Shuo stepped forward, appearing before Rias and her group with a relaxed smile.
"Nicely done. You didn't let me down."
Rias, Sona, and the others spun around, faces brightening.
"Shuo-kun!"
Their joy stalled for a split second when they spotted Kuroka and Rossweisse at his side.
Seriously? He was gone for mere moments and came back with two more women? This guy's a walking scandal.
Shuo's gaze shifted upward, his voice suddenly cold.
"Two rats hiding in the shadows—done watching, or do you plan to keep lurking?"
Rias and Sona tensed. There are others here?
The air above the hall shimmered, space twisting. Two figures materialized in front of everyone.
The system chimed in:
Check-in Characters: Shalba Beelzebub, Creuserey Asmodeus; Red Tier—Eliminate!
Just a red-tier mission? Shuo's lip curled in contempt. These two, barely at peak Ultimate-class, actually dared to pick a fight?
Shalba, descendant of Maou Beelzebub, had borrowed the Infinite Dragon God's snakes to claw his way back to Maou-level power, desperate to reclaim the throne.
Creuserey? Equally delusional—he'd once tried to solo Sirzechs, Azazel, and Michael, the three strongest beings around. Got obliterated for his trouble.
Absolute morons. Delivering themselves for slaughter.
Shalba sneered, voice dripping arrogance.
"Nangong Shuo, we know you've killed Kokabiel, defeated Katerea, and even bested the Two Heavenly Dragons, Vali and Lux. But you're nowhere near our level. Work for us, and maybe we'll let you live. Otherwise, you die here."
Shuo gave them a look that could freeze lava.
"Idiots."
The insult landed like a slap. Shalba and Creuserey bristled, eyes narrowing.
"How dare a mere human insult the great Maou!"
"Die, Nangong Shuo!"
Without another word, both absorbed the Infinite Dragon God's snakes, their power surging to true Maou-class.
But if you need a crutch just to reach Maou-level, you're still trash, Shuo thought, unfazed.
Shalba raised his hand, firing a beam of pure light—angelic, fallen, it didn't matter. Creuserey, face twisted in rage, gathered a storm of purple energy and unleashed it in a savage pillar.
Shuo barely blinked. With a flick of his wrist, a ripple of blue energy materialized, swallowing their attacks whole.
"What?!"
Shalba and Creuserey's faces drained of color.
These attacks could wipe out entire countries—yet Shuo erased them like a child popping soap bubbles.
Impossible.
Utterly impossible.
Shuo shook his head, almost bored.
"That's all you've got? My turn."
He drew Excalibur. Light flooded the blade, amplified by Word of Power and Overchant—stacking enchantments until the sword thrummed with lethal energy.
Creuserey's bravado cracked.
"This is bad… we need to run!"
Both spun, desperate to escape. Sweat poured down their faces—the killing intent radiating from Shuo was suffocating.
But could they outrun him? Not a chance.
Shuo's eyes tracked their retreat, cold and merciless. He swung Excalibur with his full strength.
"EX—calibur!"
The light cannon roared after them, a tidal wave of destruction. Shalba and Creuserey threw up every shield they could muster, pouring all their magic into barriers.
"Nooooo!"
Their scream was cut short as the beam swallowed them whole—barriers, bodies, everything—reduced to ash in a heartbeat.
And Excalibur's fury didn't stop there. The blast tore through the Underworld's boundary, streaking into the human world and slicing a path through the night.
Thunder rolled across both realms, the aftershocks rattling the foundations of the Underworld. It took ages for the tremors to fade.
Shuo eyed the devastation, whistling softly.
"No wonder gamers always max out their gear. With enchantments, Excalibur's just broken."
Full-power Excalibur, boosted by Word of Power and Overchant, was a monster.
He could go toe-to-toe with Beast Emperor 666 now—maybe even injure it with a single swing.
Note to self: time to invent some new moves.
All around, the strongest in the room stared in open-mouthed shock, swallowing nervously.
Bikou wiped sweat from his brow, glancing at Vali.
"Vali, maybe we should just let Shuo keep Kuroka. I mean… she's safer with him, right?"
Vali said nothing. His silence spoke volumes. How did Shuo get so absurdly strong—again?
Odin was frozen, eyes wide, muttering to himself.
"These kids nowadays are monsters. I'm getting too old for this."
He snapped his staff, vaporizing a few stray Old Satan Faction devils, then hurried off to find Shuo.
Better get those peace treaties signed, and fast.
Rias and the others finally snapped out of their daze, eyes wide.
"Shuo-kun, that was insane—you just wiped out two Maou-class enemies in a heartbeat."
Even knowing Shuo's true strength, seeing it in action was another thing entirely. The scene was simply too overwhelming.
Kuroka and Rossweisse gaped, mouths agape—an egg could've fit inside.
Shuo just shrugged, smiling.
"They were weak. Not much of a challenge, honestly."
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