The Player's POV

"Are you kidding me?"

At that moment, everything seemed to slow down.

Alaric was confident that he could dodge all those death-colored energy spheres.

He knew that this wouldn't be easy.

He also thought that it wouldn't be that difficult.

But, there was one thing that The King hadn't considered.

Nothing was absolute.

If a person were to chop vegetables with their eyes closed, then out of 100 times that person did that action, they would definitely get cut once.

Nothing was perfect.

And it seemed that Alaric had forgotten about that.

"No…"

That energy ball was getting closer and closer to his face.

There was no doubt that The King would definitely die.

But did he really have no hope left?

'Think, Alaric!'

His brain was pushed to maximum capacity.

'Think, Alaric!'

Adrenaline was continuously being released like a broken dam.

'Think, Alaric!'

His eyes were darting around at a terrifying speed.

'Think, Alaric!'

Even though he was covered in the darkness of despair, he was still trying his best to find a ray of hope.

'Think, Alaric!'

Like a person who couldn't swim fell into a river.

Even though he knew the possibility was very low, he still struggled.

Hoping that a miracle would happen.

'That's right!'

At that moment, hope appeared.

At that moment, The King had an idea.

His eyes locked onto the sword in his hand.

Then, without hesitation, Alaric threw the sword that had accompanied him in his previous life into that energy sphere.

"Goodbye, my greatest companion."

The King closed his eyes.

He felt regretful.

But, it was the only choice.

That sword had accompanied him for a long time, and lived an extremely long life.

It was time to let it rest in peace.

Humans always said that objects had no life.

But they also had no proof that that thing did not exist.

The energy sphere smashed into the sword.

WHUUMMP—SHHHhhhfff…

And then the sword disappeared, leaving only ripples in the air.

"I will avenge you, my friend."

Alaric's eyes immediately opened.

They were red, brimmed with anger.

His running steps became more agile.

Adrenaline continued to be secreted.

Making the speed of those energy spheres in Alaric's eyes slower.

Making it much easier for him to dodge.

"But so what?"

The Demon King laughed.

It was the laugh of a villain who knew he was about to win.

"You lost your sword! You lost your only weapon!"

"Didn't those demons tell you?"

The King approached the Demon King, smirking.

"Tell what?"

The Demon King frowned, slightly tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword as he sensed a bit of danger.

"Oh, I forgot, I killed all of them before they had a chance to report to you."

From the very beginning, Alaric didn't need to bring any weapons.

Because…

"I can create any weapon I want."

[High Level Aura.]

A part of the aura that was embracing The King's body started to move to his arm, gathering in his palm, and slowly turning into a sharp and bloodthirsty sword.

"…!"

The Demon King's eyes widened as he witnessed all of that happening.

He couldn't have imagined that Alaric would be able to do that.

No, even in his dreams, the Demon King couldn't have imagined that this scenario would happen.

But, anyway, it was too late now.

A slash was released

Whoosh!

Aimed straight at the Demon King's neck.

That sword… was no different from the scythe of a grim reaper.

***

The Demon King, despite being a high and mighty existence, still feared something called death.

The distance between his neck and that blade was gradually narrowing at a speed that rivaled that of sound.

100 meters per second?

100 kilometers per second?

He didn't know either.

Would the Demon King die here?

Was this the end?

'Could it be… it's all over?'

The Demon King thought, feeling unwilling.

He had been given a second chance, only to mess things up again?

What about the demon race?

Would they be completely annihilated this time?

If so, the Demon King didn't like it at all.

"No."

The demon race was the most powerful race.

Demons were the most magnificent creatures in this world.

No living being could stand on par with the demon race.

'I gave them hope, but now I die?'

The demon king gritted his teeth.

That's ridiculous!

He was the demon king!

The almighty leader of the demon race!

The strongest.

He couldn't die here!

Especially by the sword of a human.

"Once is more than enough…"

Killing intent surged in the demon king's eyes.

"Fuck you, Dix."

The demon king stuck out his tongue, making an expression as if he was above the heavens and considered everyone lower than him.

"Fight with all you have, hero!"

Alaric's blade couldn't touch the demon king's.

Because he wouldn't allow it.

The moment the two were only a few millimeters apart, the demon king chose to explode himself.

Boom!

Instantly, a rolling shockwave was born.

At the same time, a huge and thick cloud of smoke rose up, blocking The King's entire vision.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Alaric jumped a few steps back.

Right now, he couldn't determine the demon king's location.

So, the only way he could do was to heighten all of his senses to the maximum.

"I hope this will work."

The King gripped the sword created by aura as if he wanted to crush it completely.

Whoosh!

A shadow moved in the smoke, and following that was a voice that was not unfamiliar at all.

"Indeed, you have become much stronger than before, Dix."

Alaric tried to locate the shadow.

Yet he failed.

"You have also attained a strange power, something that even I cannot imagine."

He knew that it was the demon king.

But he could not know where he was.

"But, your time is up, Dix."

Guessing the location by the voice?

Impossible.

"So what if you have special powers? You'll still be killed by my sword anyway."

The demon king was always on the move.

"It is time to close the feud that should have ended thousands of years ago."

Like a ghost.

Like a predator toying with its prey.

"It's a pity that we're not on the same side. We could easily conquer the world if that were to happen."

Behind Alaric, a dark light suddenly flashed.

Then came the scent of death.

"Die, hero Dix."

Whoosh!

The Demon King gently swung his obsidian sword.

As if he was cutting a leaf.

Slash!

Surprisingly, that slash actually succeeded.

Thud!

As the next moment, The King's left arm fell to the floor.