Crimson

His raised fist in the air is frozen. His body is also stiff. It was only his eyes actively looking around in alarm. When Kyra finally looked up, her face was the same as before, but the silent, infuriated expression was gone without a trace, as if it wasn't there moments ago.

Crimson shot an inquiring glance at Violet, who glanced at Kyra uncomfortably. The Demon King refused to look at his son. The other Twelve Demon also smartly avoided the Prince's gaze. They were silently rejoicing that he was the 2nd champion... but based on what they had seen today, it was obvious the 1st was the most powerful.

It's better not to offend the 1st champion at the moment.

"Fuck! Father, why aren't you helping me?! What the fuck is going on?!" Crimson's scarlet eyes glared at Kyra.

"It's you, isn't it?! What the fuck did you do to me? Why can't I move?!"

Kyra chose to smartly ignore him and stared at the hole in the sky.

"The Horn of Bael is obtained." She raised it in the air. All the demons were curious why she repeated those words. When the hole showered their location with light, the horn of Bael began to disappear in the cloud of black dust.

"Fuck! Don't you dare steal our heirloom, you fucker! Return it back! That's ours! " Crimson protested indignantly.

The Twelve Dukes:... Has the Prince always been this noisy?

They can't remember a time when they encountered Crimson cussing and blabbing his mouth dry. They always see him as the ruthless, impeccable, and domineering psycho who is obsessed with blood. He usually doesn't speak much. Just smiling on the side with a hint of a malicious smile.

Then what caused this change in him to be a cussing, babbling mouth? His revival as a champion? The sudden realization garnered dark expressions on their faces, especially the Demon King.

Crimson did not notice their faces and said indignantly. "You fucking useless cows! Get your butt out here and help me! Are you letting her take the Horn of Bael that easily?!"

Seeing that no one listened to him, Crimson's face turned red in anger. "Fuck!! Why can't I get out?!"

Kyra waited for the voice instruction on where to proceed next. However, she became irritated when Crimson repeatedly spit the word "fuck" as if it were the only cuss word he knew.

"Why can't I fucking get out?! You fucking wench, let me go! This fucking position is fucking tiring! "

Kyra exercised restraint and breathed deeply as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the next instruction she was waiting for finally arrived.

"The Tower has bestowed its task. First champion Kyra Burkhardt and second champion Crimson Silverdale are asked to embark on a journey into the Beast Realm and search for the Half Peak Mountain to obtain the Fang of Baltrux. "

The Twelve Dukes are really curious about the point of these tasks. Why is the Tower picking on the treasured artifacts left by the first ancestors? It was the Horn of Bael for them, now it's the Fang of Baltrux?

The Twelve Dukes can already picture the hard road Kyra and Crimson will set foot soon, and the numerous enemies they will attract. Beasts, in contrast to the fast-adapting, non-bearing grudge demons, are idiots, simpleminded, and rely on physical brute force.

They flex those explosive muscles and think through it. They will not listen to reason nor accept being in a lower position for the sake of their future. They are typically that horde of idiotic warriors who will charge mindlessly with their self-personified morals without considering any battle strategy to win. In the end, they all die. End of story.

If the Tower could have sprinkled those annoying muscleheads some intelligence, they would have prospered long ago.

But the demons are not in the position to refute this.

After Crimson heard what the Tower said, he immediately stiffened in alarm.

"The fuck?! What was that? Is that voice the perpetrator's ordering you around? What? Are you currently being manipulated by it? The fuck?! I thought you were so strong, yet you're still a weakling! If it was me, I wouldn't fall into control of anyone else -"

Before Crimson could say anything further, Kyra interrupted him.

"Raise your two hands."

Crimson was pale in horror as he found his arms shooting upwards.

"Hop three times."

He hopped three times.

"Twirl three times."

He twirled three times. His face was getting paler by the minute as the sudden realization struck him.

"When I ask you a question, you must only answer with the word 'toilet poop'." Crimson's eyes glared at Kyra. His face is red, with his lips trembling in anger at the sudden humiliation.

"What's your name?"

"Toilet poop."

"What did you eat?"

"Toilet poop."

"Where do you live?"

"Toilet poop."

"What's your favorite drink?"

"Toilet poop."

Kyra did not ask again for Crimson's relief. But his integrity is already lost. The Demon King has actively disappeared after that ordeal, not bothering to help his son in his current situation. Meanwhile, the Twelve Dukes are struggling to keep a straight face. Out of respect, they passively refused to meet his gaze.

But the next words from Kyra almost broke their straight faces.

"Clearly, you were controlled by me. Who's the weakling now?"

Although her voice is devoid of emotions, it has a devastating effect, especially on Crimson's ego. In a split second, he could have sworn he saw Violet's eyes sparkling, but the next they resumed the blank serious look. When Crimson finally caught Violet's eyes, he saw a hint of gibed before Violet lowered his head to hide it. The others did the same.

"The fuck?! Violet, now you're betraying me! Traitor! Liar! I thought you were loyal to me! Verdant, not you too! "

It's not betrayal. The Twelve Dukes were at a loss at first. Seeing the unbelievable changes in their Prince. But as they studied, they soon found out his attitude was the same as when he was still a child. Willful and stubborn, throwing curses at anyone he dislikes.

What about his power? Was it upgraded and invincible like Kyra?