The Author's POV

Chapter 777

Following Kevin's death, a lot of things changed.

I was able to gain access to all of Kevin's powers; I was promoted to the role of Alliance Head, and I learned the truth about what was going on behind the scenes.

In tandem with that, my rank improved, and although I did not inherit his system, I did obtain access to the abilities that he had previously possessed.

...and one of these abilities was the ability to create portals that connected to different planets.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Figures continued to appear beside me.

People like Octavious, Monica, Donna, Douglas, and Ivana—basically the most powerful people in the human domain—were among those I knew very well and counted among them.

"Wow, these are a lot of demons."

"Ho, ho."

"You really did bring us to a nice show."

The plan was rather simple.

Create a portal―> Send everyone to Immorra―> Infiltrate the city ―> Open the portal ―> Kill the demons ―> Go home.

It was a fairly simple plan.

One that didn't take a genius to understand. That being said, it wasn't as easy as it sounded.

If I had to be completely truthful, I would say that sneaking into the city was the most difficult part of the mission. Even though I was quite powerful, snaking past over a couple of dozen demons with the rank of Duke and one demon with the rank of Prince was a task that was challenging for even me to complete.

I wasn't entirely confident I could do it, but…

What if the demons were aware of my every move and made it their mission to make things simpler for me and the others?

What if I purposely set up dummies outside, masked as the forces of the human domain, and tricked them into letting us into the city and their main tower so that they could trap us?

…If that were the case, wouldn't everything be solved?

"Thank you very much."

I whispered gratefully, looking at the Prince ranked demon in the distance. His complexion was rather pale, and the sight made me smile.

"…Thank you for being easy to predict."

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existed in the universe, a few of those lives would have been born with

was far superior to that of their contemporaries and elevated them

exist. Regardless of race, there

A 'special' one.

something it knew

the universe, with their sole role being to eliminate or stunt the growth of these

the Protectors had

many races and secretly took

do their best to stunt their growth, and if nothing worked, they'd

couldn't control everything that was going on inside, the same was true for the Records. The Records, despite all their power, couldn't control what was within

to make sure that everything ran smoothly, and if a particular race displayed an excessive amount of potential or upset the equilibrium that they had created, they'd do everything in their power

was what happened to the demon race

how things were

BOOM―!

trailing the area in which they flew. Judging from the intricate runes that were in the shards of metal, they seemed to belong to a piece of armor that had now been

stabilizing its body, the figure was revealed to be a bulky,

"H-how."

where a figure with white hair stood, his voice conveyed

It was another Protector.

it drooped over his hand and held it firmly in

"How?"

cold and leisurely voice reverberated through the space, mimicking the Protector's

Crack!

the other Protector suddenly tightened, and a golden

it away, Jezebeth turned his head to meet

of the

back. His face was pale, and he was still in shock at the

the complete and utter annihilation of

were killed one by one by the one whom they had allowed to

…Their biggest mistake.

"You're shocked, aren't you?"

time, and with the injuries he had sustained, he could only watch as

"Kugh."

eerily similar to one that he had

alive? How is it possible when all seven of

questions that had been lingering in his mind

possible for him to still be alive? Even so… back then, he was someone

he did survive, he shouldn't have grown

a look

hand, and a number of shards of metal materialized. They were surrounded by a faint eternal aura, and Jezebeth's expression

survive? …It's because of this. This is

hand, feeling the rough texture of the

reason I'm still alive is because of them, and if not for them, I wouldn't be who I am today…

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