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At that moment.

Outside the iron bars, only the body of a silver-haired boy named Damian remained, lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

“Haa, haa….”

His head was spinning. Blood continued to pour from the empty holes where his limbs had been torn off.

He would die soon.

And then he would regain his limbs.

He would also acquire a new sword.

In the previous world, he had obtained a total of three swords when he brought about its destruction.

It was regrettable that the power did not carry over when he crossed to another world, but he could always acquire more swords by dying and coming back. It was just a difference in the speed of destruction.

Anyway, as long as Damian didn’t die, he would continue to grow stronger until he was strong enough. If he died enough times, he would eventually reach that point.

When he died and came back this time, it would be his fourth sword.

Even when he had only three swords, if it hadn’t been for Ael Cloie, he would have been enough to destroy this world.

Just a little longer.

He had to die from excessive bleeding. He couldn’t draw a new sword through suicide.

Damian smiled wryly as he looked up at the sky.

“Emilia.”

Keep watching over me.

I won’t stop until I destroy the conspiracy that killed you.

With a cough, Damian spat out blood and turned his head to the side.

A moment later.

With a sickening crack, his empty pelvis and shoulders sprouted arms and legs.

With a horrible sound of bones breaking, Damian’s body contorted severely.

And then, from under his armpits.

“Aaahh!!”

With a sharp sound, two arms emerged.

Two on each side. When he stretched out all four arms and spread his hands, sharp swords gleamed and materialized in each hand.

“I will never give up.”

Until I destroy all 2,000 guardian worlds and all 2,000 Earths.

*

“Hurry, take cover!”

“Damn it, request more backup quickly!”

People screamed in panic, and two instructors, who were facing off against Damian, urgently called for reinforcements behind them.

The guards who were outside patrolling the boundaries, even with human-like monsters in front of them, mistakenly believed that the enemy was just one person and did not urge the citizens to evacuate.

As a result, hundreds of citizens had already been killed by Damian’s sword.

“Hurry, hurry!”

The two instructors, constantly blocking Damian’s flashing swords, had no time to rest. In the midst of the chaos, he threw two swords through the crowd using his arms on his sides.

With a thud, a citizen was hit in the back by a sword and fell.

At the same time, Damian appeared out of nowhere on top of that sword and pulled it out.

“Die, all of you.”

Thud.

Squelch.

Sharp sounds and blood-curdling screams erupted everywhere.

“Aaahh!!”

“Save me, please, save me…!”

“Aaahh!!”

If they ran, their legs were cut off.

If they begged for mercy, their arms were cut off.

If they crouched down and screamed, a sword was thrust into their mouths.

As he swung the sword inserted into a citizen’s mouth to cut their head in half horizontally, blood sprayed like a fountain, splattering those around them.

Shivering at the horrific sight, people who were screaming were grabbed and thrown onto the street to spill out their organs.

The instructors had no chance to stop him.

Whenever they tried to block one place, slaughter would occur in another.

Even if two people tried to chase after the swords at the same time, Damian still had two more swords left in his hands.

“Damn, this demon-like bastard…!”

“When is the backup coming?!”

Damian did not stop.

With a joyful expression on his face, he swung his sword at the people, wiping the blood staining his face with his palm and letting out a triumphant cheer.

“Kill them all. Kill every single one of them without leaving anyone behind!!”

“Enough, you monster!”

The two instructors rushed at Damian again. This time, Damian didn’t dodge. Instead, he spread out his four hands and summoned the swords to his hands.

“So many words.”

He began to dance with his swords.

“Huh…?!”

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Shoulders, sides, legs, ankles, and waist. The two men frantically defended themselves against the four blades targeting their bodies.

“Pathetic.”

Damian’s movements became faster. The instructors struggled to defend against his explosive speed as he swung his swords at them simultaneously. Gradually, cuts appeared on the instructors’ arms and legs.

Finally.

“Gasp…!”

Crunch!

The swords held by the two instructors broke.

Their bodies were now exposed to the four blades.

“Die.”

As Damian swung his four swords to strike down the instructors, a halberd came rushing towards him, blocking all four swords.

His knees bent deeply, just like before, as he hit the ground.

“Huh…!”

The instructors and many disciples joined in, halting the flow of slaughter. But Damian smiled broadly.

“It’s most enjoyable to crush and cut down the strong ones.”

“You crazy bastard.”

With a single stroke, Damian forcefully pushed Lager away with his sword.

“Huh…!”

As Lager was pushed back, he looked up at Damian with a bewildered expression.

This boy had become stronger in just one day. Was he gaining more strength with each additional arm?

Without a chance to be surprised, Damian swung his sword. Lager had no chance against Damian’s ruthless attacks, which even the two instructors couldn’t withstand.

In less than a minute, the halberd broke.

His body was covered in wounds from the blades.

“Huh, ugh…”

Lager knelt on one knee, blood trickling down his body.

Even this was the result of facing two swords.

The other disciples and instructors couldn’t bring themselves to support him, seeing the two swords embedded in front of them.

They had witnessed his abilities.

The determination that ‘he might really die’ and the terror of ‘he will definitely die’ were worlds apart in their minds.

In the face of his overwhelming strength, the many instructors and disciples froze.

Lager clicked his tongue.

Seeing this, Damian shook his head mockingly.

“The ones who were supposed to protect you are useless when you need them. How does it feel to see those pathetic bastards?”

Lager spat on the ground and smirked.

“They weren’t meant to protect me.”

“If the protagonist dies, they’re all done for. Don’t you know that?”

“Why should I care? I just need one person to survive until the end. My purpose is fulfilled at the final stage.”

Eyes filled with the determination to sacrifice not only his life but the whole world for his loved one.

Damian knew the person with such eyes.

“Emilia said the same thing.”

“What’s that, you brat?”

“You wouldn’t know.”

Damian raised his two swords high, showing no intention of engaging in idle chatter.

At that moment.

“If you don’t know, you better find out, you brat!”

Thunk!

A meteor hammer flew down from the sky.

A single ominous streak of black lightning descended vertically, striking Damian’s head with a sharp, unpleasant sound, causing him to be slammed into the ground.

The impact was so strong that Damian’s head, now embedded in the ground, shattered, spilling brain matter and eyeballs like a smashed watermelon.

“Oh, looks like the pot broke. Well, it’s been hanging around for a while.”

Casually grabbing his right wrist and twirling it around, the platinum-haired witch with devil wings and a tail turned to Lager.

Aeil Cloie.

Her sudden appearance left Lager bewildered, causing him to slump to the ground in surprise.

“What, why are you back again?!”

“Don’t be surprised. It’s my decision.”

“How dare you go against my plans? I’ve been preparing for years to make you happy, and you just ruined it, huh?!”

“Hey, who said you get to decide my fate? This is a clear violation of freedom of choice. Got it?”

Aeil extended her tail and smacked Lager’s head with a honeyed night, unleashing her wrath.

“Strictly speaking, it’s all because of you. Do you realize that everything you’ve done contradicts your own plans?”

“What did I do?”

Indignant, Lager asked Aeil.

“You taught a woman how to be loved, and now you’re telling her to live alone for the rest of her life. What are you going to do about it?”

She threw a bombshell so devastatingly different from a honeyed night.

Seeing Lager still dazed, Aeil delivered another blow.

“I’ll clean up this mess, so marry me.”

“What kind of proposal is this?!”

“It’s a threat. You can propose later.”

“You’re completely out of your mind, aren’t you?”

“Understood.”

Aeil extended her tail and poked Lager’s groin, issuing a sharp warning.

“I’ll get rid of all the condoms at home. Be prepared to bear the weight of the king in an instant.”

“Are you crazy? Why are you saying that now?!”

There wasn’t really a reason to bring up these topics now, but…

Aeil found it unbearable to be apart even for a short time, she wanted to see him, and she wanted to be together forever.

But when it came time to say it out loud, it felt a bit embarrassing.

She just got a little carried away with her expression.

“…I’ll impregnate you as many times as you want, and I’ll bear as many children as you want.”

She just got a little…

No, she got very carried away with her expression.

Amidst the intense struggle between them, Damian slowly rose to his feet. With his head quickly restored, a fifth arm emerged from his side.

“Come at me, demon.”

“Aeil Cloie….”

Damian chuckled as he raised his five arms, brandishing a sword.

Aeil also grinned menacingly, spreading her wings wide and conjuring black lightning in her right hand.

And then, the two clashed with the ferocity of devouring demons.