The River was predicting his actions like reading a book, then he had to be unexpected to even himself. Very unexpected. Do sothing that goes against his common action to a point it might as well be a different person doing different things.
Often, people get bound to do things a certain way by their personality. Watch ten years of their life and you can predict the next ten years. And for the River of Destiny, that prediction was an even easier work to do.
Mark knew just what to do. If the enemy was predicting the actions of Mark, he just had to be soone else. He just has to stop being Mark. If it was reading him by his personality, he just had to think like sobody else for this mont.
"I am forced to a choice of three, right?" he asked, wings flapping above the clouds like a pair of thunderous darkness.
Feeling a strange and eccentric sensation in the air, Reol'ran nodded. "Demon World, Savage World, and the Star Fever World. You can choose one—you have been forced into choosing by the River if we are guessing correct."
Mark laughed. "You are watching , right, River?" His eyes turned cold.
"What's your plan, Mark?"
"Watch and learn, Little Ran. If the River of Destiny can manipulate the Portal Keys I get from any source, no matter how I try to get another in this World, it doesn't matter. Trying is just going to take ti."
A violet screen shimred into existence before him.
Mark shut his eyes. In his imagination, he was currently wrapped in threads from all sides in a big spiderweb. The giant spider had trapped him and it was coming from the distance as a giant shadow, slowly creeping in with its giant mandibles.
Claim, he thought.
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[Mission 1: Kill 100 Silver Savages.]
[Killed: 139/100]
[Rewards:
Entry back into the Demon World. (Claim)]
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"You are going back to the Demon World?!" she unintentionally shouted. "Are you insane? That's the most deadly place—you could end up right in the middle of giants upon teleportation!"
Mark grinned. "Just watch. I am going to do sothing I considered truly insane so ti ago. It might seem a bit dangerous, but there's a way I can turn this around."
(Claid.)
Suddenly, a blue aura was released out of the contract inside Mark's World Space. It was the contract between Mark and the World Will of the Demon World, and as the Cosmic Energy sizzled out of the contract, he felt its depth and untouchability even more.
It floated out and began to stretch out like a canvas of energy. Then, it started to emulate a blue light as the space there seed to wrap and condense.
A blue portal was made there.
Mark looked around at the stormy clouds. He entered this World through a public portal, so he hoped he could co back here soday. So things here had made him feel leaving so early was a pity.
He hadn't explored anything in this world.
It was a wide array of unknowns he could have enjoyed, but due to his tight schedule, he was forced to focus on powering up. And the Armor, it had slipped away with too many answers to his too many questions.
One day, he thought.
He also had to eat the Armor, but he didn't trust to do that in this World. If he was going to eat it, he would do it in a different World where the War Slayer wasn't just around the corner.
Before he left, he did one final thing. He used his Soul Sense to learn about the Dungeon Demon's molecular structure completely using Dream Input.
Then.
Mark calmly walked into the blue whirlpool of energy that bound ti and space.
Yuri, Reol'ran, Dona, and all the inhabitants of the World Space looked up at the skies that had turned slightly blue due to the burning contract.
Many Savage World natives didn't know why, but unconsciously, tears stread down their eyes.
…
The War Slayer looked into the distance with its many eyes, a young boy and a woman sitting opposite it. Arranged intrinsically, a board ga sat in between them.
The rain couldn't enter inside nor touch any of them either due to the protection of the Glass Do.
"What happened, old Armor?" the boy asked, moving a piece in the board.
"A young friend just departed," the Armor replied with a sigh.
The woman and boy looked at each other, then the boy asked, "Was it that demon?"
"That demon?"
"A pale, purplish-skinned Demon. He was an intelligent person, a cold but strangely different demon, and my savior," The boy blinked, his golden hair shining in the light of distant lightning. "He helped survive a landslide, helped beco a Golden Savage, and then reunited with my lost sister."
The Armor looked up, lancholy in its eyes. "Ah, he helped release from a lot of shackles."
The boy and woman—Yanchen and his sister—were surprised.
"Then Mark, the demon, is also a hero for our world, he saved you, our true savior," the boy said. "Without you, old Armor, the demons would be running rampant now. But you killed them all so easily!"
Suddenly, sothing rustled in the grass around them and they all looked to the side. It was a small leaf with legs, a mouth, and even ears and lips. It was a Leaf Walker.
"Ah, it can mimic everything it hears, replay everything it sees vividly, and—"
The creature jumped away, its four legs flapping widely in the air as it shouted: "Mark, the demon, is also a hero for our world!"
In the sky, the blue portal vanished and the storm clouds grew ever the wilder.
Soon, stories will be told.
The people believed that a legendary armor was out there sowhere. In the hands of so peasant. And according to myths, that man would rise up when the world faces a threat and will abolish everything that stands in his path.
But only so know the truth. For the Armor to save the world, it needed to be saved first. And to save it, the Demonic Hero had to co and cause chaos first.
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