After a few more summons of the Wolf Deity, Cassius also learned that the Wolf Deity did not actually have a consciousness. It simply mimicked or slightly altered Cassius's perception of what little he knew of Igor Volkov's personality. This subsequently led to rather cheesy or very simple, often derogatory lines coming from his mouth. Most of which were directly targeting him, likely as a side effect of the grudges the man held for him in life.
Even in death, it seed those sa grudges carried on in the form of hateful words...
When Cassius fought the Wolf Deity a total of 10 tis, he received a rather intriguing system ssage—not from his System but from the extrely simple VOPC system-like entity.
[10/10 Summon Tis have been used up for the Virtual Opponent 'Igor Volkov (Wolf Deity)']
[10/100 Total Summon Tis have been used up]
[Both can be increased with VOPC Technique Proficiency advancents]
"...So I get 10 Summons per opponent and 100 total Summons at my current Proficiency stage," Cassius said with a raised brow. "That's not too bad, especially when considering that even now—because the Technique is in constant use—I'm increasing its Proficiency."
['EX Virtual Opponent Projection Chamber' – Proficiency → 0.02%]
Based on the current rate of progression, Cassius figured he'd get around 1% from 24 hours in the VW. And with the Technique's cooldown rate of 1 hour, he could get the VOPC to 24% just today, assuming he went in every hour.
"Well, I guess I'll continue testing so things," Cassius said, summoning another Wolf Deity. "What is 24 hours in here in the grand sche of things?"
Ti ceaselessly passed…
— ~13 Hours Later (VOPC ti) —
Cassius had tried out everything he could think of, from what elents were allowed in the VOPC to how many Virtual Opponents he could summon at the sa ti. And finally, after much experintation, he had only a single Summon attempt left. After this attempt was used up, he would be forced to give up on fighting and instead begin the training of his Skills and Techniques.
Yet, for his final match of the day, Cassius chose not any of the many powerful opponents he had faced thus far. Instead, he chose one that he had yet to even see up close.
Andromalius—the 72nd Demon King of HELL.
OOOM!!
As soon as this absurdly powerful figure appeared above the still lake, Cassius felt his soul tremble in fright. Moreover, his knees buckled, and his heart clenched.
However, for so unknown reason, he was… smiling?
"You're not as strong as you once were to ," he said, a scary glint in his fiery gaze. "Nowhere near as strong…"
His small smile curved upward and turned into a wide sadistic smirk. He fiercely opposed the 72nd Demon King's aura, snapping through the stifling pressure with an eruption of his own inner strength.
"...."
Andromalius stared blankly at Cassius.
The Demon King was not of a large build and could be considered quite lean. He had a 10-pack, well-defined muscles, and a pale purplish-red skin tone. Nothing covered his upper body, save for a demonic spiked armor piece serving as his undergarnts. Atop either side of his head were gothic reddish-black horns, each with a swirlish grandiose design.
As for Andromalius's face, he could be considered quite handso. In HELL, he might even be seen as a catch, with his piercing, slightly slanted eyes, chiseled jawline, thin nose, and fierce expression. The Demon lasses likely fancied soone with his appearance. But more than that, they'd yearn for his imnse, unquestionable strength and authority.
Andromalius brandished a long, feathered spear nearly double his own six-foot height. The reddish-black spear was obviously of very high quality, far superior to anything Humanity's 0th Floor had to offer. It even had a flaming effect that seed to forever burn across its edges—a fla effect that produced several mile-long fire arcs when the Demon King swung it around a couple of tis as a warm-up.
"Well," Cassius said, his voice thrumming with concealed excitent. "Let us have a quick spar."
With that, he dashed forward, his ludicrous, unrestrained speed propelling him many tis faster than the speed of light. In his right hand was Lilith in katana form. In his left hand was Mora, with her glorious, sharp scythe edges on full display.
The 72nd Demon King rely stared at the rapidly approaching Cassius with spear in hand.
Then he moved.
"!!!"
Cassius raised Lilith to parry, but in that sa instant, Andromalius's flaming spear crashed down. The spear cut straight through Lilith like a hot knife through butter. Then, with an unbelievable level of speed, the spear chopped Mora into dozens of pieces before ultimately reaching Cassius.
Cassius's head was lobbed clean off, disbelief still etched across his face.
However, with the activation of his 'SSS-Rank Godly Nirvana Rebirth' Skill, he ca back to life not even a mont later. Yet, in that sa mont, the flaming spear was already set on him again. He wasn't even able to fully comprehend the fact that he had an entirely reset Rebirth chance rate before he died once more.
The next ti he returned to life, Cassius was prepared. He took his fully regenerated Lilith and pointed downward before activating her |Extension| ability to push himself upward, just narrowly dodging yet another spear swipe. He used the ti he had floating high in the air to calculate any potential routes of attack he could make—
SHING!
The sound of tal cutting through air rang out crisply as Andromalius's flaming spear extended in length. The spear's wickedly sharp tip punctured Cassius's abdon in an instant. Then, without remorse, the spear's tip spun around while still inside him, turning his insides into sothing akin to a very bloody smoothie.
"What the f*ck," were the last words to leave Cassius's mouth before Andromalius sliced upward, cleaving him in two.
Yet he returned to life…
And again, he died.
Return to life, he did.
Death ca once more…
Back to life…
More slashes… More deaths…
Again and again, dying and dying… over and over…
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