The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

Backstory (Elliot's PoV)

I’m pissed.

I got scolded by my father again. The third time that it’s happened this month. And it’s not even my fault! It’s the fault of those useless players that he paired with me. That’s the only reason I’d lose to the likes of Merlin. If only they can block all of his spells, then I’d be able to hit him from a safe distance using my own sorcery.

That’s right! I use magic as well. But not the same as this mediocre person who claims to be the strongest. He’s not even anywhere near how powerful I am! He knows it as well – that he can never reach the same level as me.

I know that because he told me once to quit imbuing magic into my archery. He told me that it’s a waste because my skill combination is stupid. As well as the pairing of my first and secondary job class. I beat him up because of it of course.

I put him in the training room and gave him a dose of kobold blood. Enough to leave him gasping for breath. Enough to make him put his hand on his chest, gripping on to it so hard