Spatial Demon

Bottomless Abyss, Howling Forest.

It was still the same perilous place, with all manner of strange roars never ceasing. Countless Demonic Beasts lurked within, hunting and killing one another.

A stone mountain rose within the forest.

Its surface should originally have been bare, littered with jagged rocks.

But since not long ago, beautiful crimson flowers had gradually begun to grow across it. Waves of blood-colored mist drifted over them, giving the entire mountain an ethereal beauty, like something from a dream.

Yet strangely, not a single Living Thing could be found there!

Not only were there no Demons or other Demonic Beasts, even the poisonous insects that covered the entirety of Howling Forest could not be found here.

No sound emerged from this place. In complete opposition to the slaughter that was everywhere else, it seemed like a land of absolute silence, instinctively inspiring dread.

The time is almost here.

Amid the sea of flowers, Orsaga opened his eyes and gazed at the murky clouds overhead.

He sensed the aura of Soul's Boon. Though its scent was still faint, the first signs had already appeared.

After roughly estimating the time, he closed his eyes again and began adjusting his condition.

His mood was still somewhat chaotic.

After destroying the Royal Capital of the Duchy of Maldon, he had been kicked out by that world and returned once more to the Bottomless Abyss.

The first thing he wanted to do after returning was find somewhere quiet to lie down.

If he truly could not find a quiet place, then he would find somewhere and deal with the noisy things until it became quiet.

Thus, the original inhabitants of this mountain had been dealt with by him.

No matter what forms they had originally possessed, or what thoughts they had held.

They had now all become beautiful flowers, forever unable to make noise or raise a clamor again.

By now, he had lain there for roughly ten days. During that time, he had thought about many things and had more or less formed an idea in his heart.

A few more days passed. Sensing chaotic fluctuations of power in the distance, Orsaga touched his hair, rose from the ground, and took a slight breath.

The scent of blood—vast quantities of fresh blood.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he muttered to himself, "Thinking alone really is meaningless..."

This was the conclusion he had reached after more than ten days of thought: When you're in a bad mood, thinking is fucking useless. It's better to go slaughter something and vent your anger!

The wings behind his back spread open, and a fierce gust surged forth. The ground was blasted into a huge pit, while Death Tribulation Flowers within dozens of meters were swept into the air alongside the dust!

As for him, he transformed into a crimson afterimage at extreme speed and flew into the distance.

Leaving a clear trail through the air.

Flying at several times the speed of sound turned the atmosphere into a wall of air, continuously rubbing sparks from his body and making him seem as though he were inside a Crucible, like a blazing meteor streaking through the sky!

This might have been a problem for ordinary creatures, but Orsaga found it comfortable.

Because he was a Demon, and an Inferno Demon at that!

Ordinary flames and High Temperature were themselves a form of power to him, like supplies rather than any sort of burden.

Everything along the way, whether Demon or Magic Beast, was like fragile building blocks before Orsaga as he flew at full speed. They were instantly smashed apart in midair by the most violent means, their blood evaporated dry by the High Temperature, leaving only a few remnants scattered through the sky.

Not long after, just a few minutes later.

Orsaga saw the Demonic Beasts in the distance already slaughtering one another without restraint.

In the sky, on the ground, and beneath the deep earth, millions of Demonic Beasts were reveling. Blood stained every corner of the land—this was the celebration of Howling Forest. Whether in the past, the present, or even the distant future beyond reach, it would always embody the most fundamental refrain of the Bottomless Abyss: kill and be killed!

The smile on his face grew ever more pronounced, and Orsaga's eyes revealed undisguised savagery.

Without any hesitation, Orsaga beat his wings, accelerating once more as he charged headlong into the battlefield in the sky, granting the same destruction without distinction to everything that stood before him.

He was already utterly different from before.

Last time, he had needed to take many things into consideration and had not made himself too conspicuous. But now, he no longer needed to consider any of that.

At this moment, he stood at the very top of Howling Forest's food chain!

Here, he needed fear no existence, nor did he need to conceal himself any longer. If he wanted to do something, he simply did it.

No matter what danger came his way, he was confident he could handle it. This was confidence in his own strength!

Holding a head that had been crushed more than halfway in his hand, Orsaga glanced around at the Demonic Beasts still fearlessly pouncing toward him and said with a smile, "The customs of the Bottomless Abyss really are quite good. Once they go mad, there's no fear and no retreat. Everyone gets to kill to their heart's content!"

Compared to humans, who were prone to backing down, the Demonic Beasts of the Bottomless Abyss were more savage and cruel. Once their killing intent was stirred, they became the most ruthless Slaughter Machines, incapable of fear or cowardice. To them, slaughter was their most intense instinct.

Whether in fighting techniques or the viciousness in their hearts.

These creatures, born to destroy all things, far surpassed ordinary humans.

All kinds of insidious attacks were wielded with exceptional ingenuity in their hands, as though they were the most basic techniques!

Even Orsaga had to face them seriously, immersing himself in the brutal slaughter.

Many moves that he could only simulate in his mind in the previous world due to lacking opponents were casually used by Orsaga now, as he personally tested their feasibility.

With the coordination of his many talents, Orsaga's combat talent had reached a certain level. As the slaughter continued, his techniques began improving at breakneck speed, as though riding a rocket.

The first time, those techniques were still somewhat unfamiliar. The second time, they reached a proficient level. By the third, they had already become consummately refined. What ordinary people needed a lifetime to achieve was as simple as breathing to him.

Whenever his hand reached out to crush an opponent's brain, his talent automatically told him how to do it better. Whenever the other party tried to counterattack, his talent told him how to interrupt it. It was as if he had been born with this ability, leaving none of the enemy's reactions hidden from him.

Amid the melee, Orsaga constantly adapted to the rhythm around him.

Very quickly, he went from being somewhat rushed and flustered at the start to moving with effortless ease, able to easily predict every attack around him and directly distinguish, through the chaotic energy field, which ones threatened him.

The attacks in his hands became sharper as well. A casual strike could cut off every route of retreat from the most perfect angle, leaving his opponents unable even to make a dodging motion, easily tearing apart their scales and twisting open their brains.

His brows rose slightly as Orsaga suddenly sensed something interesting.

His tail immediately pierced through the chest of a Demon beside him. Ignoring its struggles, he pulled it before himself.

The next instant, the air in front of Orsaga silently distorted, and the Demon he had pulled before him was instantly torn apart for the most part, with only a tiny fraction of its body still hanging from Orsaga's tail.

Faced with this, Orsaga's expression did not change. With the mindset that nothing should go to waste, he drained the remaining essence of its flesh and blood before casually tossing the corpse aside.

His gaze turned toward a spot not far away, where several Demons were fighting. But Orsaga's attention was not on them. With a somewhat interested expression, he said, "A Spatial Ability? That's quite rare among Lower Demons."

"..."

Seeing that the other party had no intention of coming out, Orsaga smiled disdainfully and casually grabbed with his right hand.

As the surrounding space twisted, a relatively short monster with slender limbs and a huge head atop its neck was seized by the throat and lifted into his hand.

Watching it attempt to struggle, Orsaga drove his other hand directly into its chest, gripped its spine, and shattered every bone in its body. Unhurriedly, he commented, "Even by Demon standards of beauty, I still think you're ugly."

With every bone broken, the Demon in Orsaga's hand immediately ceased struggling and was held in his grasp like a dead dog.

Ignoring Orsaga's seemingly mocking assessment, it spat blood and asked unwillingly, "How did you find me..."

Whether within Howling Forest or in those chaotic other worlds, the ability it took pride in had never once failed!

When Orsaga had dodged its attack, it had already found that hard to believe.

It never imagined that the other party would so easily discover it hidden in the cracks of space, then casually grab it with one hand and hold it like a dog.

It had not even realized what had happened.

Lowering his head to dodge a Poison Nova, then turning to spit a mouthful of flaming saliva that burned to death a Demon attempting to approach him, Orsaga answered indifferently, "It seems you haven't carefully reviewed your own Inheritance Memory. Aside from Demons like you, who are born with an Awakening of Spatial Ability, other Demons will also possess more or less some Spatial Ability as long as their bloodline purity reaches a certain level. I happened to Awaken some spatial sensing abilities.

"Though it's only an insignificant auxiliary ability, I'm far stronger than you, so sensing your location was more than easy. As for the power that pulled you out, that was simply some spellcasting ability."

After hearing that, the other party froze for a moment, then replied with a somewhat dejected expression:

"I see. Thank you for the explanation..."

Shrugging, Orsaga said unconcernedly:

"It's nothing. A small matter."

Then he exerted a little force with his right hand and plucked off its head.

After examining it for a few moments, Orsaga thought uncertainly, A spatial Demon should be pretty nutritious, right?

Though spatial abilities were not exactly rare to a race like Demons, who specialized in planar invasions, this was still his first time encountering one.

He felt curious. Compared to ordinary Demons, this thing should count as a Rare Product, right?

After draining all its power essence and seeing the increase in Evolution Points.

Orsaga immediately threw away the remains in his hand in great disappointment...

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