The Game Difficulty
Is Insane
Moonlight fell over the Wordsworth mansion.
At its center, three men and women were tangled together, exchanging countless sword strikes in one place.
Damn it to hell!
Muta swallowed his curses.
He didn’t even have the luxury to spit them out.
All he could do was desperately fend off the two siblings with ash-gray hair who charged at him like mad dogs.
“Kraaaah! You damn bastards!”
He tried to seize momentum and counterattack with a feral roar, but—
Kiiing—!
Each time, a black flash flew in from somewhere, interfering with his movements.
If he ignored it, the power was too great.
If he paid attention to it, his actions slowed.
It was truly a desperate, life-or-death situation.
How did it end up like this?!
Muta clenched his teeth.
He never thought things would get this tangled.
The original plan had been simple—act as the fake family head in the mansion, then poison all the vassals at once when they were summoned.
That was all!
But then, at some point, an order came down from the legion commander Penelope—
If Glenn Wordsworth was found, do not kill him. Capture him.
And just as Muta was thinking that a pretty noble boy would end up dying as a witch’s toy—
Glenn Wordsworth, who should have been in Ovenue, returned to the mansion.
It felt like good luck.
He decided he’d capture Glenn Wordsworth as well and monopolize all the credit for destroying Wordsworth.
So he went straight to Glenn’s room, planning to knock him out lightly and hide him.
Who would’ve thought it would grow this big…!
Even if Glenn resisted a little, it shouldn’t have been a problem.
But the boy who had been a 2-star in his last memory resonated six holy rings right before his eyes.
And with combat power endlessly close to 7-star, he blocked Muta’s sword.
His swordsmanship was bizarre—something Muta had never seen anywhere in the world.
And the sword Glenn wielded shook Muta’s blade from its very foundation every time they clashed.
And that’s not even the worst part!
The most irritating thing was the enemy blade that could appear from anywhere and threaten his vital points at any moment.
The bastard freely created swords in both his right and left hands as he attacked, and it was unbearably troublesome.
It was strangeness itself.
Muta instantly understood why Penelope, the legion commander, had taken interest in a mere human boy.
Anyway—!
Kaaang—!
No matter what, if this fight continued, he would lose.
It was humiliating that a 7-star like himself would lose to two 6-star holy knights and an unknown demon—but that was reality.
Suppressing the boiling rage and humiliation, his reason reached that conclusion.
“Grrrk!”
But—
He was the vice-commander of the Demon King Army’s 8th Legion.
A man destined to one day become a legion commander and sit on the Demon King’s throne would not die meaninglessly in a place like this.
Kkaduk—!
Grinding his teeth until blood burst from his gums, Muta focused his consciousness on a small liquid inside his pocket.
—If you think you can’t beat the Wordsworth family head, use this.
Just remember—you deal with the aftermath yourself, okay?
A very long time ago.
Long before infiltrating Wordsworth, the legion commander had given it to him.
Honestly, he didn’t want to use it.
Though she was his commander, anything she mentioned with “aftermath” attached never ended well.
But whatever happened after this—could it possibly be worse than death?!
A sharp light ignited in Muta’s black eyes.
He swung his sword widely toward the charging siblings.
Buuuuung—!
As they dodged, the distance naturally opened.
Muta quickly reached into his pocket.
“Hey! Stop him!”
Sensing something wrong, Glenn kicked off the ground in a hurry—but it was already too late.
The vial containing the unknown red liquid had already touched Muta’s lips.
Chwaaak—!
Triss’s sword instantly closed the distance and severed his left arm, but he didn’t care.
The moment the red liquid slid down his throat, he would never lose.
Gulp.
The thick liquid burned its way down his throat.
And then—
“Khuh… khuhhahahahaha!”
Vitality surged through his entire body.
This is bad. Really bad.
Cold sweat ran down the back of Glenn’s neck.
A completely unexpected, absurd situation had unfolded.
Crack! Crunch—!
Muta’s black eyes turned red and began to emit a terrifying glow.
At the same time, grotesque swelling spread across his body as bones twisted with horrifying sounds.
Don’t tell me Penelope already completed the Blood of the Berserker…!
Glenn bit his lip.
Blood of the Berserker.
A potion that pushes the user’s physical abilities and ring output to the absolute limit in exchange for reason.
Penelope, an 8-star witch, had created it using her innate potential ability—but in the original story, its completion was far in the future.
Yet it exists in front of me now…
《Penelope Ogma – Lunatic》
It must be because of this.
The Lunatic difficulty placed on Penelope.
Though the details were unknown, since she had accelerated her offensive, her research achievements must have progressed faster than in the original story.
What do I do…
Crack—!
Red-stained eyes gleamed eerily.
Muta had transformed into a massive, muscular giant over two meters tall.
Currently, he had pushed his abilities to their limits using the Blood of the Berserker.
Not only had all his stats increased, but the seven demonic rings rotating around his heart were gathering demonic energy more deeply than ever.
A full 7-star approaching 8-star.
That was Muta’s current state.
Can we win?
The remaining duration of the gray ring was one minute.
Though he had lost his reason and his left arm, the chance of defeating him was slim.
“Glenn…”
Triss clearly sensed the danger, her tension evident.
Romina, though unseen, must have felt the same.
“Young master! Miss! Are you alright?!”
The knights stationed at the mansion rushed in belatedly, fully armed—but they wouldn’t be much help.
Feeling sweat pour down his neck like rain, Glenn swallowed dryly.
Still… there is one way.
“Triss. An Inquisitor will be coming here soon.”
The summoning signal fired into the mansion’s sky dozens of minutes ago.
If an Inquisitor who saw it arrived in time, Muta could be defeated.
Though there was no way to know when they would arrive.
