Above a vast ocean.
Garen spotted an island in the distance.
After quickly approaching the island, Garen flew straight toward the small hill in its middle.
Beside a short tree atop the hill stood a wooden house.
In front of the house was a stone table and a stone chair.
A handsome, fair-skinned youth dressed in woven grass and wearing a straw hat sat in the stone chair, basking in the sunlight.
Hearing the rush of someone flying through the air, the youth sat up straight.
"I never thought anyone would reach the ninth floor after all these years."
The Thorium Demon, Lui, spoke warmly. His big blue eyes rested on Garen, and he seemed very friendly.
"Hey, young man, I'll give you a choice."
Garen acted as though he hadn't heard a word and abruptly blurted out something strange.
Garen knew that aside from being highly elastic and adaptable, able to change into all kinds of forms, and possessing a Life Source Bead inside his body, the Thorium Demon didn't seem to have anything special about him.
His defense might have been impossible for an ordinary Saint Realm expert to overcome, but to Garen, it was nothing special.
"?"
Lui's mind seemed to freeze.
Why is this human so strange? I can't make any sense of what he's saying.
Still, he asked in confusion,
"What choice?"
"How would you like to die?"
Garen asked with a smile, delivering the most vicious words imaginable.
After the Thorium Demon, Lui, came to his senses, he dropped his courteous pretense, his expression turning savage.
"I choose for you to die."
He had meant to act kindly while secretly gathering this human's soul. He hadn't expected the human to be so arrogant.
"Heh heh, that's more like it. Come on, try hitting me