After the first round, in which Grey de Morial fought William Falcona, Grey de Morial emerged victorious using his special pool,
the competition was halted for two and a half hours for maintenance. The arena had been completely obliterated by Grey's final attack.
During this time, all members of both teams were gathering their thoughts after the events of the previous round.
In a private area belonging to the "Cannibals," a heavy silence hung in the air.
William, slightly injured, sat in a chair with his head bowed. He didn't speak, he didn't say a word. He felt a bitter taste in his mouth—the bitterness of defeat, the shame, the disgrace that gripped him after being beaten by a child who was only 15 years old.
William's training spanned more years than Grey's entire lifespan. He had 600 years of experience in battles and warfare, yet in the end, he had lost to a child the age of his great-great-grandchild, had he been married.
A deep, despairing sigh escaped his lips. His gaze was filled with an absolute desire, a burning ambition to reach the summit like a raging fire.
He spoke in his heart with a vow that would only be broken by his own head being severed from his body.
"I will reach the summit, no matter the calamities and challenges, even if it threatens my life itself. I will become stronger, whatever the cost. Let the world bear witness."
He turned his gaze towards his teammates, finding them all dejected. Gowther and Gian were nowhere to be seen, so he could gauge their mental state, especially since they were new members. Gowther had left for an unknown reason, while Gian was training for his turn, which would ultimately be against both Yuta Cassiral and Brevica Aslhan. According to information Gowther had given him, both were strong, with Yuta being the strongest member of the team.
William sighed as he looked at his team, defeated both mentally and physically. He unleashed his aura, a terrifying pressure that left everyone stunned. It was the pressure of someone at the Semi-Ruler (peak) level, something they couldn't withstand.
After several seconds, he canceled the aura. His tyrant spoke in a loud voice, filled with power and dignity.
"You are nothing but cowardly fools. You don't deserve this power. The weakest among us is a saint (early), and you're afraid of mere children who are only 15 years old? Even if we lose, it's not a disgrace. We are fighting the elite, the elite. We are fighting the greatest talents in human history. Aren't you ashamed of surrendering so quickly just because of my defeat? Shame on you! Go and show me what you're made of! Come on, I want to hear your voices. Will you fight as if there is no tomorrow?"
The members of the Cannibal Team rose to their feet, their eyes blazing with determination and resolve. They spoke in unison, pounding their fists in the air.
"Yes, Commander, we will fight, and we will win. And if we lose, we will lose with honor."
A faint smile appeared on William's face as he looked at his team members.
It was a smile of pride, and the enthusiasm of his comrades made him forget his own defeat. Shameful It was as if it hadn't happened.
Somewhere inside the building where the competition was being held, in a secret underground room, sat a man who appeared to be in his fifties. He had shoulder-length, dark blue hair and two black eyes, dressed in the formal attire of a manager of a giant facility. Beside him sat an elderly man in traditional white Chinese clothing. Gray hair and wrinkles covered his face and body as he leaned on a stone cane intricately carved with gold. He turned to the competition director and spoke in a calm tone, gently stroking his beard.
"Young Soo-lu, is what we're looking for present in the competition right now?"
Soo-lu looked at the elderly man, whose wrinkles bore the marks of time, and then spoke in a respectful and sincere tone, expressing his certainty that what they were looking for was here.
"Young Yoo-jung, I'm sure what we're looking for is here. Experiment number 000002546 from the D group, named Yuta Cassiral, is here. Only one more person remains, and we'll be done. But there's nothing to worry about." "The second or half, if I may say so, is that we essentially have it."
Young Yoo-jung sighed with relief. It had been several months of searching for Experiment 000002546 from the D series, and they hadn't been able to locate it. This was due to several reasons, the most important being:
The data of the students at the Versleken Academy was encrypted and, moreover, protected by a set of advanced magical and chi-based mechanisms that Boswell had created himself when he was alive and gifted to the Versleken Academy for free.
Furthermore, all the spies who had been searching for Yuta Cassiral were found either dead from natural causes, deformed, or suffering from advanced levels of mental illness.
The reason for all these incidents was a strange and disturbing mystery that remained unsolved, so the search for him was halted for two whole months.
Young Soo-lu turned his gaze towards Young Yoo-jung and spoke in a respectful tone:
"Senior Young Yoo-jung, why don't you please come forward?" "Sit and drink tea until the 000002546 experiment is captured."
Young Yoo-jung walked towards a beautifully carved pine chair with a unique design that made it comfortable, especially for the elderly Young Yoo-jung, whose back was hunched due to his age of over a thousand years. He had stopped polishing because he was no longer able to train. Young Yoo-jung was a Level 9 Intermediate Go Master, which is equivalent to the higher rank of Demonic Ruler.
Young Soo-lo poured hot tea, made from the finest and rarest medicinal herbs from the black market, into Yoo-jung's cup.
"Thank you, my son Young Soo-lo."
He then brought the cup close to his nose to inhale the fragrant aroma of the herbs.
The scent of the herbs was like that of roses in spring. He sighed deeply, filled with nostalgia for the youth he had sacrificed for the strength he had cultivated over sixteen hundred years of struggle, to reach the higher rank of Demonic Ruler and earn the title of Venerable. The Great Demon
He was the same person who instilled terror in the hearts of all the inhabitants of the empire, both human and non-human, in the lower and upper demonic and dragon worlds (not rulers of other creatures), for eight centuries before disappearing from sight. He had joined the Scorpion Order when he reached the age of one thousand. He would have died after reaching that age, as the lifespan for a Demon Ruler-level spiritual energy user is one thousand years, after which his body begins to deteriorate.Within minutes, the floor of the secret room and Yuta's clothes were covered in fresh, still-hot blood. The smell of iron was so strong it killed the plants and ornamental fish.
He turned his gaze to something that had grabbed his leg and found that there were survivors of his last attack.
He spoke to himself, describing the situation:
"It seems someone miraculously survived. Not bad."
The man who had grabbed Yuta's leg appeared to be middle-aged. His right arm and part of his left leg had been devoured by those demonic creatures.
He spoke in a weak voice due to blood loss, his tone filled with pleading and fear of death.
"Please, I don't want to die."
Yuta's gaze turned cold and devoid of any emotion.
With indifference, he lifted the leg that the man was holding, speaking in a voice as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword.
"He who has no mercy..." "He showed no mercy."
He stamped his left foot on his head, turning it into a paste of blood, bones, and brains. He then slammed the corpse into a ball, throwing it towards Young Soo-lu with such force that 60% of the body shattered and tore through the air. It slammed into Young Soo-lu's chest, throwing him several meters until he crashed into the wall of a room that was fortified even by those of the rank of Master Ruler.
He vomited blood from his mouth as a result of the violent impact on his body.
"Ughh ... "Disgusting! How could you do that to my grandson? Did some force overpower your mind, making you so arrogant? You scum who thinks he's so powerful!"
Yuta's eyes began to change. The whites of his eyes turned as black as an abyss, and his violet pupils widened. His already dark eyes were even more dilated. A malicious smile played on his lips as he looked at Yang Soo-lu, who was unconscious.
Yuta chuckled inwardly at Young Yoo-jung's words. "Humans are pathetic. They make people suffer and injure, and in their eyes, there's nothing wrong with it. They torture millions of six-year-old children with weapons, and then they talk about injustice and tyranny. How ugly and fragile are human excuses! They're like spiderwebs."
He then moved with steady steps toward Young Soo-lu. Step by step... After a few steps, he was close to Young Yoo-jung, who looked surprised. This made him freeze in place as he turned his gaze Yuta, who had passed him, continued on his way towards his grandson. What surprised him even more was Yuta's increased height from 1.74 meters to 1.85 meters, his physical strength had increased several times over, and his hair now reached his waist.
Young Yoo-jung's expression turned to shock as he realized something about what Yuta intended to do and charged at him.
Yuta was unfazed by Young Yoo-jung's attack. He simply waved his hand, a gesture that was enough to turn Young Yoo-jung's legs into a bloody mess.
A loud scream escaped Young Yoo-jung's mouth as a searing pain erupted from the wound. His advanced age had amplified the agony many times over.
"Aaa ... "
He bit his lip so hard that blood flowed from it, trying to suppress the pain.
His gaze was fixed on Yuta as he moved towards his grandson, Young Soo-lu. He felt fear; his heart pounded with every passing second. But there was a smile at the corner of his lip, the reason for which was unknown. Yuta noticed it, and it appeared as a smile full of contempt at the edge of his lips.
When Yuta reached Young Soo-lu, he lifted him into the air with a flick of his finger—a mental gesture—and a terrifying smile spread across Yuta's face. This caused Young Yoo-jung's expression to darken.
Yuta snapped his fingers, releasing a healing green aura around Young Soo-lu's body. This surprised Young Yoo-jung, and suspicion filled his heart, but His face contorted in shock.
Crack…crack…crack
The sound of Soo-lo's bones breaking was like the snapping of bamboo in a raging storm.
Yuta muttered softly, but Yoo-jung could clearly hear it.
"Aren't you going to wake up…? Well, never mind. Let's see what happens after a man loses his most precious organ."
Yoo-jung's face darkened and became even more sweaty as he spoke in a voice filled with panic, fear, and grief. "Don't do that! Stop!"
But Yuta ignored his pleas and snapped his fingers, causing Young Soo-lo's genitals (his penis and the organ he was holding) to burst open. Blood began to gush out, forming a crimson pool. Tears began to fall from Yoo-jung's eyes as he heard his grandson Young Soo-lo screaming alone before him. His helplessness only made things worse.
Life was difficult, and at the same time, it was a wheel turning centuries ago. When Yong Yoo-jung was young, he tortured, persecuted, and raped women and sometimes children, causing massacres and wars that killed millions of humans and non-humans. This earned him the title of the Great Demon Lord. And now, something is happening to him: the person dearest to his heart is being tortured before his very eyes, just as he tortured others in front of their loved ones. The screams of his grandson, Yong Soo-lu, grew louder with every bone that broke, but Yuta showed no intention of stopping until he made Yoo-jung and his grandson, Soo-lu, witness all the atrocities they committed. Yoo-jung saw who was being tortured, and Soo-lu saw who was being tortured.
A pair of two-meter-long scissors began to appear, little by little.
He cut him in two. He turned his gaze to Yong Soo-lu, whose body was gushing blood, while he looked at Yuta with a blank expression. His face was as cold as ice from the intensity of his pain; he had lost all will to live. He didn't beg Yuta to stop; he wanted a quick death. But Yuta didn't want to end things like this.
He inserted the first half of the scissors into Yong Soo-lu's waist. Young-woo and his second penis were both pricking his anus, the place where solid waste exits.
Blood began to gush from his waist and pants again, and two loud screams erupted, shaking Yoo-jung so violently that he began to cry uncontrollably.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Tears began to stream down his face.Yong Yoo-jung watched his grandson being brutally tortured.
He began to mutter in a low voice, filled with sorrow, anguish, and despair, as he pounded his fists on the ground. He blamed himself for everything he had done in his life, or at least that was what he seemed to be doing. This made Yuta laugh inwardly, a bitter laugh, as if he were watching a play where the actor had actually believed his own performance.
"It's all my fault! Why did I torture? Why did I kill? Why did I force myself on women? Why did I conduct those horrific experiments on children? Everything that's happening to me is because of my past actions, and it's the will of Heaven punishing me for my deeds. He's torturing him in different ways, but they're all the same methods I used. He's showing me my past through my grandson, but... hahaha."
A loud scream, filled with despair, grief, and sobs, erupted from Yong Yoo-jung.
"Yuta Cassiral, please stop! He hasn't lived long enough. Please, have mercy on him!"
Yuta stopped torturing Soo-lo, glancing sideways at Yong Yoo-jung.
A sigh of relief escaped Yoo Jung's lips. His heart was at peace, yet a faint pang of anger lingered. This feeling lasted only a second before Young Soo Lu transformed into a rain of blood. He was completely obliterated, even his bones were gone. The only vestige of Young Soo Lu's existence was a white spray, like laundry detergent, mixed with drops of blood that flowed profusely onto Yuta's face. A faint smile touched his lips as he murmured in a calm, dignified voice:
"Show mercy and you will receive mercy. Kill and you will be killed. Torture and you will be tortured. Eat and you will be eaten. That's life. If you do something, you should expect the same thing to be done to you. You wanted me to be a demon so you could feed on my strength to become stronger, but I will be the demon who destroys you to become stronger..."
"Hahahaha, becoming stronger through scoundrels like you? That's what you call it." "Shame on me."
Yuta's words, "Have mercy, have mercy; kill, kill," weren't spoken in vain. They were like knives piercing the mind and heart of Young Yoo-jung, who remained silent. His tears had dried up, and his expression was impassive—no sadness, no anger, no fear. He was in shock. These four words brought back memories from centuries ago, when he would hear the pleas, the entreaties, and the suffering of those he had tortured or whose suffering he had directly or indirectly caused.
He turned his gaze toward the spot where his grandson had been before he died, leaving a pool of blood that stained the walls crimson.
Just moments before, he and his grandson had been arguing over the fact that nothing remained of him. Yet, after every encounter, Young Yoo-jung refused to give up. A burning desire for revenge raged within him every second. He swallowed a dark red polish pill, known as the Gluttonous Demon Pill, and blood began to pool around him, forming a matrix. Around him, demonic energy surged with every heartbeat. His black heart was dark, adorned with light purple veins, causing his demonic power to increase rapidly. Yet, Yuta's expression remained unwavering, showing no sign of retreat. He was certain of victory and therefore unconcerned with what Young Yoo-jung would do.
As Yoo-jung's legs began to grow again, his skin was a deep red, covered in scales resembling those of a snake. This was the beginning of an invincible monster, a rival once known as the Great Demon Lord, Young Yoo-jung