You Have No Right
Crystal Hall.
The panoramic view of the Demon King's Castle floating in the air.
The players felt a strange sense of familiarity with Hoyeol's magic.
"……But doesn't it kinda feel like a movie theater?"
"Kinda, but it looks straight on from every angle."
"In simple terms, it's like magic streaming a live broadcast……?"
But not for the Arcana natives.
To them, it was the manifestation of the enemy in the Holy War—the Demon King.
It wasn't a situation to laugh in, yet.
"Haha……."
A hollow laugh escaped.
It couldn't be helped.
The true value of this seemingly simple magic.
Marcelo could see it clearly.
An interference process so complex it bordered on pedantry.
Maintaining the manifestation from afar alone would consume tremendous mana.
Yet the floating view shifted every moment.
Each shift meant repeating the processes of detection, interference, and manifestation.
'To be called a chief mage alongside him shames me.'
Even Marcelo was left in awe.
No need to describe the reactions of the senior, skilled mages.
But that was just the beginning.
The purpose of leaving the tower.
The outdoor demonstration to aid understanding of Reversal Magic was only now starting.
Bensy whispered cautiously.
"Doesn't that building look precarious, Senior Banggrit?"
"Yes, it certainly does."
"Not just with fire magic—even if we threw any of the twenty magics at it……."
No magic could perfectly protect the crumbling building.
Even if it prevented collapse, no magic in the Mage Tower could delicately shield the people inside.
But what if it wasn't existing magic, but new magic?
Soon, the view shifted to Hoyeol.
As the jacket draped over his shoulders fluttered, mana radiated around him.
Then, everything reversed.
The collapsing building stood upright, of course.
"Wh-what is that? That magic!"
"No way, is that the Reversal Magic you mentioned……?"
"Wait, it's not just standing straight again. The shattered windows, the crumbled outer walls—they're restoring to original. Like nothing ever happened……!"
"The lights that went out are coming back on!"
The hearts of all watching.
A quiet shock rippled through the Crystal Hall.
No more worries remained.
With the Holy War Alliance mobilized and even Hoyeol joining, a mere Demon King couldn't stand against them.
"It's absurd."
"How many interference processes happened in an instant?"
"I couldn't replicate it, but……."
"Still, I get the concept now."
Yes.
The flowing shock was solely from the demonstration of Reversal Magic.
Chief mages, seniors, skilled mages, apprentices.
All the Mage Tower's mages were immersed in the afterglow of the lecture.
Only one cat.
The Tower Master harbored different emotions.
Its tail bristled tensely.
'……Claudy.'
Question marks flooded the Tower Master's mind.
While I was trapped in that pointed hat.
What had happened on the Arcana Continent?
How dare that name emerge from a demon's mouth?
How could a mere demon unearth a past no one should touch……?
The Tower Master shuddered.
'Regardless. How pathetically obsessed you are, demon.'
*
The main gate opened.
A great army poured from the Demon King's Castle.
The building restored by Reversal Magic.
Even the last survivors had safely evacuated.
Yes, now the true Holy War began.
Harcon spoke in a resolute voice.
"Grand Commander, please give the order."
……You draw a clear line between public and private, Harcon!
Anyway, I was the Grand Commander of the Holy War Alliance.
In official capacity, he called me Sir Hoyeol—no informal address allowed.
Of course, hearing it made me want to die of embarrassment!
Clack—
But such overly gracious treatment.
Grandfell shamelessly reveled in the pomp.
Naturally, I advanced to the forefront without hesitation.
Declaring calmly.
"The Demon King is mine."
Truthfully, my honest desire was.
To just unleash magic and obliterate the Demon King's Castle and King in one go.
With my combat power multiplied several times by the Natural Enemy effect, I was confident even in manifesting ultra-high magic like Meteor Strike.
But.
"All else, I leave to you."
As I said, I was aware.
Of my position as Grand Commander of the Holy War Alliance.
Assessing allies' abilities, building trust, gaining real combat experience—that was also a commander's duty.
'……Why does work never end, wherever I go?'
A sigh nearly escaped, but I held it back.
Moreover, there was a more important reason.
I couldn't just blast it away recklessly.
'Claudy.'
My name…… no, that name.
Where and how did it learn it?
I had to interrogate relentlessly!
I usually avoided conversing with demons.
But this was an exception.
My life and honor were at stake.
"We obey."
Clang—
"All units, prepare to charge!"
As Harcon raised his sword and shouted, the Alliance's morale soared.
Watching them, I thought.
At least our efforts weren't in vain.
'Compared to before.'
The biggest reason players were helpless against demons was status ailments.
Fear was the most vicious among them.
Yet no fear showed on the players before the Demon King.
Yes.
An emotion that rendered even fear colorless.
It burned in their hearts.
Due to the effect of Sublime, a small change occurs.
"Now is the moment to prove our pride!"
Yes, pride.
I realized anew.
You've dyed them all in the end, Grandfell.
'In that sense, they bear heavy responsibility.'
I manifested a portal without delay.
Coordinates: right in front of the Demon King's Castle master, Demon King Andras's beak.
How could I pinpoint exact coordinates?
By shoving my class in your face.
Demon Hunter
Not because I knew the coordinates.
I simply followed the scent.
The scent of the prey that brazenly blabbed my dark history.
I stepped into the manifested portal.
Time to pay, Andras.
.
Demon King Andras.
Andras gazed at the unfamiliar landscape.
The owl beak moved.
"Unbelievable, Gluttony."
Neither Arcana Continent nor Demon Realm.
A completely different world unknown to him.
He could guess.
"Has this seat been caught in a rift?"
Just as the Zero Mountains vanished from the Arcana Continent overnight, he and the Demon King's Castle must have been swept into a rift.
Hadn't he realized after Akkshan's revival that nothing was absolute?
If mere coincidence, he'd accept it easily.
The unexpected always happens.
But this wasn't coincidence.
"Claudy……."
The name Gluttony had revealed.
The moment he uttered it.
The moment he unearthed the past.
His view flipped.
Andras realized.
What past tied to that name could cause such ripples just by mention?
"Something inexpressible is entangled."
The owl head twisted at a right angle.
"Thus, it must be truth."
If he faced Claudy's truth and survived.
He could gain power rivaling the Ten Thrones.
Andras rose from the throne.
"This seat is confident."
The 63rd Demon King.
But rank was just a number.
As he'd told Gluttony, he'd reached his limit.
In other words, maximum strength.
The reason was simple.
As he'd said.
He'd piled corpses into mountains, let blood flow rivers.
Proof was facing Gluttony.
Past him couldn't speak properly before Gluttony.
Now, he could bargain.
Equal to the world's Gluttony.
'And if I survive.'
Andras's pupils gleamed.
He could seize power to slaughter that insolent Gluttony.
Andras smiled slyly.
"Rampage. Shout. Unearth the past."
Claudy.
Burn desire toward that name.
My soldiers.
"I shall lead you."
As Andras gripped his mace to step forward.
Whoooosh—
A shimmer of light rippled in the air.
Undoubtedly mana.
The owl head twisted at a right angle again.
"Curious."
Did this world have mana too?
Or another from Arcana Continent like him?
No matter.
Appearing before this seat meant business.
Andras opened his beak.
"What is your name?"
No answer.
"!"
But he realized.
Shiver—
His owl feathers instinctively bristled.
'……What is this?'
A sensation unknown in Demon Realm or Arcana Continent.
Andras felt dissonance.
Wise owl that he was, he recognized it.
The alien sensation was fear.
'This seat kept composure before Gluttony.'
Yet trembling in fear……?
Andras realized.
Only one could instill fear in him.
"……Demon Hunter."
Undoubtedly Akkshan's last survivor.
Andras immediately raised his mace.
Recalling his desire.
'This seat's goal is Claudy.'
No means barred to reach it.
Andras, I am the Demon King of Strife.
None rival me in discord and incitement.
Andras shouted.
"Foolish, Akkshan's last survivor. Charging to hunt this seat outright. Even if you hunt me, this battle is my victory."
Demon King's Castle main gate opened long ago.
Orders to his demon legion commanders to advance.
By now, massacring the vicinity.
Moreover, demon legion commanders and all demons.
Chanting Claudy.
"Don't you hear it too?"
Claudy— even now, faint roars echoed.
Andras resolved to endure.
Uttering Claudy reached another world.
Another upheaval was coming soon.
'Why?'
Yet strange.
Akkshan's last survivor should react somehow, yet silent.
Soon, an eerie silence enveloped the Demon King's Castle…….
'……Silence?'
No, impossible.
Hadn't he just said?
His soldiers would chant Claudy.
Unearth the past.
Yet why.
Silence.
No voices.
'Seventy thousand strong.'
All elite survivors of countless battles.
Facing an enemy even they couldn't handle?
No, even then, it didn't make sense.
No screams.
Yes.
As if all mouths sealed.
Gulp—
As Andras unwittingly swallowed dryly.
Akkshan's last survivor spoke.
A cold voice resounded.
"I have no intent to speak of decorum to inferior kin."
"……?"
"For you lack even the qualification to learn."
……What nonsense suddenly?
Andras pondered, rolling his eyes.
Then realized.
'I see. This seat was interrupting.'
What, unknown.
But a clear opportunity.
Room for talk.
As Andras opened his beak.
"Yet that does not mean I shall tolerate it."
"……!"
Andras's beak froze.
Not from the words.
He clutched his throat.
No voice emerged.
Then he understood.
Why the Demon King's Castle fell silent suddenly.
'Snatched seventy thousand voices in an instant……?'
His doing.
The moment he realized, he witnessed.
Akkshan's last survivor.
The alien aura emanating from him.
And was horrified.
"!"
What was that?
An aura choking even a Demon King……?
Darkness that seemed to erode just by gazing.
All negative energy amassed as Demon King.
Before that bottomless darkness, mere grains of desert sand.
But shock was just beginning.
Akkshan's last survivor.
Andras realized from Hoyeol's following words.
"I did not permit it."
"……?"
"Dare not utter that name lightly."
"……!"
"Mongrel."
……Did not permit?
'N-no, no way……!!'
Wise owl as he was, he realized.
Akkshan's last survivor.
Was Claudy himself……!
.
From the look, he seems to have figured it out?
Pity, then.
One thing I won't let slip to anyone—that truth!
So.
"From this moment, execution begins."
No thoughts of returning alive, Demon King.