After the Age of Divine Wars came to an end, the gods and demons who once walked the earth began to withdraw from the mortal world.
Some hid in the shadows, plotting grand schemes. Others propagated their faiths within their self-created divine realms. And still others, in weakened states, fell into deep slumber to recover their strength.
While the reasons remained unclear, there was one rule that these mighty beings all adhered to:
Gods and demons must not interfere arbitrarily in human affairs.
Even divine descents—manifestations of godly will—had become exceedingly rare over the millennia.
Whenever they occurred, they triggered continent-wide upheavals, often reshaping the very fabric of the world.
Yet now, in the remote mountain ranges near Orne City, an incredibly rare divine descent was unfolding before everyone’s eyes.
Unlike typical rituals that reached back through the river of history to summon a god or demon, Lynn had invoked the King of Malice—Kushustain—at the present moment in time.
Thus, His immense and terrifying will descended unimpeded, like a malevolent tide, pouring directly into Lynn’s body.
"Ant!!!"The enraged roar, thunderous and deafening, echoed across the heavens and the earth!
The vast mountain range, stretching to the horizon, quaked and groaned in response.
At the instant that overwhelming, brutal aura swept across the land, every living being in the mountains—animals, beasts, and even extraordinary creatures—lost consciousness and collapsed.
The barrier that sealed the Soren Mountains, once impenetrable, began to fracture like a web of cracks spreading across glass.
No creature could remain standing in the face of the descent of the fabled higher-dimensional demon.
Least of all... Lynn himself.
The moment the will and power of the King of Malice flooded into his body, Lynn’s form began to crack like porcelain. His entire body was covered in fissures, blood oozing from every break as he stumbled backward.
His figure began to grow taller, his skin encased in cold, jet-black scales. His muscles bulged grotesquely, and sharp, menacing spikes jutted out from his joints.
When the demon's will invaded his mind, Lynn’s vision seemed to transcend space and time, revealing terrifying images that defied mortal comprehension.
The screams and roars of billions of the dead, an endless abyss churning like a vortex swallowing the earth, jagged monolithic pillars stretching into the heavens, and...
Perched atop the tallest pillar, a demonic shadow that blotted out the sky.
In its crimson eyes burned all the rage and malice of the world.
With just a glance, Lynn’s eyes exploded in their sockets!
As the incomprehensible power of the demon awakened within him, the King of Malice’s will seized control of his mind in an instant.
Lynn felt himself losing control over his own body.
It was as though he were a bystander, watching as his hands, feet, arms, and neck ceased to belong to him.
The transformation was terrifying beyond imagination.
In the next moment, a guttural, hoarse growl escaped his mouth—against his will.
"How... Do you want to die?"
At this moment, a fragment of the King of Malice’s will had fully taken over Lynn’s body.
The King of Malice lowered its head, inspecting the sharp, menacing claws that now replaced human hands. It flexed them experimentally, but the motion was accompanied by an almost imperceptible tremor.
Kushustain frowned.
This ant’s willpower was unexpectedly tenacious.
Even for just a fragment of His consciousness, it was far beyond what a mere First Rank Extraordinary should have been able to endure.
If that’s the case, then...
"Are you insane?!!!"
A woman’s voice, strained with pain and fury, suddenly cut through the air.
Kushustain instinctively turned to look.
On the ground some distance away was a disheveled female figure.
She wore a black dress, her face marred by grotesque and terrifying cursed sigils.
Yet, despite her monstrous appearance, she was weakly pushing herself up on trembling arms, repeatedly trying to rise to her feet.
Her pale cheeks were streaked with tears.
"You..."
She collapsed for the eighteenth time, her body covered in dust and blood, but with sheer will, she tried to stand again for the nineteenth time, staggering toward the misshapen figure of the boy.
"You... must leave this place!" she cried silently, her expression a mix of rage and helplessness as she looked at him.
"If you don’t... then I’ll..."
How dull.
Kushustain found no interest in this absurdly melodramatic display.
The primal urge surging through His being demanded nothing less than tearing this ant’s body to shreds and imprisoning his soul in the deepest pits of the Abyss for ten thousand years of torment.
No one had ever dared to defile Him like this.
But then...
He felt something strange.
The muscles of the host’s face, which He should have controlled completely, began to twitch involuntarily.
A painful yet gentle smile crept across the boy’s lips.
Simultaneously, the throat and mouth—supposedly under His dominion—produced halting, broken syllables:
"Don’t... worry... Your Highness..."
"This... will all... be over... soon..."
"Squelch!"
With a sickening sound of flesh tearing, the woman watched in horror as the boy raised his sharp, monstrous claw high into the air—
And plunged it into his own chest.
"Indeed, it will end soon," Kushustain growled deeply.
"Right after I rip you apart completely."
When Yveste saw the figure that should have been aboard the return train standing before her, her heart seemed to stop in that instant.
Why?
Why is my dog here?
For a fleeting moment, a sliver of confusion crossed her mind.
It all felt like a dream, unreal and distant.
So weak, just a mere First Rank without even the skill to fight...
But why?
Why would this guy, of all people, stand in front of me like this?
In her dazed gaze, the boy fearlessly grasped the core trait of the Wishing Jar.
Ah.
This must be a dream.
After all, she had always known—and had endured countless painful memories proving—that no one would ever come to save her.
Hope like this existed only in dreams.
Yveste’s body, overwhelmed by the accumulated traits of the Sealed Artifacts, felt limp and weak. Her consciousness flickered, teetering between reality and illusion.
But the next second, the muffled groans of pain emanating from the boy's throat pierced her heart like needles.
No, no... this isn’t a dream.
Her pupils dilated slightly.
Yveste had envisioned countless possibilities for what might happen after she lost consciousness.
But she had never imagined that the boy would abandon all the paths she had prepared for him—choosing instead the most unlikely, the most desperate route—and resolutely walking it to the end.
He was the weakest of the weak, a mere First Rank. Yet, in this moment, his figure seemed so dependable, like a towering tree standing steadfast before her, shielding her from the downpour that threatened to engulf her world.
A sharp, unfamiliar ache suddenly seized Yveste’s chest.
The feeling was strange.
Though it hurt deeply, the emotion swelling in her heart was a mix of joy and sorrow, a contradiction that left her breathless.
Yveste, oh Yveste, how much longer will you wallow in weakness and self-pity?
No one will save you?
The boy standing before her was the clearest refutation of that belief.
When she came back to her senses, she realized tears were streaming uncontrollably down her face.
Huh?
Am I crying?
But... why?
Confusion swirled in Yveste’s heart.
This unprecedented situation, this chain of unexpected events, left her at a loss.
But she understood one thing.
Now was not the time to ponder such unanswerable questions.
Because at this very moment, a fierce emotion and overwhelming impulse surged within her.
"Are you insane?!!!"
Yveste screamed at the battered boy, her voice shrill and frantic, a far cry from her usual regal demeanor.
The distance between them wasn’t far.
Yet she felt as though the boy’s frail figure was becoming faint, like a mirage that might vanish from this world at any moment.
Instinctively, Yveste raised her hand, desperate to grasp him firmly as she had countless times before.
But to her dismay, she found herself unable to do so.
At this moment, her entire body was devoid of sensation.
Struggling to rise from the ground, she failed again and again, until, on the verge of despair, she bit down hard on her wrist, tearing her flesh open as blood spilled freely.
She was trying to use the pain to reawaken her numb body.
But it was all futile.
The traits of the Level 0 Sealed Artifact had ravaged her body beyond repair, leaving her on the brink of collapse.
He’s going to die.
Watching the boy whose body was being torn apart by two conflicting wills, Yveste’s face was deathly pale, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
Why... why is there such a foolish person in this world?
Does this princess need your saving?!
You disobedient, stupid dog!!!
"You... leave this place now! Or else I’ll..."
Or else I’ll kill you.
That was what she wanted to say.
But the strange emotions churning in her heart wouldn’t let her speak the words aloud.
Forget it.
This time, I’ll let you off.
Once this princess stands up, drags you out of here, we’ll settle this properly...
"Squelch!"
The sound of flesh tearing rang out as the boy, under the demon’s control, ripped open his own chest.
As the beast-like claws pierced his chest, the excruciating pain nearly caused Lynn to pass out.
Even though he had already lost his eyes during his confrontation with the King of Malice’s shadow, his sheer force of will kept him conscious.
"Oh? Still haven’t fainted?" Kushustain, controlling Lynn’s body, sneered in a guttural growl.
"If that’s the case... try this!"
With those words, He opened the sharp claws again and tore off Lynn’s right arm in one brutal motion!
Blood sprayed like a fountain, splattering in all directions.
Yet now, the blood coursing through Lynn’s veins had begun to transform, taking on a demonic shade of pale violet.
As another wave of agony surged through him, Lynn’s vision darkened.
His consciousness, assaulted repeatedly by two demonic forces and tainted by the Sealed Artifact, was teetering on the edge of collapse. That he was still alive was nothing short of a miracle.
"How does it feel?!"
Despite sharing the same body, Kushustain’s expression betrayed no trace of pain.
"It feels AMAZING!!!"
Lynn briefly wrested back partial control of his body. Though wracked with pain, he broke into a wild, manic laugh.
"Dear Kushustain, are you giving me a hand-job or something?!"
"I’m about to explode from how damn good it feels!!!"
The King of Malice’s furious roar echoed once more in Lynn’s ears.
He was deliberately provoking Him!
"Oh, right!"
Taking advantage of his fleeting clarity, Lynn turned his gaze toward the Demon of Creation, who had been silently observing the chaos.
"Hey, girly! Are you just going to watch?!"
"Why don’t you come join us?! Hahaha!!!"
And before Kushustain could act, Lynn suddenly raised his right hand—what remained of it—and drove it toward his own chest again.
He was trying to kill himself!
"You!!!"
The Demon of Creation seemed to realize Lynn’s true intentions. Her face twisted with uncontrollable fury and resentment.
But in the next moment, she directed the surrounding black sludge to envelop his hand, stopping him from crushing his own heart.
"Do you think you’ve got me cornered?!"
The Demon of Creation gritted her teeth, glaring at the boy who now resembled a rabid beast.
Despite her millennia of experience, even she had never encountered such lunacy.
A guttural growl escaped her lips, her ample chest rising and falling with agitation.
"That’s right—I’ve got you cornered!"
With a violent shake, Lynn broke free from the black sludge’s grip.
"The core of the Wishing Jar has already begun to fuse with me. If you don’t want to lose another host in such a short time and suffer irreparable damage..."
"...then try saving me from the King of Malice!!! Hahaha!!!"
Though he was human, Lynn’s deranged grin was far more terrifying than any demon’s.
This was the unbreakable trap Lynn had meticulously laid for the two higher-dimensional demons.
The Demon of Creation, having chosen to occupy his body and achieving partial fusion, had fallen entirely into his snare.
Even his taunting of Kushustain had been part of the plan, each step unfolding exactly as he had foreseen.
At the moment, Kushustain’s goal was to destroy Lynn’s body and seize his soul.
But this objective directly conflicted with that of the Demon of Creation.
For her to be reborn through this body, Lynn needed to remain alive and intact until she could fully claim him.
If Lynn was lost as a host, her weakened state would leave her incapable of attempting to possess Yveste again.
As for the insignificant mortals outside, they weren’t even worth considering.
Damn it!
I, a dignified higher-dimensional demon, have never been outmaneuvered by a mere human to this extent!!!
The Demon of Creation’s heart surged with unending fury.
And yet...
She was utterly powerless against this First Rank "ant."
Glaring coldly at Kushustain, who had regained control of Lynn’s body, the Demon of Creation remained silent.
"Move aside."
The King of Malice’s violent gaze swept over her, brimming with disdain and scorn.
Though they were both higher-dimensional demons, there appeared to be a distinct hierarchy between the two.
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, endless black sludge surged forward to engulf the opponent.
Suspended in midair, the Demon of Creation’s expression remained icy.
"Do you even know who you’re speaking to?"
After a brief moment of contemplation, she decided to endure.
The only viable course was to ensure the madman’s survival until the King of Malice departed from his body.
After all, a divine descent was an event that would draw the attention of the entire continent, including the gods.
Even though Kushustain was immensely powerful, He was far from capable of standing against every deity.
Thus, this confrontation wouldn’t last long.
Still... that boy truly is something.
Though brimming with anger, the Demon of Creation wasn’t a being easily swayed by emotion.
What’s more, she found herself harboring a faint sense of admiration for the lunatic.
A mere mortal, managing to maneuver between two higher-dimensional demons and achieve this degree of success...
Even as an adversary, it was enough to leave her deeply impressed.
"Boom—"
The black sludge managed to delay Kushustain for only a fleeting moment.
In the next instant, the monstrous figure of the boy, now covered in demonic scales, tore through the barriers like a meteor streaking through space.
With razor-sharp claws outstretched, he lunged directly for the Demon of Creation’s face!
"If that’s the case... then I’ll kill you first!!!"
Under Lynn’s relentless provocations, Kushustain had finally lost all semblance of reason.
He sought only destruction.
Whoever stood in His way would be annihilated!
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