Fake Death

The foundation of magic is a mysterious and complex structure. No one knows where it actually is from nor does anyone knows how it came to be. How the first Adventurers created the Adventurer system, how they could read an individual's stats into their system, and many more things.

But one thing was absolute when it comes to magic.

The strongest reigns over all the others.

Everyone held their breaths in shock, seeing the demon who was the strongest person in their group lose his arms in a blink of an eye. Irus himself had his face frozen in disbelief.

"You talk too much, but you're nothing," DuDu said. He raised his hand and slammed it right into Irus's back, shooting the demon straight to the ground with in a giant crash.

"Irus!" Elliot yelled. He immediately went over to the crash site, his eyes widen when he saw Irus there, lifeless. "Irus, no!"

"If you'll excuse me," DuDu said. "I have maidens to absorb."