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The woman hadn't spoken a single word since they stepped foot into this world. She was almost like a fly on the wall.
She had thought that she was supposed to be Sylas' insurance here that she would be the one to fight the Minotaur King to settle things. She had been convinced that her slavery was the only reason Sylas had taken her in.
Little did she know that Sylas wasn't such a person.
Sylas didn't feel that he was above such an action. But if he didn't need to use soone else, he wouldn't.
As far as he was concerned, soone stupid enough to be caught beneath his thumb was likewise far less competent than himself. If they could fall so easily, then any problems that they would deem to be problems if they were in his shoes... wouldn't by default also be problems for him.
What others saw as problems, he saw as clearly solvable.
She wasn't here to help him. She was here as an information sieve and to witness.
Witness what would happen if she still harbored thoughts of betraying him in the future.
Sylas took Cassarae's hand and stepped forward. In an instant, he flashed forward, appearing before the kneeling Minotaur King. The latter seed to be struggling, but no matter how hard he did, invisible chains wrapped around him so tightly he could hardly move at all.
Sylas was about to say sothing when his gaze flickered. He looked over toward Cassarae, who stood there just fine.
"You don't feel dizzy?"
Cassarae blinked. "No?"
Sylas' eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything more. That was odd. On the way here, through the forest, she looked like she was about to throw up several tis.
This teleportation was even more shaky than before because they were in the Demon World, and manipulating the Runes here was very different. The fact Sylas could teleport at all on first entry was nothing short of ridiculous.
Yet, she was fine.
Truly odd.
[Minotaur King (???)]
[Level: 121]
[Physical: 2,171,389]
[ntal: 2,001,777]
[Will: 3,388,799]
Sylas saw through the stats of the Minotaur King and couldn't help but feel quite interested. That was the highest Will he had ever personally seen. He wondered if that was a coincidence or not.
However, seeing the na, he knew that he was more than on the right track about his previous thoughts.
The nas of Demons-they were exceptionally powerful. Knowing the na of a Demon was the equivalent of controlling them.
"Minotaur King" wasn't a na. It was a shield.
In the Real World, the suppression on Demons was so great that hiding their True Nas was basically not an option. If you wanted to use an army of Demons in the Real World,
it would be like supplying their necks to a chopping block.
But Sylas had noticed sothing interesting long ago.
The spawned Demons in encampnts and cities had nas-real nas. He could still rember the nas of the Gnolls that he had once helped Castle Main survive even
now.
But those weren't real Demons. They were creatures spawned by the system, replicas almost as though to test whether they were worthy enough to join the fight against the Demon World should it co.
Sylas' thoughts also couldn't help but flicker toward Gogo...
Gogo was very much real, but his True Na was hidden. The system saw him as "Basilisk King." That was what he ca up as, even though they both knew his True Na now-even though neither could fully pronounce it.
Did that an that Gogo was a Demon?
Maybe... No, Sylas didn't think so. It was just another branch of his erratic thoughts.
How had Gogo ended up in a Dungeon to begin with? What separated soone like Gogo from the random spawns of the system?
Sylas was beginning to realize that these nas were almost like tags, a little warning to let you know that you were facing off against a real threat, one that truly ca from the Demon World.
But how did all of this tie in?
Masquerade.
That na was like a beacon to Sylas in the dark. When he saw a human nad Masquerade all those months ago, when he was trying to hunt down Professor Fembroise, he had found it all so very odd. There was no way soone's parents nad them Masquerade-no last na, no middle na, barely a first na.
But that was when it clicked for him.
If
you wanted to use an army of Demons in the Real World, if you couldn't find a way to hide their nas, it would be like sending them off to their deaths.
Every one of these puzzle pieces was unique in the way it fit in, so cleverly slotted that it would have practically been impossible for anyone else to put it together after the fact.
Maybe only those present for the start of the plan would understand it all so thoroughly. But that also ant sothing else.
The Minotaur King grabbed his head, screaming in pain as blood vessels burst from his eyes.
[Ba'ruk-Thael Mornach'zul Kargathan (DDD )]
[Level: 121]
[Physical: 20,171,389]
[ntal: 20,001,777]
[Will: 30,388,799]
Sylas' lips parted, and he spoke out the na. Every syllable shook the world, sending Demonic Aether churning.
The Demonic Aether reford itself into Runes, and these Runes drilled themselves into Ba'ruk's ears, and then his eyes, and then his nose and mouth. It looked almost as though the tadpole-like scribbles were simply trying to find any and every way into the enormous Minotaur King's body.
Sylas saw the minotaur's stats increase once more by a factor of ten, but he didn't even flinch in the slightest.
It was instead the woman to the side that felt like she was trapped in an illusion of her own creation.
This Sylas Grimblade...
Just who had Earth birthed, exactly?
This feeling of smallness, of inadequacy... she had only felt it in front of those people, in front of those Professors that didn't have to walk around on the edge of humanity like the rest of them did... Just who was this man?
Decades of planning... decades that were, in effect, millions upon millions of years to the people of Earth.
Sylas was ant to be nothing more than a blip in that span of ti.
'It's all over...' she thought.
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