The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

Loser

Philein is able to escape the city, but not without suffering some damage. Half of his body has been burnt to the point that his flesh is exposed. His eyes are swelling so badly from their sockets that it almost looks as if these would fall off anytime. Various body parts are missing and, he can barely crawl on the ground.

The surge of pain is unlike anything he’s ever experienced in his life. Even back on earth, he has never gone through something like this. He’s always had an average life. Not a good one but, not a bad one as well. He lived normally and, a lifestyle such as this has never known true pain…until that moment.

“MERLIN!” His voice echoed through the pitch-black darkness, seething with rage as the exposed flesh of his burnt hands clawed the dirt on the ground. Digging as deep as they could while Philein burned the image of Merlin in his head – swearing to get his revenge for the humiliation that he suffered.

Before that, he needs to survive first. That he did by using hi