Reign’s feet crushed the cracked earth beneath him as he landed in the middle of a desolate wasteland.
The air was thick with miasma. There was nothing here but barren ground and scattered rocks. It was the perfect place to test his newfound strength without interference.
He closed his eyes for a mont, feeling the surge of power still coursing through him.
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he felt the weight of it all. This was only a small taste of what he could do now, but it wasn’t enough.
Without wasting anymore ti, he opened his interface, eager to check his stats.
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Na: Reign
Race: Elental Overlord (Legendary)
Strength: Z
Agility: Z
Stamina: Z
Endurance: Z
Intelligence: Z-
Energy: Z
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’So my highest stat is agility,’ he chuckled to himself. It made sense now—why everything seed frozen whenever he moved. It was as if ti itself paused for him.
However, the ability wasn’t without its flaws. His mind and vision couldn’t fully keep up with his speed yet.
The faster he moved, the more his eyesight failed him. Light couldn’t catch up, leaving him montarily blind.
It wasn’t a major issue since he could rely on estimation to guide his movents, but it still placed limits on what he could do in this mode.
He couldn’t just replicate the feats seen in superhero movies, where characters moved at hyperspeed and perford mundane tasks like cleaning a house without consequence. If he moved that fast, the shockwaves alone would obliterate everything around him.
The reason was pretty simple: the faster he was, the more violently the air parted around him.
This created intense friction and unleashed destructive forces. Avoiding this would require becoming ethereal, phasing through matter entirely—but that was impossible for him. His body, reinforced with tallic bones, was built for endurance and power, not intangibility.
Only his ta-body could pull that off. Unlike his current form, that body was designed to bypass such limitations, allowing seamless movent without creating shockwaves or destructive friction.
Still, his current speed was beyond anything anyone could imagine. The sheer advantage it gave him fueled his confidence even further.
"System, give the list of mutated organs I got from that devil," he commanded.
A familiar interface appeared before him, displaying the harvested organs from Asmodeus.
Each one was labeled, its properties detailed with precision. Reign’s eyes scanned the list, a flicker of anticipation crossing his face as he considered the potential each organ held.
>Heart of the King of Lust: Grants enhanced regeneration and a resistance to both fire and darkness.
>Eyes of Lust: Heightens ntal capacity, allowing faster reaction tis and the ability to control lesser minds.
>Devils Blood Vessels: Strengthens physical durability and amplifies the effects of dark energy absorption.
’All of them are too ordinary for my taste.... But what is this Eyes of Lust?
[Eyes of Lust:: Allows host to mind control beings that are far weaker than you. The more powerful the being, the more resistant they will be.]
’Wow, this skill is perfect for degenerates,’ Reign mused. ’But I don’t really see much use for it. I just eat humans, and it’s not even that effective against strong opponents. If it were, that prideful devil would’ve used it against .’
’Well, better than nothing,’ he shrugged, dismissing the thought for now. The skill might prove useful at so point, even if it wasn’t a priority right now.
The other two organs were more of an add-on to his existing abilities, offering enhancents that didn’t require much attention.
’Now, what should I do with my free ti? Should I destroy more human cities?’ he muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Ironically, the damage he had inflicted on the human forces was far greater than what he had done to the devils. In fact, he should be the number one enemy of the humans right now. He had caused chaos, destroyed their cities, and wiped out countless lives.
But sohow, the tables had turned, and he was the one standing at the top. It made him wonder how long it would take before they realized the true threat he posed.
’Nah, killing more humans will be too inefficient for how much I need to level up,’
’The better way to do this is to hunt more devils.’
Right now, there were still two generals present that he could kill and eat.
’Ti to give those two a visit,’ he chuckled to himself as he activated his teleportation device. It was faster and would generate far less noise than any other thod.
When his vision cleared, he saw Tempest Fort in the distance. He had visited this place before, knowing that the devils would invade it.
Surprisingly, they hadn’t completely destroyed it. Instead, they had repurposed it as their base.
But that wasn’t the only thing that shock him. The entire area was now devoid of miasma, the thick, toxic air that had once filled the land.
He flew higher to get a better view, noticing the stark change in the landscape.
While the air had cleared, the ground had transford. The once-solid earth now resembled molten rock, with rivers of magma flowing freely beneath the surface.
This place had beco the perfect ground for devils. The molten earth was ideal for their kind to thrive and grow stronger.
If left unattended, they would undoubtedly continue to expand, using the fort as a launching point for further domination.
But now that he was here, it was ti to show these devils that there could only be one villain in this world—and that was him.
With a thought, he summoned his trusted long-range weapon, but this ti it was different.
Instead of being made out of his bones, it was forged from condensed dark red energy.
The weapon was now more durable, capable of withstanding far greater energy input. Its dark aura pulsed with a nacing power, ready to tear through anything in its path.
’Let see...’ He focused his attention, activating his undead eye to detect the strongest energy signature. He didn’t have to wait long.
The targets were practically glowing, their power radiating in such a way that they might as well have been begging to be shot
Reign’s grin widened—his strike was already lined up.
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Inside one of the tallest buildings, Aamon sat at his desk, tapping it lightly. He could feel that Asmodeus had died through the connection they shared.
Losing such a powerful figure made the whole mission much more complicated. It also ant they had severely underestimated their opponent’s strength. Soone was actually powerful enough to kill a devil general.
Belphegor, however, yawned and seed completely uninterested in the war or Asmodeus’s death. He didn’t care about any of it.
This irritated Aamon deeply. He slamd his fist on the desk, his patience running thin. "How can you be so carefree, Belphegor?"
The Devil General, still half-distracted, shrugged lazily and responded with an exhausted sighed.
"Well, maybe if you’d actually sent more help with Asmodeus instead of sending him out alone, we wouldn’t be in this ss."
Aamon’s eyes narrowed. "What are you implying?"
Belphegor’s smirk was almost bored. "You underestimated them. Asmodeus didn’t stand a chance by himself. Maybe you should’ve thought of that before sending him off like so sacrificial pawn."
Aamon’s face reddened with frustration, but he said nothing more. It was his decision to send Asmodeus alone, and now they were paying for it.
"I’m going to sleep," Belphegor said, standing up, clearly done with the conversation.
But just as he turned to walk away, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Danger.
Instinctively , he activated his power.
ZZZZZZZZZ!
A laser shot toward him, bending around his body and missing by inches.
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But Aamon wasn’t as lucky. The attack struck him square in the chest, and he staggered back, his face contorting in pain.
Belphegor glanced at him, not worried at first. The wound didn’t seem severe—just another injury to heal. But then the devil general dropped to the ground with a roar.
"Fuck!" Aamon shouted, clutching his chest as he began to release an imnse amount of power. His energy surged wildly, filling the room with an almost unbearable pressure.
"This wound isn’t normal!"
Belphegor’s expression shifted, the first sign of real concern flashing across his face.
He snapped his head around, his eyes widening as more lasers fired at him. They were so fast they appeared as nothing more than flashes of light.
Without his ability to bend space, he would have already t the sa fate as the other devil general.
"What’s happening here? Who is attacking us?" Belphegor muttered aloud his usual indifference slipping away.
Even a lazy devil like him couldn’t ignore the gravity of the situation.
However, no matter how much he focused, he could not sense anyone, because Reign was too far away.
As for Aamon, he was gritting his teeth in frustration. He tried his best, but the death energy could not be expelled from his body.
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