How could he not have planned for this?
Austin wasn't reckless.
Not this time.
He knew anything could happen—because this wasn't the first time he was facing Astaroth.
He wasn't the only one who carried memories from the last timeline.
Astaroth did too.
And that made the threat even worse.
So, Austin planned.
He went over every single possibility, even the ones that seemed impossible. And he prepared for all of them.
Because this time, he refused to lose anyone.
He had already paid the price once.
Not again.
Thanks to all his preparation, the people he cared about—his friends, his family and his wife—were now safe. Hidden far away in a system-created artificial dungeon. Somewhere not even a Demon Lord could reach.
Now, Austin could finally face the root of this chaos.
He could finally face him.
The plague named Astaroth.
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"Where the hell am I?!" the Demon Lord bellowed, his voice echoing across the black void.
