The Game Difficulty
Is Insane
Under the bright moonlight.
Triss walked forward calmly.
Even though she knew that if she faced that monster now, she would die, she still did so.
Because that way, the child will live.
Triss gently closed her eyes.
Honestly, even now, she did not really understand what was happening.
She did not know why a demon race member was in her mansion’s plaza, and she also did not understand the identity of the owner of the demonic energy who had been supporting her and Glenn throughout the battle.
But now, none of those questions mattered anymore.
If, in this moment of crisis, she could save the life of her precious younger brother, that was enough.
While fighting, Triss realized something.
The younger brother fighting beside her had already surpassed her own level.
That fact felt bitter, yet at the same time, she felt more proud than at any other moment in her life.
Her younger brother possessed limitless potential.
Limitless potential that could not even be compared to someone like herself.
That younger brother, who held such infinite potential—
After closing off his heart for half his life and clinging to the scriptures, had only just begun to unfold his true abilities.
So I absolutely cannot let him die meaninglessly in a place like this.
Firming her resolve, Triss fixed her fading gaze.
Then she focused all the remaining holy power she had into the sword she held.
“Kraaaaaah!”
Death was charging toward her, trying to extinguish her dimming life.
And Triss calmly pushed off the ground and advanced forward.
Then, in the next moment—
Ta-at—
Suddenly, a figure overtook her.
“…?!”
The back of the person who passed her and ran toward the monster was painfully familiar.
Triss’s pupils shook violently.
“Gleenn!!”
The moment she shouted toward the younger brother she had been ready to die for, an unknown presence lingered in the place he had passed through.
Before she could even guess what it was, her brother had already reached the monster charging straight at him.
The monster brought its sword down, while Glenn calmly pulled his sword back and swung it.
Chwaaaaak—!
In the next instant, the sound of a blade slicing through flesh rang out.
And at the unbelievable sight that followed, Triss collapsed to the ground.
A metallic scent of blood filled the air.
It belonged to the opponent.
It felt as though time had stopped.
“……”
Einheria, which had cut through the demon race’s flesh.
Upon its cold and flowing blade, an unknown power was layered.
The grayish energy coating the blade was hot like holy power, yet cold like demonic energy.
Glenn knew the name of this power.
Holy-Demonic Power .
The power he had searched for so desperately, yet never even found a clue to.
The ultimate power formed by fusing the two strongest forces in the world—holy power and demonic energy—was now carried on his blade.
“Keuh… hheok!”
A red diagonal line appeared across the opponent’s body, and soon the body began to split along that line.
Then the massive body fell.
Thud—
The body twitched intermittently as it began to return to its original state.
The blood-red eyes gradually regained their original black color.
“Keo… heok…… kk!”
The demon race member, who had reverted from a monster back to Muta, spat blood as his eyes rolled around wildly.
When his gaze landed on Glenn, his pupils were filled with fear.
“Mo… monster……!”
“……”
Muta then turned his body, scraping the ground with his remaining right hand as he dragged his severed upper body toward himself.
It was pitiful.
Pitiful, shabby, and insignificant.
It was hard to believe this was the same 7-star demon swordsman who had arrogantly laughed and toyed with them just an hour ago.
“Keuuh… heok…… I have to…… live……!”
Glenn slowly walked over, caught up to him, and grabbed his hair.
“Hey.”
“Keuhaak! S-save me! Cough!”
The way he flailed his arms helplessly in the air showed just how much fear he had felt from that single strike.
“Then why did you act so cocky?”
“I-I’m sorry…! I’m sorry…… keh!”
“You probably had a mission too, which is why you acted like that. But touching me and my family is a serious crime.”
A cold light filled Glenn’s eyes.
“What a shame. If I could’ve saved you, I would’ve tortured you for about thirty years. But in that state, you won’t live long.”
“…I don’t want to… die……!”
“Yeah. I’m not going to kill you. If I kill you here, I’d just be ending your pain, wouldn’t I?”
Throwing Muta’s hair aside, Glenn straightened up.
“I hope you spend the remaining time reflecting properly on how you acted recklessly and died.”
“…Keuk, heeok……!”
Muta staggered as he clawed at the ground.
In a few minutes, he would collapse somewhere in the mansion and die coldly.
The end of the vice-commander of the Demon King Army’s 8th Legion was more miserable than anyone else’s.
“Hoo.”
A deep sigh escaped him.
Only then did all the tension drain away.
And Glenn collapsed to the ground.
He could not move even a single finger.
As expected, no matter how many times he used it, the cost of using the Tyrant King’s Wrath was enormous.
“Still… I won…….”
The Holy-Demonic Power that manifested at that dramatic moment.
Without that power, he probably would not have been able to defeat Muta even with his final trump card, the Tyrant King’s Wrath.
How did I do it?
His eyebrows twitched.
He did not know the method, even though he was the one who did it.
His memory of the final moment was not clear either.
I don’t know.
He had poured out all of his physical and mental energy, leaving him unable to think.
He just wanted to rest.
“I’ll think… about it later…….”
“…Gleenn!”
In his fading consciousness, he faintly heard his sister’s voice.
I’m really glad you survived, sister.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness with that sense of relief—
Suddenly, a woman appeared in his thoughts.
Romina.
She must be collapsed somewhere nearby after exhausting her demonic energy…… What if someone finds her?
“……”
Hoping vaguely that she would somehow be safe, Glenn finally let go of the last thread of consciousness.
Chirp— chirp—
The sound of birds.
It was morning when Glenn opened his eyes.
“Haa…….”
Wrapped in the warmth of a thick blanket, he let out a lazy breath.
It seemed someone had carried him here after he lost consciousness.
It must have been Triss.
