Giving up. A storm's coming

Half of a year has passed since the group came to this world, Torei did his best but he quickly lagged behind everyone.

Even lazy people like Okura had reached level 80 and he was still only Lvl 20.

The reason for that was due to the professional condition of a thief. Haruki's [Party Exp Boots] allow experience sharing to be shared among the entire party, but the amount of experience is largely dependent on the level of their contribution.

No matter how hard Torei tried, his job hardly contributed to the group, his appearance was almost completely redundant.

His mentor Stukoff gained quite a bit of experience due to his contribution even though he was not part of the group, the amount of experience he received was still more than Torei.

Day by day Torei was getting more and more discouraged, and then he realized that even with increased levels, the combat capabilities of the Theft barely increase. Finally, he made a decision.

" I give up, sorry everyone. If I stay, I'll just get in your way." - Torei

" Torei …" - Shizu

" Hey Torei, don't give up so quickly. You must ..." - Okura

" Shut up, Okura." - Satsuki

" Aah yes!" - Okura

Torei looked at the scar on Shizu's hand, she wouldn't have it if he wasn't careless.

" Are you sure, Torei kun?" - Sarila

" I made my mind Sarila" - Torei

" Then I'll have someone prepare." - Sarila

He bowed and thanked Sarila.

" These are house papers, you will live in a different city. This should be enough money for you to live comfortably for a year. A year later I will visit you and give you more if you need it as long as you stay home. And this is the passport. I will send someone to guide you over the next few months and he will show you how to find a job and everything you need to know." - Sarila

Once again Torei bowed deeply. Sarila was a thoughtful person, he was extremely grateful that she always took care of everyone. Different from the gods in the story that he knew.

" Good luck to you, Torei."

" Take good care of your health, Torei."

" Yeah, I'll be looking forward to your news. When you defeat the demon lord, come back and pick me up! Good luck to you all!" - Torei

He brought his luggage and left the palace with his guide. Before stepping through the gate he stopped because a clear call came from behind.

" Torei wait!" - Shizu

Shizu placed a flat diamond-shaped object in his hand.

" This is?" - Torei

" It was called a Communication Tablet, a kind of phone in this world." - Shizu

" What? I didn't know this existed." - Torei

" That! It's because you never asked anyone about it, idiot!" - Shizu

" But don't like the look of this one." - Torei

" Just keep it! And remember to contact me to report your situation every week!" - Shizu

" Y-Yes!" - Torei

Torei grumbled for the Tablet and left quickly, not wanting to linger here too long.

Feelings of discomfort continuously surged in him. Even though he wanted to stay, he was just a burden, he knew that, but a suffocating feeling still filled his mind.

For the past half of a year, he had been standing on the sidelines. Seeing Shizu and Haruki laughing together, Torei couldn't help but feel uneasy.

During a year there were times when they had to go through life and death together and their relationship improved a lot. That word "together" made him unbearable, how could a gloomy friend like him compare to those who went through life and death? Was there even any chance for him?

No matter how long, Torei could only come back to a single conclusion, he was just an outsider, nothing more, nothing less.

The guide of Sarila took him to a house in the city center but halfway they disguise and secretly took him to another place that was the northern city of Agratha, Bobert.

During the past half of a year, there have been many words about him, there are many people who had itchy eyes and despise him.

Staying in the capital wouldn't be safe because many people might know his face. No matter how he was, he was still a member of the hero's party so his safety must be set high, it wouldn't be good if someone used him to threaten the group of heroes.

His whereabouts were only known to Sarila, the king, the guide, and if he had to report weekly, Shizu. Very few people would know where he lived.

" Torei sama, we arrived." - The maid

" Yes, thank you very much." - Torei

" Tsk Tsk what have we got here?" - ??

A tall, muscular, scarred-faced man stared at him. Torei began to worry whether this man was a robber.

" Is this the kid?" - The man asked

" That's right, Abert san. Please take good care of him, that's from Sarila sama." - The maid

" Huh, okay, 'grandma' paid it anyway." - Abert

The maid's face frowned and Torei was surprised. He wondered who this man was. He dared to call Sarila 'grandma'.

" I'm your guide." - Abert said

" What?" - Torei

" What is what? Have any problem with me?" - Abert

" N -No." - Torei

" Great! Get this luggage down quickly, we'll have a lot to do tomorrow!" - Abert

" What to do? I thought you just -" - Torei

[ Slam!]

He stomped his foot down to make a deep hole in the ground.

" No more problems, this is an order!" - Abert

" A—" - Torei

" Have fun, Torei sama." - The maid

" Wait a second—" - Torei

" Hurry up! Hey, this place won't house any sloth or slug." - Abert

" Isn't this my house?" - Torei

" Huhh? Who dared to tell you that?" - Abert

" N-No one." - Torei

And thus the months of Torei fatigue began.

In a place, 8,000 miles from Loliria, Mordox. In this dark realm, the sky was always dark. A multitude of creatures reside in it, they were bloodthirsty, warlike creatures.

The endless conflicts that arose in this place. There was not a single night here that was not full of warcries and the intense smell of fresh blood. However, this was not a wilderness, everything still had its order.

Sitting on a throne made of the bones of a giant dragon, two long growing red horns symbolized the leading race of Mordox, the Daeric race. The representative of the demon race, the 12th demon king Belmonth, held a giant halberd. A headless corpse of a demon fell down nearby.

" Sorry, my eternal servant Erna."

Belmonth bowed to the body of the demon named Erna, the name of one of the four most powerful demons under Belmonth, who had followed him for five hundred years.

" If there is still any objection, I will not deny Mordox's supreme law." - Belmonth

" We wouldn't dare great Belmonth, your highness will is our will. Your decision is absolute."

The demons there were all Belmonth's close servants. Most of them put all their faith and life into him. Yes, just "most". Chewing teeth, some dissatisfied sounds still crept through the palace but Belmonth did not care about them.

If it was fifty years ago he would immediately find and kill anyone who protested but now he was not that person anymore.

Belmonth thoughtfully sits on the throne, holding his right hand, an extremely beautiful girl with fiery red hair. Although on her head were two long red horns, her skin was no different from a human's. The Royal Princess of the Demon race, Thelsea, was a half-demon.

" How's the hero's group situation?" - Belmonth

" Their average level is 100 and they have broken through most Blessing and Special Skills." - Thelsea

" Hmm, that was pretty good. By the way, Thelsea, do they already know who you are?" - Belmonth

" They know I'm not human, but I haven't said anything yet." - Thelsea

" This is still not the time, when the time comes I will tell you." - Belmonth

" Yes. But father…" - Thelsea

" What is it?" - Belmonth

" Haruki kun is a good person, I don't think he will able to…" - Thelsea

" Don't worry about it, I'm sure he'll know what to do. His eyes showed me that." - Belmonth

" Father…" - Thelsea

" This persistent loop must come to an end." - Belmonth said in a low voice

Suddenly thunders echoed across the sky, and a light beam beat down the palace, its shock waves caused many demons here paralyzed on the spot. A huge old man appeared, his skin was dark blue covered with scars, and his body was covered in sparks of lightning.

" Zes, what happened?" - Belmonth

" Belmonth in ten days Ragna'll wake up." - Zes

Fear spread across the demons' faces. The Tyrant Ragna was one of Modox's ten great demons, it was one of the oldest demons that no creatures would not tremble from hearing its name. Whenever Ragna wakes up, both humans and demons would fall into a massacre.

" Is this because of her?" - Belmonth

" Why don't you ask her yourself Belmonth, it's your wife after all." - Zes

" Zes, that's a nice joke." - Belmonth

" [Chuckles] forgive this old man's tasteless joke." - Zes

Zes, one of the ten great demons, the king of the sky, was one of Belmonth's closest friends.

" We shall take care of that, don't worry. More importantly, Mors, has he accepted our offer?" - Belmonth

" I'm afraid, that guy will become one of our enemies in the upcoming battle." - Zes

" Is that so, there's no other way, so this gonna be 4 vs 4." - Belmonth

" Belmonth, can you really kill her?" - Zes

" Honestly about that, I have no idea. But I don't think we will have to face her in this battle." - Belmonth

" I hope so." - Zes

" Is she gonna do something about the group of heroes?" - Zes

" She tried and failed. I believe the hero won't fall so easily." - Belmonth

" For Mordox's future!" - Zes

" For Mordox's future." - Belmonth

As Belmonth and Zes chatted, a giant black shadow flew out of Mordox.