The Fraud Heir to The Strongest Clan

After eating and drinking a little bit, the girl fell asleep on the warm bed. Dhein stayed by her side the whole time despite the constant nagging of Cyreth at the back of his head.

He turned to the owners of the house and asked:

"Why did you let us in?"

The couple looked at each other and then back at him.

They then answered:

"To live."

It wasn't that there was a major difference between the human and demon psyche. Their way of living and thinking had been shaped by a driving force that was so unstoppable and powerful, over time, the demonkind had become driven by fear.

They weren't inherently evil.

It made Dhein think about Sullivan Wixorn's spite on humans for killing his demon spouse.

Dhein stood up and then walked up to the homeowners. They looked like poor villagers struggling just to survive each day.

It was obvious that whoever ruled Sekhtar had no idea what he was doing.

Dhein knew nothing about the former Demon King except for his appearance. Krushe and Parro also mentioned that he somehow defeated him, and he didn't question it.

"The child will stay here. I will come back for her later," he said.

Then, he and Krushe walked out of the home.

He whispered to Cyreth:

"You can continue now."

With that, he gave the fallen god the control over his body. Meanwhile, he took the time to gather his thoughts.

Although Cyreth wanted to complain, he kept his silence and just walked forward.

'Tsk... this idiot always does so much,' the god thought.

When they got out of the village, nothing but grassy plains and mountains lied ahead. Cyreth turned to the demoness beside him and then asked:

"How fast can you run?"

Krushe confusedly looked at him.

"About three hundred miles an hour, sire."

Cyreth sighed in disappointment.

"This is going to take a while..." he mumbled.

Then, he spoke firmly to Krushe.

"Alright, run in that direction at your full speed. If you manage to reach the other side of the mountain before I do, I'll give you a reward."

Again, confusion washed over Krushe's face.

"Reward?"

Cyreth smiled.

"Yes. But if you fail..."

He leaned closer and his smile distorted into a terrible grin.

"You will be punished."

He saw from her throat that she swallowed in nervousness.

"A punishment so heavy that you will curse your existence."

Her pale purple face turned even paler.

"Wh—What is this punishment, i—if I may ask?"

Cyreth crossed his arms, an amused smirk was plastered across his face.

'Well, I'll leave that up to the human, hehe.'

After completing his wicked, cruel thoughts, he answered.

"Lose this race if you want to find out."

And with that, the poor demoness was filled with fear and anxiety once again.

'Ah, there's nothing like harassing weak fools.'

He pointed to the direction of the southern mountains.

"I'll give you ten, no — twenty seconds headstart. You better start running."

She looked at him with great hesitation.

"Twenty."

"Nineteen."

She assumed a wide stance, her breathing was heavy and uneven.

"Eighteen."

The scared demoness bolted with all her might, leaving dust clouds in her wake. As she said, she was really running at three hundred miles an hour.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Taking his words seriously, poor Krushe accelerated beyond her limits, creating greater and greater distance between them.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Cyreth took a couple steps forward and then, his vision zoomed out as the light coming at him took less time to travel to his eyes.

The ground at his feet exploded.

The sound barrier itself got torn as Cyreth moved with unmatched speed. It took him only three seconds to overtake Krushe who was already running beyond her physical limitations.

As he passed her by, he saw in slow motion her terrified eyes as she looked at him.

But he didn't care.

Cyreth ran even faster, leaving Krushe behind his trail.

After some time, he had already gone around a full mountain, barely breaking a sweat.

He gazed upon the raging sea at the end of the world. No weak creatures existed in this place, nature wouldn't allow it. There were no prey, only predators. Predators who preyed on each other.

He started to walk to the edge of the cliff. Below him were deadly waves splashing against the rocks with intense force.

Cyreth waited for a moment, certain that she would feel his presence. Then, a few seconds later, deep rumbling filled the earth, shaking the sea and land.

A low, gutteral voice of a behemoth resounded from the ocean.

"Cy...reth..."

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Yours truly."

The waters bulged up, its surface rising as tall as the mountain behind him.

When the surface broke and retreated down, an abomination of a giant was revealed.

She looked like a mix of a woman and a snake, with black gigantic kelps for hair. Her skin was thick and grey, her entire eyes were pitch black.

With her colossal frame, it looked like a mountain had suddenly emerged in the middle of the sea. And her lower half was still submerged underwater.

She scowled at him. Everytime she made movements, windstorms seemed to form.

"I thought you were dead!" she shouted.

Cyreth laughed.

"I'm also surprised that you're still alive, Nessy. Haven't the oysters ran out yet?"

She leaned closer. Doing this movement alone caused the waves to ripple violently.

"This vessel is quite handsome, Cyreth. You've got an eye!"

Cyreth replied.

"I have been lucky. By the way, please call me Dheinyrus from now on."

Nessy raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Don't ask, just do it."

She scoffed.

"Fine."

The giant leaned back and then asked:

"So what brings you here?"

A sudden seriousness crossed his face.

"It's actually about my vessel. I want to ask you a few things."

'And I'm sure you want to know these as well, human,' he thought.

The giant mused for a few moments and then answered.

"Ask away, Dheinyrus."