Lucius arrived at the location, which resembled a cave adorned with stalactites and stalactites at its top and bottom. The spiky rocks glowed an eerie green, adding to the haunted atmosphere of the place. "I feel it, the fragment is really here," Lucius muttered to himself. He was trying to recall how the future King of the Dead had used the power of the fragment to raise a terrifying corpse army. "You said you could retrieve it, right? Do it," ordered the woman. Lucius immediately began to move forward, each step measured and careful, as if afraid of treading on something dangerous. When Lucius reached the center where the energy was pulsating, he bent down and began to dig. His movements were quick, like an animal, which caused the robed figure watching him to occasionally chuckle. "He seems to really know the location of that thing," one of them remarked. Beneath Lucius was a dirt floor littered with human skulls, indicating it as the dumping ground for the victims of their ri
In Lucius' eyes, this was not an ordinary battle, but rather one that he felt more apt to call the Battle of the Gods. After all, how could it not be when lightning bolts and dreadful explosions took turns illuminating the scene? What was truly unique, however, was the faceless creature with large wings that seemed to be dominating the men in red robes. It was as though adults were toying with children; they were merely human and appeared completely outmatched. "Sassy!" A buxom girl, wearing a sinister-faced mask, seemed unable to hold back any longer and lunged skyward toward the four faceless, angelic figures. "Bang!" Her blow was so powerful that it sent the faceless angels spiraling into space, as if they had been struck by a devastating blow. "King of the Dead, I hope you don't run away," she shouted from above while Lucius, on the ground, merely tilted his head in confusion. "King of the Dead? Now she's calling me the King of the Dead?" The young man was obviously confused.
"So, why are you looking at me like that?" Lucius asked, seeing hope in the girl's eyes. "You humans still don't understand my precarious situation, do you?" the girl retorted, looking annoyed. Even so, she couldn't kill Lucius now that he had the system fragment they had been waiting for. "That's your problem, not mine." "But we fought a life and death battle together, didn't we?" "We? I think the angel's defeat was due to the skull army I summoned. Otherwise, the universe's will couldn't have weakened it." "Come on, I don't want to end up like them." The girl, once fierce, seemed to be softening. "How many humans have you killed?" Lucius asked, to which the girl promptly replied, "About two hundred people." "Two hundred?" Lucius stared sharply, his body unable to move much due to the drain of energy. She had previously asked him to exhaust himself to the point of fainting. Fortunately, it seemed that the universe's will had considered the destruction of the skull army quicker
Bondage seals were something the young man was not familiar with. He observed as ancient letters he didn't recognize moved across the demon girl's body inch by inch. The process made her scream and occasionally chuckle, as if amusement fought with pain within her. The girl gasped and panted quickly, her body coated in a layer of sweat when the bondage process was over. "Amia, facing master," she said, adopting a respectful pose with one knee resting on the ground while the other was raised, one fist supporting her body on the ground. "Alright, Amia, you can call me Lucius. And, I'm not fond of that style of honour," Lucius added, and the girl immediately stood up. "What's with that look in your eyes?" Lucius asked, noticing the girl's lustful gaze, like a she-cat in heat. "Master, your scent of death is really strong." "You've said that before, and I believe I also know the cause of it," Lucius replied. "The cause?" The girl looked genuinely surprised, but Lucius simply shrugg
"Hmm, what are you guys doing here?" the man with strange bangs approached, ensuring his men surrounded the two mysterious figures with their hands raised. "We're just on a date," Lucius retorted, tugging on the arm of the girl beside him. She gave a soft, surprised sound. "On a date? In an ancient tomb like this?" he asked, stroking his strange bangs, seemingly deriving pleasure from the act. "Do you think I'm stupid?" He pulled a small dagger from his waist, boldly pressing it against Lucius's forehead. "As I suspected, he's no different from his younger self. Such a coward," Lucius thought to himself. "Brother, don't you recognize me?" Lucius asked. The man immediately stopped playing with his dagger and took a step back. "A friend? You recognize me?" His voice carried a hint of surprise. "I knew it, he really is a coward," Lucius mumbled inwardly. "Corporal Tiras, do you not recognize me anymore?" Lucius's tone was frosty, suggesting his importance. "You recognize me?" His
The building was immense and heavily fortified. Any passing vehicle had to endure intense scrutiny, indicating that this was no ordinary structure. Nestled within, a neatly organized workspace showcased a large photo of the Hedron nation's founder, underscoring the place's significance. "The generals are preoccupied, and General Nefion is engaged in unusual activities. Is that what you're saying, Minister of Defence?" queried a man in a white, long-sleeved shirt with slightly rolled-up sleeves. "Exactly, Mr. President. I fear this might destabilize our country." "Indeed, these individuals have been behaving like petty kings. It seems I need to remind them who truly runs this nation," retorted the man identified as the president. A young man, he was remarkably popular and had secured a majority of the votes in their country. He was the supreme leader, to whom the generals were expected to defer. "What about the secret crystal production in our gold mine?" "General Conrad has halt
"Sir, I don't know anything about this," the man with bushy bangs covering his face declared, looking terrified. Being summoned to the President's office was especially intimidating. "I don't need your excuses. Just explain about the two people you saw leaving that place," the President demanded. "Sir, they claimed to be General Nefion's right-hand men." "And you believe it?" The President's voice was chilling, demonstrating a lack of concern for the corporal's wellbeing. Meanwhile, Corporal Tiras seemed to be trembling violently, especially when he glanced at the strange entity in the room, a figure clad in ancient clothes with four terrifying eyes, unlike anything he'd seen before. "What are his characteristics?" "He is young, Mr President. Still a teenager." "A teenager? And you believe that he is General Nefion's right-hand man?" "Mr President, I'm afraid that the teenager is the fugitive who caused trouble in the secret prison. He is also rumoured to have killed General
"Mr. Lucius, where are we going?" the girl finally asked. It had been several days of travelling with Lucius, and their destination remained unclear. "We're looking for artifacts," Lucius answered. "Artifacts again? But how?" The girl was confused by Lucius' plan because she knew that artifacts were not easy to find. Lucius just shrugged, almost as if he wanted to say, "I don't know either". He had only heard from information in his previous life about an extraordinary fighting technique. "Amia, do you know what is important in a fight?" "Fighting techniques?" "They're important, but you won't be able to fight continuously if you only rely on them," Lucius said, his tone and smile mysteriously aloof. "I only heard this in my previous life: the story of a young man who drowned in a lake and gained terrible power." Of course, he could not share this story with the demon girl who had become his slave this time. "What if there is a power that can restore a person's energy every ti