An offer (part 2)

"Damien, would you like to join us, the Demon Lords?" Guy asked, holding Damien's hand with a wide grin on his face, revealing his sharp canines.

Damien gazed at Guy, who had a serious look in his eyes. It was the first time he had seen Guy Crimson show such seriousness. However, Damien tightened his grip on Guy's hand and responded.

"What would I gain from becoming a 'Demon Lord,' and why should I join you?" Damien asked, his eyes devoid of emotion. He didn't want to appear weak. Although he was weak in front of Guy Crimson, he wouldn't accept it so easily.

"There was never an option," Guy's smirk widened as he sensed Damien's resistance. His starry eyes stared unwaveringly at Damien, who returned the gaze with emotionless eyes.

"HoH?" Guy's grin grew wider as he began emanating his magicules, intimidating Damien further. However, Damien didn't falter and started releasing his own Mana.

"Are those two about to fight? BWAHAHAHA! Show him, my rival, your power," Milim exclaimed, eagerly watching the impending clash. She longed to witness the strength of Guy's rival. But--

"Hey, guys, let's stop," Ramiris interjected, wearing an unusually serious expression. It seemed she had had enough for today.

Both Guy and Damien ceased their efforts but maintained their grip on each other's hands. Guy's face still bore a wide grin, clearly enjoying the outcome.

"Sigh, Damien. I know why you're cautious of us and questioning our offer, right?" Ramiris inquired, receiving a nod from Damien, who had ended his staring contest with Guy and now focused on Ramiris.

"The thing is, we are actually the good guys, trying to defend this world from those Angels you killed today. This is known as 'The Great Tenma War,' an event that occurs approximately every 500 years..." Damien simply observed Ramiris as she explained the recent events. Although he already knew everything, he didn't reveal his knowledge. It would be strange for them to know that he possessed such understanding. Little did they know, they were mistaken.

"And... that's it huff huff," Ramiris concluded her explanation, panting from her extended monologue. However, when she looked up to gauge Damien's reaction, she was dumbfounded. Damien completely ignored her and engaged in an arm wrestling match with Guy, while Milim's clothes transformed into a referee's uniform. She observed the match intently, commentating on the proceedings.

"And... Guy has the upper hand!" Ramiris exclaimed, seething with anger at the sight. She had spent all that time explaining everything, and Damien was simply ignoring her, engrossed in the wrestling match with Guy. It was a blatant display of disrespect. "HEY, DID YOU LISTEN TO ANYTHING?"

"Grrr." To her surprise, they both continued wrestling, and Damien was starting to be pushed to the edge by Guy Crimson. The Shadow Army cheered Damien on from their shadows as he fought on. A bead of sweat trickled down Damien's forehead, while Guy appeared completely unfazed. Milim maintained a serious expression, her own face glistening with sweat from the intensity of the match.

"Guy has pushed Damien back a bit! Is this the end of my rival? Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball-Z," Milim announced, unable to contain her excitement.

"Sigh, I want to go home," Ramiris sighed, flopping onto the ground with a tired expression. She had had enough for the day; all she wanted was to return to her cave and rest.

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While this spectacle unfolded on one side of the world, on the other side, a blond man sat upon a golden throne. His dominating red eyes surveyed the entire world. Disheveled blond hair fell to his forehead. With one hand resting on the throne's armrest and the other supporting his chin, he gazed ahead, wearing a wide smirk.

"It seems Guy has won the first game. Well, it's not the last one, and he has recruited another powerful ally. Hmm, that boy is interesting," the man commented, his red eyes gleaming with interest.

"Heh, one more ant won't disrupt our plan," a woman remarked, standing beside the man on the throne. She possessed azure blue hair styled in twin buns, adorned with black ribbons, and her deep gold eyes radiated superiority over others. She wore a dark-colored Chinese dress with a thigh-high slit on the right side, boldly displaying her shapely thigh. Her dress featured a golden dragon motif, and she accessorized with white long gloves and thigh-length boots, both embellished with gold ornaments. She was none other than one of the Four True Dragons, the Scorch Dragon, Velgrynd, sister of the creator Veldnava and lover of Rudra Nam Ul-Nasca, the King of the Eastern Empire.

"Indeed, it won't affect our plan. He is just another bug to be crushed," the blond man replied, his face revealing a bored expression.

He was none other than the King of the Eastern Empire, Rudra Nam Ul-Nasca, or Rudra for short. He currently held the title of the most powerful hero in existence, the first hero and a disciple of the Creator himself. He possessed one of the most formidable skills capable of commanding the heavens, the <<Ultimate Skill: Justice King Michael>>. He was said to be the rival of Guy Crimson, the strongest Demon Lord to have ever existed. However, the skill he possessed was a double-edged sword that threatened to consume him, weakening him with each passing day.

"Damrada, have you found anyone capable of killing me?" Rudra inquired, addressing the middle-aged man standing behind him.

"No, Lord. The search is still ongoing," the middle-aged man bowed and replied to Rudra.

This man had blond hair and a goatee, his long hair tied into a low ponytail that trailed down his back. He donned an exquisite black eastern-style suit adorned with golden embroideries depicting three tiger heads. His eyes exuded coldness and a calculating gaze. He was none other than Damrada, the Prime Minister of the Nasca Kingdom and a close friend of Rudra. In the east, he was hailed as the Fist Saint. Currently, he was actively seeking an individual capable of killing Rudra in case he lost control over Michael.

Hearing Damrada's response, Rudra sighed and turned his gaze to the blue-haired woman by his side, locking eyes with her. "Velgrynd, remember. If I ever lose control over Michael, you must kill me without hesitation. But first, I want you to handle a matter for me. Eliminate that boy whom Guy just recruited. I don't know why, but I have a foreboding feeling about that human. Is he even human? I'm not sure."

Velgrynd glanced at Rudra and nodded, a smile gracing her face. Finally, she could engage in battle, even if the opponent was weaker than her. Her sole desire was to please Rudra. "Understood."

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