Alex was incredibly angry.

This guy truly looked down on them.

How could someone with such power still exist?

An enigma that's too difficult to answer.

In this world now, no one should have reached level 900 or above.

Not even 800.

Demons of great power are not born in every era.

There must be some event that ignites their emergence.

For example, the Era of Demons in the past, which all began with an ambitious Hero.

He wanted power. He wanted to stand above all.

So even though he had enough strength to destroy the Demon King, he let the Demon King live.

This led to countless consequences.

The Demon King, who was not killed, continued to gather troops and increased the strength of the dark forces behind him.

By the time that Hero reached the pinnacle, everything was too late.

Twelve Demon Kings existed at that time.

Death was inevitable for that foolish Hero.

And then the world had to face twelve Demon Kings tearing it apart.

This marked the beginning of the Era of Demons.

Reaching the ultimate realm, capable of challenging the Heavenly Path, is exceedingly difficult and requires meeting numerous conditions.That's why, unless something truly extraordinary happens, very few of those levels exist.

In the current era, no one measures up to that.

The Immortal Blade is an exception. But since the time he reached the summit of the Heavenly Path, he has hardly been present in this world.

At least that's what the Knights of the Far Lands have been told.

If too many level 999s existed, this world would likely be unable to contain them.

Even a battle between two at level 999 could lead to the world's destruction.

"You... who are you really?" Alex asked.

In truth, The Villain has been an enigma throughout history.

No one knows who he is, but in almost every significant historical event, there are traces of him.

A being intertwined with time itself.

His existence has lasted longer than the presence of the Knights of the Far Lands in the history of the First World.

Schurke smiled.

“Who am I?”

He shook his head.

“Don't ask that way; you don't really want to know who I am.”

His eyes widened.

“What you truly want to know is what I am.”

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The fire enveloping Unholda Kaiser continues to spread relentlessly.

This fire continuously harms him, yet it also serves as his protection.

This fire... is truly perplexing.

Because it is a fragment.

Its impact on the NPCs and this world is chaotic.

Like every attack, the damage from the NPCs up until now.

No one has been able to harm him.

Because he is covered by the fire formed from the "Fragment of the Old World."

But logically, he should also be destroyed by the rejection of the fragment and what has been created in this world.

But now, the pain is slowly receding from Unholda Kaiser's body.

At this moment, what he sees are countless anomalies.

Countless images flood his mind.

What is this?

He asked himself.

These are not his memories.

That fire has infiltrated his armor, burning the mind of Unholda Kaiser.

His body constantly regenerates, preventing his life force from dropping below 20%.

But his brain is currently being incinerated by that fire.

Burning the brain to construct a new one.Carrying with him countless memories that aren't his.

He feels light.

Very light.

His body is lighter than it has been in hundreds of years.

What is this feeling?

His brain is being cleansed.

.

.

.

"Demon King! Meet your end! This is the finale."

What?

That voice.

An image surfaces in his mind.

This memory, it belongs to him.

When he was the Demon King.

That Hero is facing him.

In his hand is the sword that pierced his body, sealing him in the Tomb of the Demon God.

This was the final battle between him and the Hero back then.

Saint Hero George."The Demon King has been defeated! The world is at peace!"

Cheers echoed through the city's streets.

This... is not something he should be able to hear.

He had died at the Tomb of the Demon God.

But why, why does he possess the memory of this?

George stood before the king, receiving the well-deserved reward for his feats.

George married the princess and became the Emperor of the King's Mark.

But after that.

After that...?

Step by step, George expanded his power.

At this point, the King's Mark had ruled nearly all of the First World.

Every force that opposed him was defeated.

Ultimately, he reached a place he should not have gone."A Hero, ultimately becoming an invader?"

This voice... Unholda Kaiser had heard it before.

In front of him, in this dreamlike memory, stood the figure of a woman wearing a black veil.

There was no mistaking it, it was her.

The Heavenly Demon In Black.

Facing the legions of the King's Seal Faction.

"Heavenly Demon In Black, there's no need for rivers of blood. If the Society In Black agrees to surrender and join the King's Seal Faction, everything will end here."

George, now showing signs of age, had specks of gray mixed in with his black beard.

The Heavenly Demon In Black merely smiled.

"The world thought the Demon King had been vanquished, yet, another Demon King now rules over all."

George looked at her, as if he understood, and smiled.

"So, what is your decision? I truly don't wish to harm you."

"Your beauty, it truly befits an Emperor like me."

"You are not worthy," the Heavenly Demon In Black shook her head.

"Two-faced, deceitful, fooling the entire world."

George glanced at her.

Then he burst into laughter.

The laughter grew and grew.

Like madness, like lunacy.

Even the legion behind him was taken aback.

"No wonder you are the Heavenly Demon In Black, you can truly see through everything?"

"A farce."Why wouldn't you recognize it?" The Heavenly Demon In Black chuckled.

"So, what is your decision?"

"You are not worthy."

"So it is."

. . .

The following scene showed an army led by Emperor George charging forward.

Facing the solitary figure of the Heavenly Demon In Black.

Suddenly, a flash of anger surged within Unholda's mind.

"Provoking her was the greatest mistake of your life."

. . .

Immediately after, in the next memory, Unholda Kaiser saw himself crawling out from beneath the rubble.

It was raining.

Thunder roared, illuminating the desolate graveyard.

A powerful hand with pale skin emerged from the ground and pulled itself up.

"That bitch...! That bitch...! Unforgivable!!! Unforgivable!!!"

"Who do you think you are? You cannot reach the Heavenly Path!!!"

"That bitch...!!!!!"

"It is I... It is I...! It is I!!!"

"I am the one who will reach the Heavenly Path! Pave the way for the Demonic Path!!!!"

"It is I...!!!!"

"I AM THE DEMON KING!!!"

Unholda Kaiser jolted awake.

The body just crawled up from the grave.It was George.

At this moment, his body was riddled with wounds.

The tombstone was still clearly inscribed.

【The Deceiver of the World】

【Demon King George】

【Killed By The Heavenly Demon In Black.】

A huge hole where the heart should have been, revealing clear visibility through to the other side.

What is this?

This memory?

Unholda Kaiser felt somewhat overwhelmed by these memories.

The Demon King, wasn't him?

What does this mean?

【The Demon King began to feel something was amiss, he started to retract his blessing.】

【The Demon King's Blessing is about to lose its effect.】

What?

Unholda Kaiser looked at himself.

Life force was gradually depleting.

The blessing losing its effect?

Just a blessing?

He... Wasn't the Demon King...?

Truly not the Demon King?

Then...Who is he?

The body started to be gradually consumed by that flame.

Am I... going to die?