Somewhere in the world of Warlosnse, there is a vast land empty and desolate, with no signs of life or growth. The land dried up long ago, filling it with cracks. Remains of what used to be living beings can be found scattered around the land, ruins of once great civilizations all over the land. The skies are dyed in crimson red, and clouds that are pitch black are slowly filling the crimson red skies, accompanied by the rumbling of thunder echoing throughout the land.

It is a land that no being should trek through, even if that being is in his most desperate hour. And yet there is a group of what seems to be adventurers trudging through this said wasteland.

They ventured into the land until they stumbled upon a ruin. Unlike the other ruins, where only a wall is left or half the entire building is gone, this one is different from those. It is a castle, and from the looks of it, it has been decrepit from time and its environment. With its exterior badly damaged, cracks in its surface can be seen, and some parts are either falling apart or already gone. And yet, despite all that, it still stands strong and withstands all means for it to completely collapse by now. From the looks of it, it used to be a glorious castle where great kings resided. But it is now just a shadow of its former glory.

The group rested at the entrance of the castle, and then, for a while, the huge wooden portcullis slowly rose. The group is startled by this, then all look at each other, nodding to one another as if confirming their suspicion. They have confirmed that this is the place they were looking for.

As the group peers inside the castle, it is shrouded in complete darkness. A female from the group who has long, silky blonde hair, blue eyes, and a petite body. She wore a white, flowy white robe adorned with a gold lining with a design of a golden cross. She raises her golden staff to cast spheres of light magic to illuminate the entire area, but only for her staff to be lowered by one person in the group stopping her. It is a man who is clad in full adamantium armor, from head to toe, with a sword strap at his side.

"Priestess, please conserve as much mana as you can.”

The priestess nodded, accepting the man’s request.

The man brings out a stick with cloth at the top wrapped around it, and he drenches it with oil. He stretched his arm that was holding the stick away from his body, placed his hand near the drench cloth, and cast a spark, causing the cloth to burn and creating a torch.

The man created more torches for the other members of the group so that a large area could be lit while they traversed inside the dark castle. The man then gathers the group and hands his torch to someone close by so that he can take out a scrolled-up piece of paper that, when he opens it, shows a map of the castle. He then describes where they go and what to do if they encounter something.

They explored the castle, which is full of dust and cobwebs with cracks in the walls. Everywhere they went seems empty, or rather, there are no signs of life, but they finally stumbled upon a large wooden door, and if the map they brought is correct, that is the location of the throne room.

They tried opening the door and pushing it with one hand at first, but it was too heavy. Then they used their bodies to slam against the door, and it was not moving even an inch. When they were about to give up and go to another place, the door suddenly creaked, slowly opening. They peer inside the room; it was complete darkness, and when they use the torch to see what’s inside, the torch light is too little to cover the entirety of the huge room; it doesn’t even have enough light to see the walls inside the room.

The group decides to enter; the eerie silence was broken by the careful steps of the party. When everyone was inside the room, the door suddenly closed, and the gust of wind that followed extinguished their torches.

“It seems that there are lost lambs that wandered into their grave.”

A voice came from the other end of the room in which the throne resides.

“Show yourself! ”

The man in adamantium armor shouted in a demanding manner.

“Hoh… to demand something from me, such a courageous lamb. I admire that.”

The sound of a snapping finger could be heard from where the voice was, and then multiple sconces on the wall slowly lit themselves up one by one.

The group was startled by the sudden light, and then the man in adamantium armor once again shouted with a demanding voice.

“Make yourself known! ”

“Guess I’ll give you my name to take with you in the afterlife.”

The room is not yet fully lit, but they can see a silhouette of a humanoid figure that stands up in front of the throne. The humanoid seems to have some features that are not from a human, such as what seem to be horns that are protruding out of his head.

“The name of whom will take your pathetic life is I Rastronoz!! Remember it well in the afterlife! ”

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As soon as the Rastronoz finishes talking, the area around him finally lights up, showing him with dark gray skin, long silver hair reaching from his head to his waist, a sturdy muscular physique, and two horns similar to those of a minotaur sticking out on each side of his forehead.

The man in Adamantium armor clenches his fist, and the sound of his teeth grinding can be heard.

“It really is you. The foul beast that killed anyone on his path. Leaving nothing behind but corpses and ruins. The demons that call him their king. Rastronoz, the Demon King. You are the one who killed Darius!! ”

“Darius. Never heard of it. I don’t ask the name of the soon-to-be corpse.”

“He was my father! You Killed My Father!!! ”

“Do I look like someone who cares who your father is? I’ve murdered hundreds of thousands of beings, and yet you think I would care if I killed such an insignificant pathetic being such as your father? ”

The man in adamantium armor reaches for his sword, removing it from its leather scabbard, revealing a sword made of adamantium. It has a sharp and sleek blade, and the hilt is made of dark wood decorated with intricate carvings. He used both of his hands to hold onto the sword’s hilt. He aims his blade towards Rastronoz and inhales a deep breath.

“Shut Up!!! You damn beast! ”

The man in adamantium armor then begins to chant under his breath, and some kind of bright aura starts to envelop him.

Rastronoz was first intrigued by what was occurring in front of him, then he realized what it was; it was once told to him by his subordinate.

"Oh, ho, so you are what the humans called a hero.”

“I said, Shut up! ”

The hero dashes towards Rastronoz, aiming for his neck, but as soon as the hero gets his blade close to Rastronoz, he can no longer move his blade forward.

The hero looks at his blade and sees Rastronoz's pinky fingernail on his right hand, stopping the blade from reaching his neck.

Rastronoz let out a deep sigh.

“And here I thought I had finally met my match, but a huge disappointment appeared instead.”

Rastronoz uses his other hand and touches the hero in the middle of his chest armor with his forefinger. The hero’s Adamantium armor begins to form small cracks from where Rastronoz touched, then suddenly forms a large crack that then flings on the other side of the room. It is as if a powerful force made contact with him.

The priestess hurriedly cast recovery spells on the hero and then removed the hero’s helmet so he could breathe. The hero coughs out a huge amount of blood.

“Now!!!”

A group of people who wore robes one man shouted in a commanding manner.

Then Rastronoz was suddenly enveloped by flames.

It was a group of mages who began chanting as the fight started and finally finished the spell.

“Ahahahaha! What an idiot! He didn’t even notice us casting spells, as he was too busy fighting the hero. Now we have vanquish that monster and save humanity!! ”

Then Rastronoz begins laughing hysterically.

“You think such weak spells would affect me? ”

Rastronoz snaps his finger for the flames to immediately disperse into thin air.

“Impossible! To disperse such flames of 1st tier spell that said only will stop when the vitality of the being absorbed by its flames is completely gone.”

“Let me show you the true power of a spell.”

Rastronoz points his index finger at the group of mages. A small flame appears at the end of his forefinger and slowly approaches the group of mages.

“Huh, what will this feeble fire do to us—leave a burn mark? hahaha”

Jokingly said by one of the mages

As the small flame made contact with one of the mages, a huge flame burst forth as it touched the mage, burning the whole group of mages.

“You-you monster! ”

The hero weakly said as he wobbled around and couldn’t even stand up properly, as he was just recovering from the damage he just took.

Rastronoz looked at him and menacingly smiled, then disappeared from where he was standing. In just a brief second, Rastronoz suddenly appears right in front of the hero.

“Yes, I am! ”

Rastronoz exclaims, then punches the hero in the abdomen. The hero flings once more, receiving a much more powerful impact than before crashing into the wall.

The hero landed on the ground near the wall, leaving a huge crack from the impact. It cracks even the nearest wall outside the area of the impact, and huge chunks of the ceiling start to fall off, showing the dark, crimson-red skies.

“Time to die”

Rastronoz approaches the dying hero.

What will happen to the dying hero as he is approached by Rastronoz? Will he survive? Will there be reinforcement? Will there be a miracle that saves our hero? Or, in the worst-case scenario, will our main protagonist die? Tune in next time on Dragon Ball-…Tune in next time on the next volume.

“Urgh!! What the hell, that’s it?! I hate this cliffhanger!! I really want the next volume. I have been rereading this for ages, waiting for the next volume to arrive! ”