Rebirth of the Ruined Noble

There was only one way for an individual to exit the exile after entering it. The treacherous path to freedom required them to kill the owner of the exile, better known as the master of the exile. This enigmatic figure typically resided deep within the confines of the exile, surrounded by its formidable subordinate demons. To reach the master, one had to navigate through a horde of terrifying creatures that lurked in the shadows, ready to strike at any moment.

"I can see a monster up ahead," Zephyr exclaimed, his sword swiftly unsheathed as he continued his graceful drift.

I too didn't waste any movement and took out the magic powered handgun in my pocket.

Sensing the impending danger, I wasted no time and retrieved the magic-powered handgun from my pocket. While Zephyr excelled in close combat, it was best for me to support him from a distance, intervening only when necessary.

As we paused for a moment, my gaze fixed upon the monster Zephyr had discovered. A wave of shock washed over me.

"...! Oni Demon?!!"

I caught sight of the colossal Oni Demon before us. Standing tall and exuding pure intimidation, it easily reached a towering height of eight to ten feet. Its muscular, robust frame emanated an overwhelming aura of strength, leaving me feeling utterly insignificant in its presence.

"Hey Zephyr, didn't you say it was a low-ranked exile?" I shouted in frustration as Zephyr fearlessly charged towards the Oni demon.

"Did I? It seems like I misjudged..." Zephyr trailed off, his voice tinged with excuse.

"Arhh! Damn it!"

I couldn't help but express my frustration aloud. The demon in front of us was a low-intermediate rank demon, which typically only appeared in intermediate rank exiles.

Mortals classified demons who appeared in the exiles into six realms,

Low rank demons.

Intermediate rank demons.

High rank demons.

Transition rank demons.

Transcendent rank demons, and finally,

The Monarch level demons.

Each of these were further divided into low, intermediate, and high ranks based on their power.

Where as the monarch level had different classification as Knights, Counts, Marquise, Presidents, Dukes, Princes and the Kings, which represented the position of 36 monarchs of hell.

Normally, only low level monsters and demons inhibited a low ranking exile with a low-intermediate rank demon being the master of the exile. However, encountering a low-intermediate demon right at the beginning hinted that the this exile is at least intermediate one.

The realization dawned on me, and a sense of foreboding washed over. If this was an intermediate exile, we were bound to face a low-high ranking demon as the master of the dungeon, possessing strength equivalent to a nadir 5-star knight. Merely contemplating this fact filled me with fear and trepidation.

As a newly promoted nadir 2-star knight, I knew my limitations. Even with heightened stats and combat experience from my previous life, I could only tap into the power of a low-rank three-star knight at most. Engaging with these low-intermediate rank Onis, let alone the master of the exile, would prove incredibly challenging.

In this situation, there was only one way for me to safely clear the exile: to rely on Zephyr's abilities.

'darn it!'

However, the thought of depending on him sickened me to the core.

Zephyr, the top student among the first years, was at least a peak 3-star knight. Combining our powers might offer a glimmer of hope against the master of the dungeon, but as I observed the monster before me, doubt began to creep in.

A towering creature loomed in front of us, its red eyes fixed upon us with an intense glare.

Although to the observers, it may seem like the difference between low rank and low-intermediate rank isn't that much, only experiencing it would know what it feels like.

Despite that I aimed my gun at the Oni demon.

The Oni demon's skin, a deep shade of red, appeared rough and textured, resembling scales or hardened hide. It boasted supernatural resilience, rendering my bullets ineffective unless I targeted vital points.

'The scarier part is not it's body....'

But it was the Oni demon's face that truly chilled me to the bone. Its piercing eyes seemed to penetrate into the depths of my soul, while curved horns protruded from its forehead, enhancing its already menacing countenance. The jagged fangs lining its mouth sent shivers down my spine, a testament to the devastating power it possessed.

Adding to its fearsome appearance, untamed, vividly colored hair cascaded around the Oni demon's face, giving it a wild and savage aura. It billowed in the wind, a visual manifestation of the creature's untamed nature. The Oni's tattered and torn garments hung loosely from its powerful frame, a blatant display of its disregard for convention and order. It was a creature that embraced chaos, embodying the essence of malevolence.

With each step the Oni demon took, a deep, thunderous sound resonated, magnifying its physical presence and reinforcing the feeling of impending doom. Its muscular arms and hands, adorned with claw-like nails, served as a chilling reminder of its lethal capabilities. As I stood there, a mere nadir 2-star knight, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the sheer strength radiating from this monstrous entity.

In that moment, I realized the true terror of encountering an Oni demon. It was a creature that commanded fear, an embodiment of sheer power and malevolence

Despite the daunting circumstances, I aimed my gun at the Oni demon, determined to do whatever I could to contribute.

Each bullet in my possession, including the magazine loaded in the gun, represented a potential opportunity to weaken the Oni demon's defenses. I had a total of four additional magazines, each loaded with twenty bullets, giving me a hundred rounds in total. It was the most I could prepare, as the academy provided limited ammunition, reserving the scarce supply for training purposes.

I don't know if these will be enough to clear all the demons in the exile but let's hope it is.

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