“Whoa, is this for real?? I’m not dreaming, right?” A party member in Roland’s party said.

“You’re definitely not dreaming for sure. Man, but what the hell? How did we not know Dragonire was this strong? This motherfucker even scolded the Demon Leader just now, he speaks as if he’s on the same level as them.” Another party member in Roland’s said.

“He’s in the same league as those Demon Leaders though. I mean they can’t even kill him after fighting the whole day.” A party member in Yelena’s party said.

“True, that’s crazy… No, actually, he might even be stronger since he was fighting against two Demon leaders at once.”

“Oh, yeah! You’re right! Wow, that’s even crazier if you think about it.”

Meanwhile, observing Dragonire effortlessly taking on two Demon Leaders at once, Yelena's heart raced, and a blush adorned her cheeks. It became increasingly clear that Yelena had developed a crush on Dragonire.

For the longest time, Yelena had regarded Dragonire only as a friend. The primary reason she intervened to rescue him from bullies in the past was out of pity; there was no romantic interest involved. However, today was different. She found herself developing genuine feelings for him.

At dinner time, Dragonire, Roland's friends, Yelena's party, and the Demons gathered around and enjoyed a meal together. Surprisingly, the Demons generously provided the food for everyone, showcasing their unexpected generosity.

None of the Demon soldiers dared to attack players, as per the strict orders from the Demon Leaders not to harm any of them. The reason Roland’s friends and Yelena’s party were spared was solely due to Dragonire's influence. Because the Demon Leaders held Dragonire in high regard, that respect naturally extended to his friends as well.

Despite Dragonire's animosity towards Roland's friends who bullied him in high school, he doesn't believe a bully deserves death. Instead, he prefers seeking revenge by bullying them back rather than resorting to killing, as he sees it as a fairer approach.

The only situation in which he would resort to killing someone was if they attempted to take his life; only then would he respond by ending theirs.

Surprisingly, Roland’s friends experienced a shift in attitude towards Dragonire, now seeing him as their savior. Even Yelena’s party shared the same perspective. Frankly, Dragonire was taken aback, as he hadn't realized that he had saved their lives from the demons.

Since the beginning, the only reason why Dragonire was fighting the demons in the first place was because he was bored of hiding, and meeting Roland’s friends and Yelena’s party was just purely coincidental.

For the rest of the night, Dragonire chatted with his friends, reminiscing about their high school memories, discussing what they did after graduation, and so on and so forth.

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The next day in the morning…

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“Yo, Dragonire! Wake up!”

“Yeah, wake up! It’s time for your fight!”

“The Demon Leaders are waiting for you! Wake up!”

Roland's friends and Yelena's party could be seen attempting to wake up Dragonire. This was likely due to the pressure and nervousness they felt, given that two Demon Leaders were standing next to them.

Before long, Dragonire awoke, emitting a hearty yawn.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Dragonire yawned.

"Hey, kid! It's time for our battle!" exclaimed Branok.

“Yeah, get ready quickly and stop wasting our time!” Aldric said.

“I know… Just give me five more minutes, and I’ll be ready.” Dragonire said as he went back to sleep.

“Five minutes, huh? Fine! You can’t delay anything more than that, got it?!!” Branok said.

The sheer tolerance exhibited by the two Demon Leaders towards Dragonire's behavior was utterly shocking to Roland's friends and Yelena's party.

It was approximately 8 AM, and Dragonire wasn't particularly thrilled about rising early. He typically favored waking up around 10 to 11 AM.

Five minutes later…

Dragonire woke up and trailed the Demon Leaders to an open area, providing ample space for their impending battle.

“Hey, kid! Are you ready?!” Aldric said.

"Yes, hold on... give me a minute to warm up first." Dragonire said while engaging in some stretches.

"You! Don't even think about pulling more excuses, you motherfucker! Just one minute—no delays! If you're not ready this time, don't come crying when we attack," Branok growled, annoyance lacing every word.

Roland's friends and Yelena's party were visibly amused, finding Dragonire's antics hilariously testing the patience of the Demon Leaders. It was evident that the Demon Leaders were on the brink of bursting into anger at any moment.

The only reason they gave Dragonire special treatment was because they acknowledged Dragonire's strength, as they generally have deep respect for formidable players.

One minute later…

Just like that, the battle began.

"Hahaha! Today, we'll certainly uncover your weakness and put an end to you!" Branok declared.

"Kekeke! It's about time we find out your weakness!" Aldric proclaimed.

“Cool story, bro... Whatever makes you guys happy man…” Dragonire said.

Yesterday, the Demon Leaders dedicated their entire day targeting Dragonire's heart, brain, throat, kidneys, lungs, and more, but to no avail. However, today, they devised a new plan: what if they could obliterate Dragonire's entire body all at once? Perhaps that might work, they speculated.

A short while later…

“KEUK…!!!” Dragonire coughed out blood.

"Hahaha! Today, we're planning to kill you quickly so that we can start our next step right away." Aldric said with a sinister grin.

“Huh..? Next step…” Dragonire asked.

"Keke! Don't worry, just know you’ll never ever wake up again. Hahaha!" Branok jeered.

'They seem oddly confident today... I wonder what this next step they're talking about is?’ Dragonire pondered.

“Alright! Let’s do this, Branok!” Aldric said.

“Yup, let’s fucking go!” Branok replied.

Without mercy, they unleashed their full force and promptly killed Dragonire.

After killing Dragonire, they promptly butchered his body into numerous small pieces. Following that gruesome act, they retrieved a large pot of boiling water, and just like that, they began the cooking process.

“Hahaha! There’s no way he would come back to life now!” Aldric said with great confidence.

“Keke! Once the cooking is done, we'll feast on his body to ensure he stays in our stomachs forever! Hahaha!" Branok cackled maliciously.

PAA!!!

Branok and Aldric high-fived each other to celebrate.