Moonlight spilled across the earth like water.
A beam of moonlight fell upon the figure. He was a powerfully built, exceptionally tall being, nearly three meters in height. Though humanoid in shape, he had two black horns like a bull's on his head, and his body was covered in a layer of deep black scales.
His eyes were pure and translucent, like rubies. Yet they were incomparably cold, as though devoid of any emotion.
He was of the Demon Race. The Demon Race did not possess emotions as complex as those of humans.
Only powerful experts and prey that satisfied him could stir his emotions.
Just like now, his ruby-like, pure, translucent eyes gazed in Uncle Nine's direction, a faint excitement appearing in his icy pupils.
"Such immense luck—it simply doesn't seem like the protagonist of an Age of Dharma Decline."
"Not bad. Truly not bad."
"Only a protagonist like this is qualified to become my prey."
"I will savor you properly."
A hint of sinister allure flickered in his eyes.
"Before that, I'll send you some gifts."
"I hope you can withstand them."
"Otherwise, this will be far too boring."
As he spoke, a mysterious and profound blood-red magic circle emerged beneath his feet.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
Amid countless terrifying roars, strange creatures with black bodies emerged from the magic circle one after another.
A beastlike ferocity and savage instinct could be felt from them, as though they intended to tear apart everything before their eyes.
Without question, these were the "gifts" he had spoken of.
If the Child of Luck in this world could not even handle these "gifts," then there would be no reason for him to act personally.
The strong would not feel any fighting spirit toward the weak.
The feeling of crushing an ant was