The Author's POV

Crack—!

A thin fissure materialized out of thin air.

Tok.

A calm and steady footstep echoed throughout a large hall. Two crimson-red eyes shone in the dark hall, as a semi-transparent white-haired figure stepped out of the thin fixture.

The fissure closed up, and the figure walked toward the end of the hall where a throne sat at the top of a flight of stairs.

Stopping next to the flight of stairs, the figure looked up.

It was then that his eyes met with another set of scarlet red eyes. Sitting on the throne with his legs crossed and the side of his face leaning on his arm which was propped up on the throne, the red-eyed figure looked down.

At the exact moment the two eyes met, the white-haired figure beneath the flight of stairs started to disintegrate as bright white lights started coming out from his body.

Slowly, the particles floated in the air and merged into a white ball that flew in the direction of the figure sitting on the throne.

Extending his hand and opening his palm, the white-haired figure sitting on the throne watched as the ball paused and levitated atop the palm of his hand.

He then stared at the orb for a good couple of seconds.

"Heh."

He smiled and squeezed his hand.

Rumble—!

Immediately after he squeezed his hand, the hall started to shake uncontrollably. This persisted for a good minute before the shaking came to an abrupt halt.

Just then, the moment he squeezed the white orb, memories, and images of what had transpired not too long ago began to replay inside of the Demon King's mind.

Leaning his head back, the white-haired figure muttered.

"Not bad."

For someone that had not remembered his past, this was indeed pretty good.

But.

"He's still too weak."

Jezebeth shook his head.

Although the figure was the same as he remembered in the past, he had still not reached the strength of his past.

"Old friend..."

Jezebeth laughed a bit.

This was a bit of a stretch from his end.

They couldn't quite be called friends, after all, their goals clashed. Had they not clashed, then perhaps they might've even joined hands.

Unfortunately, they were fated to stand on the opposite ends of each other.

Such was their fate.

"It's truly a pity..."

Waving his hand the air distorted and a small black portal formed in front of him. Squinting his eyes, he peered through the black portal.

From there, he was able to see a large planet in the distance.

"It's only a matter of time."

Jezebeth ended up mumbling after staring at the planet in the distance.

"...Five years."

Placing his hands on the side-arms of the chair, he gradually stood up.

"That's how long you have left. I hope you don't disappoint me the next time I see you. I can sense it. This will be our last game."

Extending his hand, powerful black energy sprung forth from his body and merged toward the palm of his hand.

Opening his mouth, the edges of his lips curled upwards as amusement flashed across his face.

"Boom."

Seconds after his words came out, cracks started to form on the surface of the planet.

Within seconds the cracks started to expand, before...

Bam.

They shot outwardly throughout the space, leaving nothing but a bright orange nebula.

***

"What do you mean Ren is gone?"

Smallsnake's exasperated voice rang inside a small luxurious room.

"First he breaks a dungeon, then he suddenly runs away without telling us where's he going, and expects us to be fine with the situation."

Pacing around the room, he threw his arms in the air.

"I'm sick of his shit! I'm sick of it!"

Gone was his usual demeanor as he continued ranting nonstop.

Not that anyone else paid him any particular attention. Smallsnake ranting about Ren wasn't exactly a rare sight.

"Do this do that, solve this, solve that, I'll be gone for a bit so take care of the others for me while I'm out."

He threw his middle finger in the air.

"You fucking bastard! Just wait until you come back!"

"...and what are you going to do when he comes back?"

throughout the room, and Smallsnake's feet came to a

I going

Smallsnake puffed his chest.

finally give Ren a reality check. Let him understand that he can't overwork people like me. There will come a day when

"Oh?"

her lips curled upwards, albeit slightly. She was clearly

the conversation between the two of you will be

"Hm?"

Before he could

Ren, we need

Smallsnake,

"Okay."

in the room subconsciously nodded their heads. Be it Leopold, Ava, Ryan, or Hein, they all nodded their

indeed how they would imagine Smallsnake's confrontation

"Wha—"

right, aren't I?

turned to face

hand, he

you going to

feel

her shoulders and leaned back on

Smallsnake's sudden inflated ego to quickly

"Hey..."

"What?"

Angelica snappily asked

"Nevermind..."

and sat down

"No one likes me..."

repeatedly mumbled to himself with

Angelica rolled her eyes.

was exactly why no one in the room paid him

Clank—!

With his shirt untucked and filled with beer stains, Thomas walked into

he was inevitably

that bastard run off

asked in a groggy and throaty

here that he was going to give me more work," He mumbled in an

*Puff*

in the

legs on a wooden tea table,

tough luck, he went on a

almost fell on

"A trip?"

*Puff*

took another puff and

"Yeah."

"Give me that shit."

up to Leopold, Thomas snatched his cigarette and took a puff

*Puff*

"Oy, Oy."

stood up in anger. Extending his hand

back to your drinks

allow it as he took a step back

the smocking

*Puff*

He took another puff.

his hand and stopping Leopold from snatching

here to joke

in the room suddenly started to become more serious as everyone finally started paying attention

*Puff*

another puff, Thomas looked at Leopold's face scrunch up from the corner of his eyes,

for you guys, we would've never been

hand, Thomas scratched the back

pay too much attention to what happens within the dungeons, times have changed and dungeon overloads

on the

a lot of consideration, we've decided to grant you all access to our treasury

and everyone's eyes lit up, including Smallsnake who regained

expression, Thomas already started to express his

"Ah, shit..."

doubt, they were going to lose

***

A few hours later.

yes, Alright, thank you

Click—!

the phone,

couch of the living room, Natasha raised her head and gazed

"Is something up?"

sent chills

"Oh, no, nothing much."

proceeded to sit down

mouth with her hand, her eyes opened

just heard something

"Funny?"

scooched her body back a

someone who had heard had something funny. Quite the contrary in fact. To Natasha, she looked like someone that was out for

"Very."

lowered her hand

face, her face darkened. Or at least, that was how it seemed

decided to take a six-month vacation

on her

sweet of him,

"He what?"

time, it was Natasha's turn

on

what his

leaned back on her

"No wonder you're ma—"

"I'm not mad."

Samantha sharply cut.

just as she was about to say

I'm a little bit

the sofa, Samantha shook her