Staring at the mysterious powerhouse in front of him, Silas felt an overwhelming pressure.
And ninety-nine percent of that pressure came from the system's mission.
If he had been ignorant, he might not have felt so afraid—but now that he knew, just thinking about that terrifying string of zeroes made his head spin.
And the other party's race—Abyssal Demon—was enough to make him want to cough up blood.
Their infamy stretched across the multiverse, needing no further introduction.
Combined with the mission's description, it felt like anyone standing next to this guy would get instantly vaporized—no matter who they were.
Silas felt like a noob still grinding low-level mobs in the starter zone, only to be ambushed at the gate by a max-level boss.
'Big guy… you really showed up too early. I'm honestly not worthy of your attention right now…'
A tear rolled down the corner of his eye.
After a long silence, Silas still couldn't think of how to answer Orsaga's question. So, with a stiff expression, he forced out an awkward yet polite smile and said,
"I… I'm not too sure about what you're referring to, but I…"
"Smack!"
Before he could finish, Orsaga casually slapped him across the face.
He couldn't read Silas's memories, but from his microexpressions alone, Orsaga—who had read thousands of books—could already tell the next words were going to be a lie.
With a single blow, a spray of blood flew out along with exactly half of Silas's teeth.
Not one more. Not one less.
Orsaga even kindly realigned the remaining teeth, top and bottom.
After doing all this, he calmly raised a finger and said:
"I respect your choices. So, I'll give you one more chance.
1. I tear open your skull and find the answer myself.
2. You answer my question honestly right now.
Choose one."
As a polite demon, once he realized he couldn't extract Silas's memories by devouring his soul, Orsaga democratically gave him two options.
So Silas could make his own "informed" decision.
Moved by Orsaga's enlightened approach, Silas was immediately struck with deep emotion. Clenching his fists tightly, he said,
"That slap—whether in angle or force—was absolutely perfect! It feels like it knocked some sense right into my soul!, I've completely come to my senses now!. Actually, I'm not a native of this Planet. I ended up here because of a very… unexpected reincarnation!"
He looked at Orsaga with the most sincere eyes of his life.
Even more sincere than when he was a kid, caught sneaking out with his parents' money to go online, only to be beaten by both of them at once.
Feeling that intense sincerity, Orsaga nodded calmly.
"Alright then. This so-called reincarnation—what started it?"
Silas answered honestly,
"It was a golden orb of light! It just dropped out of the sky and smashed me right in the head!"
That sounded a bit too much like a classic lucky encounter, and Orsaga immediately picked up on the vibe.
So he asked,
"Did the orb reincarnate with you? And… does it have some sort of ability?"
Hearing that, Silas's heart trembled.
'Damn! Even demons are familiar with this setup now?!'
He wanted to lie.
But the memory of Orsaga casually threatening to open his skull made him ultimately give in.
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, and glancing at his assistant cautiously walking over, Silas replied:
"Yes… That thing gave me a special ability. After completing certain conditions, I receive rewards from it."
Now Orsaga understood the general picture.
So it turns out he was a transmigrator too.
And likely the same kind as himself—a system-bound transmigrator.
He casually asked,
"Got it. What was your previous world called?"
Silas kept his head low and muttered,
"Earth."
Hearing that, Orsaga paused, surprised. He hadn't expected to run into someone from his own past world.
Even though parallel universes made these connections a bit muddy, and they might've come from entirely different dimensions, Orsaga still brightened up:
"Well, well! A fellow Earthling! Who would've thought I'd meet someone from back home here in the Abyss?"
"...?"
Silas blinked, confused, and looked up in surprise. That sentence sounded like… an old hometown proverb?
But before he could ask anything, his vision suddenly went black.
With a casual flick of his hand to shake off the blood, Orsaga smiled to himself.
"I've killed countless locals in the Abyss who just happened to be from my hometown… but I never thought I'd get the chance to kill a fellow Earthling too. What a lucky day!"
As Silas's headless body dropped to the floor, the assistant who had been approaching suddenly froze in shock—then let out a sharp, piercing scream.
Instantly, everyone in the base turned their attention in his direction.
"Too noisy,"
Before they could react, Orsaga simply willed it—and people started dropping like flies.
After finishing that, he turned back to Silas's corpse… and the terrified soul hovering above it.
Silas shouted:
"Why? Why did you do this?!"
Orsaga blinked in confusion.
"You're human. I'm a demon. We were never on the same side to begin with. What's wrong with what I did?"
Silas stared at him in disbelief.
"But… you're a transmigrator too! You came from Earth!"
Orsaga shrugged.
"So what? That past life means nothing. And besides, even on Earth—wasn't killing fellow transmigrator a time-honored tradition?"
From the moment of his rebirth, Orsaga had never cared about his previous life.
He treated it as nothing more than inherited memory—no emotional attachment whatsoever.
Without another word, he began to invade both Silas's body and soul, piece by piece.
He was looking for the system—or whatever had been supporting Silas.
But after a thorough search, he found nothing.
It was as if Silas had been a regular person all along.
Orsaga rubbed his chin, expression calm.
"Outside my observation range?"
So he issued a command to his Evolution System:
"Devour this guy."
Moments later, the system responded:
[High-energy entity detected. Subject possesses automatic countermeasures. Forceful absorption will require 4,348,000,000 evolution points. Proceed?]
Orsaga didn't even blink before selecting Yes.
He couldn't care less about the cost—he could just farm more from other sources later.
And the moment he confirmed the command, his evolution points dropped slightly—
But then began to skyrocket.
In the end, he received several hundred times the points he had spent, credited straight back to his account.
And that was just the beginning.
The vast majority of the points were automatically invested into enhancements he had preconfigured.
Orsaga nodded in satisfaction.
"Fellow Earthling indeed—he really was something special. That one guy was worth more than twenty full-powered Raiyaglen..."
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