.
The moment his feet hit the floor, his body wavered and tilted.
Thud-
He didn’t even try to resist.
He couldn’t put any strength into it at all.
‘How long will I faint this time…’
The first time he used Tyrant’s Wrath, he was unconscious for five days.
Of course, now, with a higher rank and the Blessing of the Guardian Spirit aiding recovery, it wouldn’t be that bad.
But thinking about the one waiting beyond this, none other than Morus, worry naturally came first.
‘I hope nothing happens…’
Praying desperately that while he was unconscious that weirdo wouldn’t do anything foolish, Glen lost consciousness.
“……”
Penelope couldn’t fully comprehend what had just happened in front of her.
It had occurred so instantaneously that even an 8-star like her missed the flow.
“What… what just…?”
Penelope retraced the events with her confused eyes.
Less than a minute ago.
As they were about to pass through the door to meet Morus, Rominia, daughter of the previous Demon King, had given a warning.
At the same time, a disgusting life form crawled up from the floor and blatantly blocked their path.
The battle, thought over, resumed.
The confusion was brief, and the group quickly entered combat, fighting the grotesque creature.
Within seconds of the battle, Penelope could roughly gauge its strength.
It was a sloppy existence.
A poorly constructed life form.
From the flesh making up its body to the energy surrounding it, nothing was organized.
The rushing tentacles could be threatening if grabbed, but everyone there could handle them.
But one thing was certain.
‘It can’t die.’
This creature had more tenacious life force and regeneration than any life Penelope had ever seen.
Almost as if it gained this at the cost of losing every other ability.
‘With this level of toughness, even a Demon King wouldn’t fall easily…’
“Mister! It’s impossible!”
So Penelope spoke.
This was absurd. Morus, who had dared block her 8-star witch magic and mocked her, wasn’t something to confront directly.
It was best to retreat and regroup.
However, the moment she shouted, the air around Glen changed drastically.
The overwhelming presence she had felt when he looked down on her before returned.
He gave a sharp command, and Penelope instinctively obeyed.
And at the moment she came to her senses.
Shyaaaak-
The grotesque life form blocking Glen was cleanly split left and right.
More precisely, everything in his path was halved.
The constantly swelling flesh, the door Morus had blocked, even the walls and ceiling behind it!
In less than a second.
There was no memory of the process, only the result.
She opened her lips to speak, but no words came out.
She just stood with her mouth open, realizing his overwhelming presence.
She had doubted him.
During the second battle, Glen had not appeared as overwhelming as when she first met him.
But in an instant, he swung his sword and proved it.
He was different.
A being incomparable to a mere Demon King.
And.
“-If you move as I command… hmm. Very well. I’ll indulge your desire for ranking games a bit.”
If he truly wished, he could give anything to his subordinates!
“Ahhh…!”
Looking at the enormous presence radiating from his back.
Penelope overlaid a dazzling glow over her snake-like red irises.
“Glen!”
“Brother!”
At that moment, Rominia, next to them, ran forward frantically.
When Penelope finally recovered her senses, she saw Glen lying on the floor as if dead.
“…Huh?”
“…Don’t… …die…”
“…If… then… bring…”
Faint voices.
When he regained consciousness, Glen realized it was just the two of them arguing.
He had woken up because of the noise.
“……”
Opening his eyes, his vision cleared.
The first thing he saw was the familiar back of a woman.
