Nine hourglass intervals later.
Surrounded by numerous unfathomable Demon-Hunting Wizards and bound beneath layer upon layer of elemental power, the Cockroach Mother looked in terror at the mysterious, bizarre figure before her. The life aura within him was so powerful that she felt as though she were looking up at a towering giant, utterly irresistible.
Multicolored runes flowed across his body. The Truth Book rested in his left hand, the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff in his right. Behind the Face of Truth, his eyes regarded this Level Three creature. He merely watched her calmly, yet to the Cockroach Mother, he seemed like a demon poised to devour its prey, filling her with boundless terror.
Around them, more than ten Screeching Cockroaches possessed of independent intelligence crawled humbly on the ground, bowing to their master, as docile as puppies.
"Powerful one from another realm, there is no need to waste your time on me. There is nothing in my brood nest that you want. The delicious scent on your bodies will soon awaken the Screeching Cockroach race. When that happens... heh heh heh heh heh!"
Unlike the other Screeching Cockroaches, which had starved until they were practically shriveled husks, the Cockroach Mother had a bloated body. She was nine meters long, and her fat hind abdomen alone occupied nearly six meters. Blue-violet patterns covered her body, forming spot after spot in a riot of colors.
Over the course of her life, this Cockroach Mother had laid an unknown number of cockroach eggs.
As she spoke, the Cockroach Mother looked at the Screeching Cockroaches prostrating themselves around Green like puppies. Rage filled her heart, and the pair of lightning-glowing antennae atop her head swayed constantly as she tried to control these lowly offspring.
"How can this be? What have you done to