The Strongest Player is a Demon Lord

The Master

A house in the middle of nowhere. That is the place Lazaro arrived to. There isn’t any nearby community, no trees, no monsters, not even any insect. The house is solitary. Wrecked and seemingly abandoned. But still in one piece. Though this is nothing more than an illusion for the sake of appearances.

“Ex nihil terrare fuster noir.”

The chant made black magic circles appear below the house. Covering the entirety of the ground surface it stands on. Lazaro stepped on the edge of the magic circle which immediately let out a burst of dark mana. Swooping across the entirety of the wasteland as it changed shape.

The sandy barren ground got covered in grass and vegetation. Trees of abundant fruits grew everywhere and, a soft wind blew across the skin of the illusionist. Lazaro himself cannot create something like this. That’s why he’s amazed to see such a high level of concealment spell being used. Though there is one player who’s able to do so back in the days of Requiem, the same one he ju