Chapter 47: Chapter Fourty Seven
"A beast in human clothing is still a beast — but it chooses when to show its teeth."
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"You’re sure the loot is worth this?" Zeke asked Anton as they sped toward the source of the erupting aura. The ground trembled beneath each step. The air thickened with ozone and the copper bite of spilled blood.
Thanks to Anton’s knowledge, they were already close.
"Of course. I am from House Aurelius. I was aware of what Enel brought back—I even benefited from it."
"I’d like to ask more questions," Zeke said, grey eyes fixed ahead, "but I just saw Enel get swatted." A quiet hehe escaped him.
They crested a jagged crystalline hill and looked down. Below: chaos. Fire and ice traded in violent bursts, the earth splintered in every direction, and the demon moved through it all like weather—dark, unhurried, inevitable.
"That has got to hurt," Anton murmured, a faint smirk at his lips.
"Oh, the demon seems strong." Zeke’s eyes lit with interest. "Nice innate ability." He activated Observation, and information flickered behind his gaze like ghostly script.
"I had a feeling you could read status sheets," Anton said, not taking his eyes off the fray.
"Yeah, yeah. Let
watch. Stop talking." Zeke shooed him with a lazy flick of his wrist.
"So what’s his ability?"
"You don’t know?"
"He used a variety of them. To be honest—I wasn’t close enough for real knowledge, back then."
"Multiple abilities. That’d be a byproduct of Gluttony."
"Gluttony?"
"Yeah, I know. Generic ability for a demon."
"What rank?"
"What’s got your nipples in a twist? A-Rank."
"That makes sense. Otherwise we’d have ended the mission."
"What’s the deal with the ability?"
"Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins—a set that exists as both abilities and traits," Anton explained, his gaze fixed on the demon’s purple-haired form below. "Having it as an ability puts him on the weaker end of the scale, but he’s still stronger than most. What’s his Demon trait rank?"
"S-Rank."
"Lucky us."
"Why?"
"He’s ripe for the taking. Stat ceiling of 2000, which makes the ability semi-useless—no room to grow. If he had an SS-Rank Demon trait, Gluttony would’ve been a trait instead, aning no racial cap—just the ceiling of Gluttony itself, which evolves with a strong enough al."
"Seven deadly sins abilities are the worst. Demons really are hell’s favorite."
"Haha—he tricked them." Zeke had just watched Michael’s feint play out: the theatrical retreat, the wink, the wave of white fire.
"It was entertaining."
"I don’t doubt that." Zeke smiled, eyes glinting with sothing cold and knowing.
"Don’t smile like that. It’s nauseating." Anton took a half-step back, his expression one of genuine revulsion.
"Oh, snap."
"What? No one’s told you before?" Anton made a brief, expressive vomiting gesture.
"That wasn’t why I said that. The German heir just had his ribs broken."
Anton turned, deadpan. "Really."
"Tell —you and the demon, who had higher stats in their pri?"
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