DEMON REALM : TRAINING AREA

In the part of the Abyss summoned by Avion, Scarlett's initial experience was akin to a melting candlestick in a furnace, but Now due to her Ultimate skill; infinite growth, her body started become more and more durable in just 3 days.

Under Avion's watchful eye, Scarlett pushed herself to the limit, her muscles straining against the weight of heavy objects while Avion nonchalantly perched on her back. Counting each repetition with meticulous precision, Scarlett's determination was matched only by her disdain for Avion's unconventional advice.

"Two trillion, thirty lacks and four... two trillion, thirty lacks and five..." she muttered through gritted teeth, her focus unwavering despite Avion's intrusive remarks.

But Avion, ever the eccentric mentor, couldn't resist interjecting with his peculiar brand of wisdom. "Scarlett, remember what I told you. If you ever start liking men, you gotta give me the heads-up first."

Scarlett's response was swift and sharp, a testament to her unwavering resolve and commitment to her engagement. "Who said you can call me by my first name and how many times I told you I'm engaged ," she retorted, flashing her engagement ring with a mixture of pride and defiance.

"And just so you know, my wife is a max-level gyatt.... Don't even think about going after her, or I'll bury you in a pile of dumbbells."

"Avion's laughter echoed through the training grounds, a hearty sound that betrayed a hint of nostalgia and pride. "Ho...ho...ho, I'm not that cheap to go after anyone," he declared, a playful glint in his eye. "I used to be a husband too, you know. I even have a daughter."

Scarlett's incredulous expression spoke volumes, her eyes widening in astonishment as she struggled to process the revelation. "You have a daughter?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Who even married a pervert like you?"

Unfazed by Scarlett's blunt assessment, Avion responded with unabashed confidence. "Yep! My daughter is the seventh demon king," he declared proudly, a hint of paternal pride seeping into his tone.

Tears of comedic anger welled up in Avion's eyes as he lamented, "She left her father because he was so lazy, too busy managing her own territory as a demon king, and kept telling me that she is thousands of times better than me."

Scarlett couldn't help but furrow her brow, trying to make sense of the baffling situation. "Seventh demon king? Aren't there already six demon kings?"

Avion nodded solemnly, wiping away his tears as he explained, "My daughter is a newly awakened demon king. It will take a few months for the world to realize that a new demon king has emerged."

A WEEK LATER

In just a mere week and a half, Scarlett's progress with the virtual weight sword was noticeable. Though she could barely lift it, she managed to heft it up, akin to a novice wielding a sword for the first time.

Avion's instructions were clear: practice swinging. And practice she did. But the monotony of it all began to wear on her. Annoyance etched across her face, she couldn't help but voice her frustration. "Ughhhh! Why are we stuck doing this? Teach me some flashy techniques and fighting styles."

Avion, ever the picture of cool indifference, responded, "Why bother with martial arts when you have strength and speed?"

Under her breath, Scarlett muttered a string of curses, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Does he not realize the importance of martial arts? No wonder he got clapped by Archangels."

But Suddenly, a thought struck Scarlett's mind. "Wait a minute... Archangels?"

She turned to Avion, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "Hey, what are Archangels?"

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Avion paused for a moment, pondering her question before offering an explanation. "Archangels are sort of like observers of the world. They eliminate anyone who poses a threat to the true dragons."

"There used to be seven Archangels," he continued, "but the naughtiest one, Samael, became a fallen angel known as Lucifer."

"Lucifer?" Scarlett's interest piqued. "I'm quite the fan of Lucifer myself. I'd love to meet him."

Avion announced, "Stop...stop...now we're going to do flying practice. Take out your wings."

Scarlett hesitated for a moment. "Um, well, I've never even seen my own wings, let alone tried flying with them. But I'll give it a shot."

Closing her eyes, she focused on sensing the wings that had grown beneath her back. With a gentle exertion of her will, she summoned them forth. As her eyes fluttered open, her magnificent wings unfurled, stretching out in all their glory.

A stunning sight unfolded before them: a pair of wings, each adorned with a striking blend of white and purple hues, extended from her back. With three wings on each side, totaling six in all, she resembled nothing short of a goddess or an angel descending from the heavens.

Scarlett couldn't help but marvel at her own appearance, scratching her head in puzzlement. "Why are my wings like this? Aren't they have to be more like dragon wings?"

Avion offered an explanation. "True dragons are more akin to gods than mere dragons, so it's only natural that their wings would reflect that divine nature."

A WEEK LATER

"Today, we're going to do sprinting practice. You need to ignite the fire in your feet and, as you sprint, unleash a massive wave of fire like a rocket. Boom!"

Annoyance creased Scarlett's features as she voiced her frustration. "Didn't you tell me to become a fire that can burn through time and space? Teach me something like that, geezer!"

Avion remained unfazed, his expression devoid of both warmth and remorse. "I don't know how you can achieve something like that."

He went on to explain, his tone matter-of-fact. "Surpassing time and space isn't a skill you can simply learn. It's something that manifests when you reach a certain level of strength. There will come a time when you'll feel a shift within yourself, a sensation of newfound power. And it's at that moment that you'll transcend space and time."

Scarlett couldn't help but wonder, "Did I just get scammed?"

4 MONTHS LATER

After four months of intensive training, Avion awaited Scarlett on her final day at the training area. As she emerged from a certain area, where lava was stored, it was clear she had been bathing in the lava without any difficulty.

Avion's cheeks flushed red at the sight of Scarlett's wet body, glistening with lava. Scarlett's lips twisted with disgust as she noticed his gaze. "Quit staring, geezer!"

She quickly opened her Spatial inventory and retrieved her usual attire, mindful of their contract and the need to head outside. With practiced ease, she donned her blindfold before they departed.

As they were on the verge of departing, Avion posed a question, "Which side are you on, Humans or Demons?"

Scarlett's response dripped with cool indifference, "Neither! Whoever tries to mess with me will be my enemy, it doesn't matter even if it's the creator himself."

Impressed by her answer, Avion probed further, "Then what's your goal? Other than becoming men again."

Scarlett paused for a moment, pondering, before turning her head to answer, "Ummm... In the world, no matter how skilled you become in a certain field, there's always going to be someone better, someone who will humble you down. I just want to be that guy who humbles everyone down in terms of strength."

Avion couldn't resist a mocking jab, "Guy? But you're a woman now, hahaha!"

Scarlett shot him a glare, effectively silencing him. "This time I'll ask the questions. Tell me, which one of my eyes is better?"

Avion responded thoughtfully, "For fighting with multiple people, your blue eye is more advantageous because of the Haki, or what humans call mana pressure. But for one-on-one combat, I think your red eye is superior due to its killing intent."

"But neither eye is truly better because you can't utilize both abilities simultaneously," he added.

"I believe the day you're able to harness the power of both your eyes at once, you'll also unlock the potential of your unique fire," Avion continued.

Scarlett processed his explanation before responding, "Is that so? But you've never told me what my unique fire is."

Avion's response was cryptic yet firm, "I'm not going to die that early! I'll tell you after you've made my village successful."

As they stepped out of the training area, a maid awaited their arrival. Scarlett expressed her gratitude once more to Avion and the maid for saving her life and teaching her valuable skills. While Avion hadn't taught her any overpowered abilities, what he had imparted was a thousand times better than what she had learned at the Hero Academy.

Avion provided Scarlett with directions to reach the village, and with a wave of her hand, she bid them farewell and departed for her village.

FEW HOURS LATER

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the landscape, accompanied by a gentle breeze that carried with it a hint of higher temperatures. While the weather didn't bother Scarlett, she couldn't deny the way it always seemed to coax her into laziness, tempting her to just lie down and sleep.

As she walked alone for hours, Scarlett couldn't shake off the feeling of lethargy that enveloped her. The geezer, Avion, had informed her that Cryptus, the skeleton kid, had already reached the village and was spreading the word about her imminent arrival.

As Scarlett ventured deeper into the large forest, she stumbled upon a very small, undeveloped demon's village. It was home to about 50-60 individuals, scattered amongst barely-made huts that seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural surroundings. The huts were crudely constructed from branches, leaves, and whatever materials the demons could find in the forest.

Despite the presence of dwellings, there was no sign of fire anywhere in the village. It was as if the concept of fire, and consequently cooking, was completely foreign to the inhabitants. The lack of smoke rising from any of the huts added to the primitive atmosphere, giving the impression that the villagers were living in a time akin to the Stone Age.

The village itself had a raw, untouched quality to it, surrounded by towering trees and the sounds of wildlife echoing through the air. It was a stark reminder of the simplicity of life in the heart of the forest, where survival took precedence over comfort and modern amenities.

Scarlett's eyes widened in astonishment as she surveyed the primitive village before her, her mouth hanging agape in disbelief. "What the hell is this? You can't even call this a village!" she exclaimed, incredulous at the sight of the barely-developed settlement.

Her initial reaction quickly gave way to a sense of reluctance. "Damn, if I go there now, I'll have to do a lot of work," she grumbled to herself. "I'll just lie down here and sleep for a few more hours, and then I'll go with full energy!"

"Even if someone comes with lustrous or killing intent, I'll know right away anyway!" she declared confidently, a glint of determination, She lays down, just where she was standing and goes to sleep.