The Game Difficulty
Is Insane
Moonlight seeped into the room.
Looking up at the family head—no, the demon race—staring down at him with cold eyes, Glenn twisted his lips.
To think he’d even block an ambush using the inventory.
He didn’t want to admit it, but the demon in front of him seemed stronger than himself.
He had blocked Glenn’s decisive strike using nothing but instinctive reaction speed. That meant he was at least a 7-star.
If I’d known this would happen, I should’ve used the gray ring… No, even if I had, it probably wouldn’t have worked.
Glenn let out a bitter smile.
With Einheria pressed to his neck, the family head—no, the demon—looked down at him.
“How absurd. To grow this much in just two months?”
“What? You know me?”
“Of course I do.”
The bastard lifted the corners of his mouth.
“I’ve been watching you ever since you first picked up a sword. Back then, I wasn’t in this form, though.”
Judging by that, he had been hiding in the family for quite a long time.
And while constantly changing appearances.
“What did you do to the family head?”
“Well, if you quietly pass out, I might tell you when you wake up.”
“Bullshit. I’ll just never know, then.”
Strength entered Glenn’s eyes.
Einheria, touching the demon’s neck, was pulled back sharply.
He intended to pull through and sever it right there.
But—
Kaaang—!
It was immediately knocked away by the demon’s sword.
Glenn widened the distance between them.
“Instead of that, let’s talk.”
The face of the family head the demon was wearing melted like mud.
“I’ve got a lot of things I want to ask you.”
“……”
The mud completely slid off, revealing beneath it the sharp-eyed face of a demon.
Ha. Of all people.
Glenn let out a short, dry laugh.
Then he raised his eyes and coldly stared at the demon in front of him.
“So it was you. Muta Isiero.”
“…Huh?”
For a moment, the demon’s eyes widened, then he curled his lips upward.
“This is really fascinating.”
Muta Isiero.
Vice-commander of the 8th Demon King Army led by Penelope, and at the same time a 7-star demon swordsman with seven demonic rings.
So that’s why I never sensed demonic energy from him.
If the fake family head was Muta, then all the doubts until now were explained.
First of all, Muta himself didn’t have any transformation-type abilities.
However, if he obtained a potion from Penelope that allowed free alteration of the body, it would be easy to change his appearance into someone else.
Then he must’ve hidden his demonic energy using his innate ability.
His innate potential ability was Stealth .
An ability that suppressed his demonic energy or holy power to the absolute limit.
With this ability, he could hide his demonic energy even without a demonic veil.
In other words, Muta had been infiltrating the Holy Papal State all this time using Penelope’s potion and his own ability.
His goal was likely to disguise himself as the lord of Wordsworth and manipulate the war situation to disadvantage the Wordsworth territory.
Forcing the Gray Wolf Knight Order to retreat to Deventer from Ovenue Fortress must’ve been part of that mission too.
Glenn bit his lip.
If Romina hadn’t noticed he was a demon, he would’ve been completely played by Muta and failed to protect the Wordsworth territory.
That crazy bitch Penelope… To think she’d send her vice-commander as a spy.
Even Sung Yohan hadn’t expected her to use Muta, a card she treasured so much, this casually in the original story.
Still, it’s a relief I noticed.
Glenn sharpened his gaze.
Now that he understood the situation, if he reacted even now, he could still turn this unfavorable war around.
Of course, the very first thing to do was defeat the 7-star demon swordsman standing in front of him.
Can I win? Me, against a 7-star demon swordsman?
Questions kept piling up in his head.
Honestly, he wasn’t confident.
Up to 6-stars, he could defeat them without much difficulty if he used the gray ring like he always had.
But if it’s 7-star, that’s a different story.
Cold sweat ran down the back of his neck.
As he had said before, the gap between 6-star and 7-star was enormous.
Just like how Glenn’s all-out attack only dealt about half of the Ancient Rune Golem’s maximum health.
And how Jabel, exhausted to his limits after hours of fighting, still overwhelmed Angonina and took control.
Those who had reached the realm of 7-star wouldn’t fall as easily as enemies he had faced before.
Still, what choice do I have? I have to do it.
With a bitter smile, Glenn tightened his grip on Einheria.
If he had become strong enough to defeat every existing 6-star, then of course it was right to challenge what lay above.
And if I fight, surely…
Swallowing the rest of his thoughts, Glenn activated the gray ring.
Wuuuuuuung—
The six rings resonated and all turned gray at once, then the gray rings turned white.
“Whew.”
The six holy rings spun fiercely, pushing holy power throughout his body.
The holy power spread through his body, shining as it strengthened him.
Watching calmly, Muta clicked his tongue.
“I said let’s talk. Tsk. Guess I’ll have to cut off an arm or two before we can have a proper conversation.”
As he spoke, Muta also released his demonic energy without holding back.
Darker and deeper than Glenn’s, demonic energy like a deep abyss swirled around him.
Calligo’s Calling.
A skill obtained by intertwining the seven demonic rings, the counterpart to Raziel’s Blessing.
“The commander did say to bring you back alive, but well… missing a few limbs probably won’t bother her.”
Wrapped in thick demonic energy, Muta slowly lowered his stance.
“Come on. Try it, brat.”
Enduring the terrifying pressure by biting his lip, Glenn kicked off the ground.
Taat—
The distance closed in an instant.
Einheria, filled with holy power, collided at a single point with Muta’s sword wrapped in thick demonic energy.
Tuuuwaaang—!
The air tore apart, and a violent gust exploded.
The center of the Wordsworth mansion.
Inside a room flooded with moonlight, two men were performing a deadly sword dance.
Chaeeeng!
Chang—!
Two swords.
And holy power and demonic energy.
Fighting spirit clashed with fighting spirit, tearing the air and causing explosions and gusts.
Kwaaaaang—!
The building was destroyed, dust flying everywhere.
But only for a moment.
The two men immediately leapt toward each other through the thick dust.
Chaeng!
The swords clashed again.
The gust left by the blades tore the air.
The once-luxurious noble room had turned into ruins, unrecognizable from its original form.
All of this had happened in just two minutes.
