Ice Old Devil had been overjoyed before setting out.
Because the mission assigned to him was not to assassinate powerful experts of a higher level than himself, but to assassinate a mere level 105 Jobless Freelancer.
A Jobless Freelancer?
He had never even heard of one!
What kind of brain-damaged idiot refused to change class?
And somehow forcibly raised his level all the way to 105?
He had to be possessed!!
According to Ice Old Devil's guess, this Jobless Freelancer had to be some young master from a wealthy clan on the Holy Continent. Only the young master of a wealthy clan could possibly have such resources—enough to easily rise to level 100 even without changing class.
The key was that, according to the mission intel, this Jobless Freelancer had actually come to camp in the Dark Poison Mountain Range with a young squad!
Holy shit!
He had the right time, the right place, and the right people!
Everything was in his hands!
And the rewards from above were exceedingly generous. Elder Sun Ge had declared that as long as the mission succeeded, every person would receive at least one SS-rank skill book, plus a hefty reward of one billion Holy Crystals.
At the time, Ice Old Devil had been beaming with joy, yet he could not understand why such an easy and simple mission—assassinating a Jobless Freelancer—would carry such lavish rewards.
Now...
He understood.
Presumably, when his seven companions had accepted this assassination mission, they had felt exactly as he did. They had been just as delighted.
But now...
They finally understood why the mission reward had been so generous!
This Jobless Freelancer...
He was fucking a great demon king!
Those prodigies, no matter how monstrous or freakish they were, could at most defeat enemies twenty levels above themselves.