“Kurgos, hurry up,” Eve looked at the blindfolded man in annoyance. It's been a week since he fought the elves, something that bore absolutely no result—apart from a tasty barbeque.

Kurgos gasped, panting as he ran through the forest. “Damn it, it's easy for you to say—”

“You're cursing me?” Eve grinned, picking up a rock and throwing it at Kurgos, hitting him square in the forehead. The latter cursed, stumbling for a bit before slamming straight to a tree.

“Argh! This damned forest!”

Eve laughed. “Didn't you want to use Psychokinesis to ‘see’ again? Hurry up and stand up, follow me,” Eve said, turning around without waiting for the man.

Kurgos called out, but Eve didn't turn back.

“AH! Damn it all!” He yelled, running after his demonic clay man teacher only to smash his head against another tree.

“Focus!” Eve yelled, already having crossed a good distance. “Or I'll leave you there,” he added.

Kurgos gritted his teeth, wanting to curse out only to bite his tongue. Feeling the sting, he took slow and even breaths, before pushing out his mental energy like he would when using Telekinesis. However, he wouldn't be lifting objects this time, he would only scan his surroundings.

‘Damn it, he really left me,’ he cursed inwardly. Focusing on the trail Eve left, he sighed and pushed off the ground, steadying himself by holding to a tree.

‘It’s his fault I'm blind, in the first place,’ he seethed, before letting it out with a groan. Marching with his legs, he bolted off.

+

“You finally made it,” Eve clicked his tongue as he watched Kurgos collapse face first on the ground.

“Can you shut up for a moment?” Kurgos said, though his voice was muffled by dirt.

“So weak,” Eve shook his head. “We're going to invade a city, you can't be weak like this,” he said.

Apart from Lucky, who was already kneeling behind Eve, Eve didn't bring any other clay soldier. His reasoning was simple, the enemies are too strong.

“Remember our goal, burst through, search the city, and get out,” Eve told Kurgos. Kurgos groaned out a response.

During their planning, Kurgos told him that a city was crawling with heroes, and while most of them would be at bronze ranks, there would be dozens of silver ranks as well. If they were unlucky, they might even face a gold rank.

“Aren't you being too hasty?” Kurgos asked after he rolled to his back. “We can train slowly, master our skills, heck, invade other villagers and small towns. Why must you hurry to a city?”

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Truth be told, he was against Eve's plan. Who knew what was brewing inside the clay man's head?

“You just learned how to run, and you're already trying to fly,” that's what he said to Eve when the latter first proposed the plan.

“We have no time,” Eve shook his head, not bothering to explain any further. In reality, even he himself didn't know why he was in such a hurry, but he felt compelled to do it.

“If we don't get moving, we'll die,” Eve said and stood up. “I'll meditate while you rest, wake me up when you're ready.”

Going over to a rock, he sat down and closed his eyes.

‘The Tournament Game with Felix, my Evangeline World, this Mortal World, the Heaven World,’ Eve recounted.

‘None of them are connected. Yet somehow, these worlds are all spiraling down into one black hole.’

During their breaks, he asked Kurgos about Earth, learning plenty of things about human society and culture.

‘Earth shouldn't have gods, yet they managed to create a game that toyed with god-like beings,’ Eve frowned. If Earth had gods, then there would be magic and mana floating around there, but Earth had none.

‘Did a god travel to Earth, create a World Beacon, and use the game as some sort of medium?’

No matter how he thought of it, it seemed impossible.

‘World Beacons are the technology of gods, but only the primordial gods can make more of it,’ Eve felt a frown on his face. ‘That’s even more impossible. I killed the primordial gods before I died… They should be dead.’

Yet, there was a growing unease in his heart.

‘This isn't good, if there's a new primordial god, then it means it already found me, no matter if it realized it or not,’ he opened his eyes, just in time to see Kurgos sit up and gulp down some water.

“Kurgos, we're going.”

“What? Already?” Kurgos turned to look at him, displeasure painted on his face. Eve couldn't really blame the man, he'd been running for a long time. Not to mention using his mental energy the entire time, bringing himself to near mental collapse.

“Time waits for no men.”

+

As they saw the large city of Devlin over yonder, Eve had Kurgos stop and hide himself. Although he didn't know how popular Kurgos is now, he guessed that back then, he was notorious.

“Once you see the signal, go and cover our backs,” Eve said before leaving. Then, he took Lucky with him. He was the main actor for this hit and run, and Lucky would kill off the defending heroes, who would be distracted. Finally, Kurgos would ensure their escape path, dropping a boulder made of dirt on their trail as they fled.

At least, that was plan A.

“What signal?” Kurgos frowned. The only “signal” they talked about was when Eve and Lucky had finished their raid and were fleeing. They were training his Psychokinetic “Vision” for this very purpose, after all.

“If all goes well, you don't need to worry about it. But if it doesn't, just keep an eye out.”

Kurgos sighed heavily. He was blind, what “keep an eye out”?

“You're too confident in me,” Kurgos said. Although it took them two weeks to reach Devlin City, and he practiced Psychokinesis day and night during that time, he felt his shoulders getting heavy at the moment. But he couldn't deny, he was thrilled—like he was fighting against the world as the Demon General Kurgos once again.

“That's because I believe in my own eyes,” Eve said, overturning Kurgos' mind. What was that about, exactly? He asked, but got no reply

Eve and Lucky were already running toward the city gates.

Seeing the large gates getting larger with each second, Eve moved his mental energy, putting two-thirds of his primal energy into his legs, while the rest were evenly spread out throughout his body—BOOM!

He shot forward like a bullet, and his sword sliced through the city guard's throat. He nearly lost grip of his sword in doing so, but using primal energy at the last moment, he managed to hold on.

Before the other guards could react, Eve had already disappeared into the streets.

“INTRUDER!! SOUND THE BELLS!” They screamed, running after Eve, not noticing Lucky coming in hot from behind. For this mission, Lucky ditched his spear and was holding a stone sword like Eve.

CHI—brandishing his sword, Lucky sliced through one of the guard's spine, making him go limp on the ground, dead. Hearing a thud behind them, the guards all turned back, but Lucky was already in front of another guard—SLICE!

Finally, the guards reacted. Out of seven of them, three were already dead.

“ATTACK! DEFEND THE CITY! WAIT FOR THE HEROES!”

Hearing the commotion behind him, Eve placed more strength into his legs. Arriving at a busy street, he stopped, abruptly being cast dozens of baffled gazes. Eve ignored the confused civilians around them, raising his foot and stomping on the ground.

RUMBLE…

“Monster!” Someone yelled, and everyone ran off in a panic. Meanwhile, Eve frowned.

“Not here,” he mumbled. Dashing toward another section of the city, he stomped on the ground once again.

“Not here—”

“What are you looking for?” A man called out, making Eve turn around. The man was dressed in full body armor, except his helmet was hanging from his waist.

“A swordsman?” Eve said, gripping his stone sword. “Would you mind if I take your sword?”

The man frowned, dropping the leisurely smile on his face.

‘There’s an invasion, he shouldn't be relaxed in the first place,’ Eve scoffed. Suddenly, he felt his body growing cold, and his senses were blasted with danger—

FOOO—An arrow blitzed through the air, aimed directly at Eve's head.