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"tsk, tsk…"
Unfortunately for her, Renzo didn't even flinch. He just shook his head at this punk-rock-looking "queen."
"So, you're Morgana, huh? Honestly… I'm pretty disappointed. They said you are a beauty... sigh~"
"But your makeup and fashion sense? Ugly as hell."
"You bitch! You looking for death?!" Morgana's temper went off like a bomb. In the next instant, she lunged at him, a sword materializing in her hand as she swung straight for his head.
Black Wind and the others were completely stunned. This guy's got guts! Who the hell insults the Queen's looks to her face?!
Clang!
Morgana had attacked with full force, not holding back in the slightest. Yet her blade stopped dead—pinned in place by Renzo's raised hand, with just a single finger.
"What?!"
Morgana's eyes went wide.
This was her weapon—completely stopped by a finger from this pretty-boy stranger? Impossible.
Snarling, Morgana attacked again. This time she went all out, even using wormhole-transfer techniques to strike from impossible angles. Every slash, every stab—blocked by that same single finger.
"Go to hell!"
"..."
"Why aren't you dying?"
Even after running celestial calculations at full capacity, Morgana couldn't figure out how he was doing it.
And as for analyzing Renzo directly? Nothing. Not a single bit of data.
It was as if he didn't belong to their universe at all. The data simply couldn't read him.
"Ugh, screw this! Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?"
After testing him over and over and realizing she couldn't do a thing to him—even without using her full strength—Morgana finally backed off. This was inside the Demon One battleship, not out in space. She couldn't exactly go all out in here, could she?
She'd rather not wreck her own ship.
"Tch."
Renzo shrugged. Seeing Morgana drop the fight suited him just fine. He finally introduced himself. "Name's Renzo. Born and raised on Earth of the Solar System."
"Hah?"
Morgana gave him a look full of disbelief. "You? An Earth native? You really expect me to buy that?"
A backwater, pre-nuclear civilization producing a monster like this?Yeah, no. She wasn't buying it.
"Believe it or not, that's the truth. No reason for me to lie."
Renzo shrugged again. He didn't care if she believed him or not. "I'm here for two things."
"First—consider this a warning. From now on, you are not allowed to mess with human's territory. Not even a little."
"If you try anything, I'll wipe you out. Simple as that."
"Bastard! You looking for a fight?!"
Morgana's anger spiked again.
No one—no one—had ever threatened her like that. Not even Kesha.
"Whether you listen or not is your choice. I've given my warning. Don't say I didn't."
Renzo didn't care about her reaction and kept going. "Second—I'm very interested in your tech. Demon gene tech, celestial computer systems, all of it. I'm planning to stay here for a while and study it properly."
"You don't need to do anything. I'll handle it myself."
Morgana's eyes narrowed. So he was planning to just help himself?
"You want me to thank you for this?"
Her fury was practically shaking the room. "First you threaten me, now you come to loot my ship? Over my dead body! Get off Demon One before I really lose it!"
Yeah, Morgana's temper was legendary.
"And yet… you can't beat me. You can't even scratch me."
That smug, infuriating line made her blood boil even hotter.
But Renzo ignored her anger completely. His eyes glowed faintly as he activated his sharingan, beginning a full-scale analysis of Demon One—its systems, its data, and even Morgana's genetic and divine structure.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!"
Morgana couldn't detect exactly what he was up to, but her instincts screamed that something was wrong. "You're… analyzing me, aren't you?!"
"Smart girl."
Renzo smirked, still calmly processing information as he spoke. "Your god-making tech is fascinating. Definitely worth studying."
"But hey, I'm not a robber. Here—"
He flipped his hand, materializing a data storage core and tossing it to her. "Take this. Consider it compensation. Stop yelling, you won't be losing out."
Inside was a collection of black technologies Renzos had shared across worlds—none of which existed in this universe—plus a training method he'd just created.
It was designed around the nature of this world's dark energy, combined with techniques from other worlds.
With it, Morgana could strengthen herself by actively developing dark energy instead of relying solely on tech. For her, it was a real path toward self-evolution.
Not a small gift.
"You… hmph! Fine, I'll see what you've got. But if I don't like it, I'll blow up Demon One and take you down with me!"
Morgana snatched the core and started scanning its contents.
Moments later, her eyes widened.
"What the hell… a completely new artificial wormhole technology?"
"New energy systems?"
"A black hole bomb? Proton tech?!"
"And this method… you're serious? This isn't just some myth from your Earth fairy tales?"
Morgana frowned.
"Try it. Or have someone else try it. It's custom-made for you, based on your gene data and Demon One's systems. One of a kind."
Renzo didn't even look up as he answered, still running his analysis.
"Damn it! You really are analyzing me! What the hell is this ability? How are you doing this without me even noticing?!"
Even while asking, she had already sent the training method to one of her demons to test.
She hated this guy—she really did—but what else could she do?
She couldn't beat him, couldn't even find a single weakness to exploit. All she could do was try to learn as much as possible.
And the more she saw of the data he'd given her, the more intrigued she became.
"Maybe… just maybe, with this guy's help, I really could get stronger. Strong enough to beat that bitch Kesha on my own."
Morgana's lips curled into a dangerous smile.
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