There were no words that Mican had to say to the demon.

The creature in the wagon clearly knew what it had done, being the sole fault of the entire battle, and it showed no remorse over its actions.

“Haaahaaahaahaaahaa!” The demon guffawed constantly as Mican walked up to him, its eyes full of glee.

The closer he got to the demon, the stronger his feeling of disgust grew. He felt as if he was approaching a mound of rotting flesh, and the urge to retch came over him once again.

Along with Mican’s disgust came sheer, unbridled rage.

“What are you going to do, Paridus? Are you going to kill me? I welcome you to.” The demon in the cage taunted the young man, smiling and laughing constantly.

The fake name enraged the young man, but he merely laughed in response. He knew that it was clear provocation, but he didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop him from killing the demon other than his own death.

Mican stopped in front of the jail wagon, his breathing heavy and his eyes slightly red. His mace had left a long trail in the dirt behind him and dragging it had sapped him of his energy, but pure willpower and rage empowered him to lift it.

Raising the golden mace above his head with his good arm, he pushed his muscles to their maximum strength. Mican’s arm tightened like steel, muscles and slight veins poking out, as he swung down with all of his strength at the blood-covered arm hanging outside of the wagon.

A startling crunch echoed out as the demon’s arm was caved in, completely shattering.

A black liquid sprayed out all over Mican and the carriage from the demon’s arm from the impact, even getting into his mouth.

The demon’s ‘flesh’ was not flesh, but some sort of sturdy carapace that served to protect the black liquid, which Mican could only assume to be blood, underneath.

Amidst the shattered arm, he could make out crushed bones that seemed to be vaguely human in shape, lying inside of the black blood.

“Haaahaaahaaa. Hey, would you be careful with that, Paridus? That’s my blood essence right there.”

Mican looked at the demon emotionlessly. At this point it was unsurprising to Mican that the demon didn’t give any sort of indication that it felt any pain from the blow. Still smiling, staring at him with its black holes, it merely continued laughing and goading him.

“Would you like to drink some?” The grin on the demon grew wider as it noticed Mican looking at it.

Turning his head away, the young man grabbed the already warped metal bar around the demon’s arm and began pulling.

Placing his foot on the wagon for leverage, the muscles in his arms bulged as he began pulling on the bar with all of his might.

Beads of hot sweat dripped off of Mican’s forehead as he tugged, and the slight creaking of metal warping sounded out into the clearing.

Stressing himself like this, he could vividly feel blood leaking out of the wounds on his body. A sharp pain ached out of the stab wound in his lower back, and the holes left by the multiple arrows began spurting blood.

After a few seconds the large metal bar gave way and bent out to the side and the demons arm fell out entirely.

The bars of the jail wagon were spaced much wider than the jail wagon, likely made specifically to house this demon rather than any humans or the like. Grabbing the bar on the other side, the young man gave it the same treatment he had given the former.

Finally having made room for his entrance, Mican climbed into the wagon containing the demon.

Not even stopping to catch his breath or rest his tired muscles, the young man climbed straight towards the demon’s head, bloodlust and fury filling his face. His eyes flashed golden as his unblinking eyes stared at the creature.

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“Paridus, it would be my pleasure to have you kill me. Would you like to know why? Well, I… wait… P-Paridus?”

The constant taunting of the creature was suddenly halted as Mican grew closer, the smiling expression on its face finally cracking as it began to stutter in its words.

Pushing and pulling the demon to make way for him to go behind it, the man wrapped his good arm around its head from the back, stabbing his thumb into its left eye socket.

“URAGHHHH!”

Mican screamed in fury as he began twisting the demon’s head clockwise with all of the strength left in his body.

“AHHHHHHH!”

Another scream pierced the air, but it wasn’t from Mican.

The demon, with its head being forced towards its aggressor, began screaming and wailing.

“My lord, forgive me! Please!” Cries began leaving the demon’s mouth in waves as it began pleading and begging, seemingly directing the words at Mican.

Disgust filled Mican as the demon’s head bent further and further in his direction, to face him. Its empty black holes stared at him, and its rotted yellow teeth constantly chattered.

Its expression was one of sheer terror as it looked at him, and words flowed out of its mouth like a broken dam. It seemed almost like an infant child in the manner it cried.

“If I had known it was you, I would never have tried anything had you given me a thousand lives! P-please! Please!” The screaming grew louder and louder with each passing second, but it was as if Mican didn’t even hear it.

An ear-splitting crack resounded out along with a scream as the demon’s head was torn from its body, its neck having been bent to its absolute limits.

Copious amounts of black blood flooded out from the demon’s head and headless body, wetting Mican and the carriage fully. The blood seemed almost endless; the amount completely disproportionate to the size of the head. Strangely enough, it gave off no apparent smell.

The facial features of the demon were frozen in fear in its last moments, its mouth wide open and its nose wrinkled. Staring at it, the young man’s feeling of disgust didn’t lessen in the slightest.

Panting heavily, the young man rested his back on the exit door to the carriage. His legs threatened to give out from the exertion, but he forced himself to stay standing.

After a small moment of catching his breath, Mican stood up and sluggishly jumped out of the carriage, his wounds opening further from the strenuous movements. He sat down on the cobblestone road to recuperate, dropping the head several feet away from him.

Giving the head a glance, Mican knew that his gambled had paid off.

One of the main reasons and possible the deciding factor of why he had chosen to do battle was because of the strange white creature the party had referred to as a demon.

The only experience he had in fights was in street scuffles and boxing back in his home world, and he knew he stood no chance in experience when comparing himself to the party members.

The only advantages he had were his enhanced physical attributes and the element of surprise that came with it.

The one other advantage he had was with the demon inside the cage. According to the Priest, Johnathan, he had supposedly been containing it with a ‘power’ of some sort, stopping it from healing its wounds.

One the priest was dead, Mican refused to believe that the demon would stay still and do nothing in the battle, because if Mican had lost he would likely have stayed imprisoned.

There were some inconsistencies in its behaviour, but he paid it no attention as it was all over, deciding to preoccupy himself with attending to his condition.

Red and black blood painted the majority of his body, staining his clothes. With the amount of blood that had left his body, he was shocked he had not died yet.

The average man in his world would have long been dead due to blood loss. He knew his vitality had been increased tremendously, but it still shocked him.

Reaching behind his back, Mican began grabbing the bodies of the arrows stuck in his flesh one by one. Cracks of wood and grunts of pain sounded out as he snapped them in half and pulled them out of his body.

After arriving in this foreign world two or three days ago, Mican had obtained all sorts of new experiences and had seen views he never could have even imagined before.

Flying freely through the void beside a formation of light. Seeing countless humongous snakes sitting in the void, seeing a giant dark figure eating a strange worm, seeing a gargantuan dragon’s head in the sky.

Fighting the bear creature with overwhelming strength and being locked in a battle to the death with a group of formidable enemies.

Through all of this, Mican was afraid. He felt fear of the death and of the unknown, and he felt disgusted at the bloodshed and mayhem.

Though at the same time, he had never felt so alive.

It was not like he was a psychopath or a crazy person or anything, but he knew that on his old world, he would still have been writing mediocre novels on Royaltrail, or lifting weights mindlessly, or even feeding pigeons pieces of bread in deep thought.

He had no regrets jumping through that portal, or about any of his experiences so far.

“I really have to stop getting surprised over every little thing, new experiences will just keep happening.”

In a very rare display, the young man chuckled and murmured to himself out loud. Perhaps it was his nerves on end that forced out such a display, after having killed his first person.

“Of course, my lord. What you say is divine and cannot be wrong.” A hoarse and disgusting voice sounded out on the ground a few feet away from Mican, freezing the young man in his tracks.

Turning his head slowly, Mican stared at the head that lay before him with an emotionless expression.

“My lord, if you are not going to sever my immortality and kill me, I humbly request that we leave this place as soon as possible.”

A bone white, hideous head lay there on the cobblestone, making a request with him in an extremely subservient tone. It had black holes for eyes that seemed as if they were carved from rock and rotting yellow teeth in its mouth.