I will be a demon in this life!

"Power," Mart muttered to himself. He wasn't fooling himself; in the end, it all boiled down to one word.

In war, leaders sought to win and demonstrate their "power."

Only power gave one a true place in the world, especially in this world where an individual could rise in rank if they had the ability and resources. But not social or economic rank, rather a rank of power capable of destroying and deforming the environment, a power that depended solely on the individual. Mart understood this even more when he finished reading the book "Demonic Hearts"; but he also understood that there would always be enemies, that one mistake could end him, but as long as he was strong, he would survive.

"Protect and enjoy. I am ambitious, now more than ever," Mart understood as he watched the armies engage in bloody and deadly combat.

[Greed trait activated]

[You will gain five times everything you obtain]

Mart smiled subtly, but he still did not let his guard down and continued to observe the movements of the most powerful humans within the enemy army.

...

Alden Milariant commanded his own army from the rear, protecting them with magic spells that increased his soldiers' defense and resistance, but he did not act directly because he still felt the inquisitive gaze upon him.

"He's warning me. If I attack, he will too," Alden thought helplessly.

At that moment, Alden hoped the day would end, because the senior commander had indicated that he would act personally if necessary after analyzing the forces of the demon army. However...

...

With almost two hours to go before nightfall, the imposing Balac Sevec wielded his sword with his right hand, blocking Sansen's spear.

A powerful shockwave spread from the point where the two warriors faced each other in fierce combat.

The ground beneath their feet cracked as if threatening to collapse into an endless abyss.

The moment the two weapons collided, Balac drew "Rubilac" and made an upward cut whose destructive and cutting power reached the human camp and left a clear mark of the cut along the ground.

At that moment, Sansen Grivent vomited blood, barely understanding what had happened. The upper half of his body separated from the lower half. In an instant, his rival's power had reached a tyrannical level.

Sansen's eyes looked at Balac. At that moment, the demon with dark red horns and eyes burning like fiery gems had already raised "Rubilac" again.

Cut!

Blood!

Sansen Grivent's head rolled across the floor.

Balac sighed.

"It's war; my grandson is right. I must drink a little when I return," thought Balac as he watched his eternal rival lie dead on the floor, shattered as a result of the combat.

The humans who were fighting felt terror at the aura emanating from Balac Sevec.

Alden Milariant was still staring at the part of the military camp that had been destroyed by a powerful slash that his magical barriers had been unable to stop.

"Retreat," was Alden Milariant's thought. He considered himself a skilled, proud, and powerful wizard, but the moment his magical barriers were destroyed as if they were paper, he concluded that defeat was inevitable and that the best course of action was to ensure the survival of as many soldiers as possible.

As Alden was about to give the order, a majestic man appeared at his side, putting him at ease.

Lenard Trismegisto wore a beautiful, sumptuous black robe with silver patterns resembling dragons. His long, straight white hair had a few black strands that waved majestically every time the breeze blew. With the mask covering his eyes and forehead, he extended his perception to the rear of the enemy army.

"Who is he?" Alden wondered to himself. It was the third time he had sensed another powerful presence, but he was comforted to know that this time the powerful presence came from a human.

...

Mart, who was observing the battlefield, turned his gaze toward Lenard Trismegisto.

At that moment, it seemed as if everything had stopped and been reduced to just two beings.

"I don't feel confident, but he only seems to be a magician at the initial level of the eighth circle. He must possess a powerful treasure or something else," Mart thought without letting his guard down. He was ready to activate a "capital trait" card if necessary. He now had three, after the demonic system readjusted and calculated Mart's progress, granting him a reward of a "capital trait" card of his choice. And he did not hesitate to choose the "The Pride" card.

On the other hand, Lenard was also evaluating Mart.

"This demon is powerful, but his power seems unstable. He looks a bit like Balac Sevec. He must be the much-mentioned believer of Alvat from the Marquisate of Demons. Mart Sevec. He must have felt pressured and rose in rank abruptly. A long battle could cause his death at this point. In the future, if he stabilizes his power, he will be a danger to humanity, but..." Lenard Trismegisto thought and evaluated Mart, but then turned his attention to Balac Sevec.

"A demonic treasure," murmured Lenard, realizing at a glance that Balac Sevec's fearsome increase in power came from the demonic sword wielded by that demon.

"It's your turn," said Lenard Trismegistus.

"Ha ha ha, it was worth going along with you." The world seems very entertaining now," said a man with wavy black hair, a beard and mustache, almost two meters tall, wearing a high-ranking magical beast leather sweater, leather pants, and boots, his entire outfit black.

The man who appeared next to Lenard held a grotesque sword that emitted an ominous energy. The sword seemed to be made of flesh and had multiple eyes.

It was a sword similar to the one held by the late Raden Selerian.

Raden Selerian was the one who attacked Isirid at the Danteriar Academy and who died fighting Selef on Marrac Mountain.

Bang!

Everyone in the field shuddered.

The earth itself seemed to roar the moment Balac Sevec clashed his red sword against the ominous sword wielded by the powerful human warrior who exuded a powerful demonic aura.

The shockwave produced by the impact was so powerful that it lifted earth, stones, and dust into the air. A shockwave that, like a crushing wave, headed toward the two armies.

At that moment, Mart raised his left hand.