I Curse You

Great demons passed through the portals Charles had opened for them atop the wizard tower, teleporting directly back to the positions of the legions they had previously commanded.

The war of conquest, which had only just paused, began anew.

Charles sat upon the throne at the top of the wizard tower. Like a parched sea, he continuously drew power through his authority.

This cultivation progressed faster than before.

Moreover, he still had Kolsama's corpse and demon heart core in his hands.

Within that heart core, a moving figure paced back and forth.

It was Kolsama's soul.

If it had been any other demon, they would surely have tortured Kolsama without restraint, wracking his soul with agony and making him endure indescribable torment.

But Charles had no such hobby himself.

Demons tortured souls for the sake of strengthening themselves as well; they could draw power from pain.

That was also why so many demons never tired of torment.

Yet Charles had neither the interest nor the need. Holding Kolsama's demon heart core, he began to analyze the power this fellow possessed.

By every measure, Kolsama's power surpassed Charles's—one could even say it surpassed his by far.

After all, Kolsama was a true sixth-tier Demon Lord, while Charles was merely a lucky man who had borrowed the authority of the Abyss Lord.

If Kolsama had not already been injured, Charles would never have been allowed to pick up such a tremendous bargain.

But that was simply how it was in the Abyss World.

No one could say who would ultimately emerge victorious.

Or who would be able to walk to the very end.

The Abyss World believed in winner takes all. No matter what method one used to win, as long as one won, one could possess everything.

Inside the demon heart