Sloth City

Time passed.

More and more figures appeared in the dark red night sky.

There were demons, Hell Knights, Skeleton Dragons, and Liches. Every one of them projected their aura, making sure outsiders knew how powerful they were.

Daniel did the same. His aura rose like a blade that could cleave the heavens. It was so overwhelming that he could swagger past with William and Lancelot, and no one dared stop them.

In Hell, no one pretended to be weak to catch others off guard.

The weak had to make way, kneel, and submit.

If you didn't want that, you showed as much of your true strength as possible. Make others afraid to underestimate you, much less provoke you. That was the only rule that mattered.

Otherwise, trouble would come knocking again and again, and you would have to deal with it...

Some Legendary-Class Professionals recognized Daniel and cried out, "A Hell Knight! Daniel, the Blade of Slaughter!"

"That's him? It's been centuries. I thought he was dead."

"So he's still alive. He's attending Belial's birthday celebration? Is he trying to secure a future for those two little demons behind him?"

"That makes no sense. Did a chaotic evil bastard like him change his ways?"

Many had never heard of Daniel's exploits.

But many Legendary Dark Creatures who had lived for over a thousand years knew of the slaughter he had unleashed when he "awakened" on the battlefield.

Eighteen hundred years ago.

That Hell Knight had awakened on an ancient battlefield and become a Legendary-Class Professional in a single day.

Newborn Hell Knights were usually somewhat weak in combat, or else not particularly bright.

So several Demon Lords rushed over, hoping to bring him under their control.

However...

Before those Legendary-Tier Demon Lords could even start fighting among themselves, the Hell