"Take it, it's a gift." Ethan said simply with a simple smile while throwing the black necklace toward the golden spear.

The golden spear recoiled in fear as it started to exit Seravax's chest, trying desperately to flee.

But it was already too late—the necklace instantly latched onto it, its shape twisting and morphing into a ring made of black and red chains that wrapped around the spear, binding it tightly.

The moment it did, a deep, primal sense of horror coursed through the weapon as it trembled violently, so violently in fact, that the space itself began to shake.

The sky cracked apart, the lush green field Ethan had created crumbled and warped from the power the spear released—all of it resisting, raging, howling in defiance of the binding—but, Original content can be found at novelFɪre.net

"It's useless." Ethan said coldly, his black and white eyes glowing like an eternal river of yin and yang.

He stepped forward, closing the distance with ease, and the moment he did—

CLICK—!

A soft click echoed through the space, and instantly, the spear stopped moving.

Calm. Still. Submissive.

The binding was complete. Both Ethan and the spear could feel it.

For Ethan, it was absolute authority. The power to do whatever he wanted with this divine weapon.

For the spear, it was the realization that no matter what it wished, it could never disobey a command from this human.

"H-How dare you…?" a voice echoed through the entire space, snapping Airi's focus back onto the spear, her eyes narrowing.

Ethan recognized that voice immediately, it was the same voice that had nearly killed him.

The voice of the spear's will.

Feminine, sensual, laced with beauty—but also ancient. Very, very ancient.

But neither Ethan nor Airi gave a single damn about how sweet or ancient her voice sounded.

"Why shouldn't I dare?" Ethan asked, now standing just an inch from the trembling weapon.

"You do not know my master. My master is one of the oldest and most powerful angels—you are making a grave mistake."

"But it's not too late. You can free me from this binding and disappear from this realm." she said.

She was trying to negotiate—or maybe she thought she was—but her voice was so arrogant it sounded more like a royal command than a plea.

Ethan found that incredibly funny.

"What if I ask for Seravax's body in return?" Ethan asked, eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"It's my master's property. No one will have it."

Ethan laughed.

"Wow! Your master has an archdemon as property!?" Ethan exclaimed with mock surprise.

He turned toward Airi.

"Airi, did you hear that? I thought I was pretty extravagant, but her master might beat me on that one," he said, honestly amused by the whole thing.

To think Seravax, one of the most terrifying beings he had ever met, was being treated like this.

'All for love? Truly… is she even worth it?' he couldn't help but wonder, but honestly, it was too late now.

He had promised, so he would follow through, no matter what. But still…

'This spear… it can suffer a bit, right?' he thought, a dark grin blooming at the edge of his lips.

But Not that it mattered to him. She was going to scream either way.

So,

"Airi, step back for a moment, please," he asked gently, and Airi obeyed without hesitation.

After that,

'I'll give you my wish. Just do it instantly, and tell me the cost later.' he said inwardly to his system.

[Understood.]

And so,

'A fire of hell that burns holiness to the bones. It will only affect the spear and not Seravax.'

Instantly, pure black fire streaked with red ignited, latching onto the spear and devouring it.

"ARGHHHH!!!" a scream tore through the air, echoing through the realm like nails dragged across divine crystal.

The spear tried to defend itself—but,

"Don't protect yourself." Ethan commanded.

And against her will, she obeyed.

She couldn't stop herself. She couldn't even fight back.

After the hellfire burned every inch of her sanctity, her divine aura and glory, Ethan restored her and then summoned something worse.

An ocean made of tormented souls, screaming and twisting, a sea that even the most powerful divine beings feared.

Her scream this time wasn't just pain—it was despair. Raw and unfiltered.

Ethan took a seat.

He knew it would take time. So he reclined, sipping tea as if hosting a midday chat instead of divine torture.

And that was how it went.

One by one, Ethan summoned power after power—each one created to shatter will and crush even the bravest warriors into pitiful, broken creatures.

A lotus that froze everything. A space of perfect nothingness. A blade that severed even will and soul alike.

And he took his time. He made sure the pain landed precisely how he wanted it to—if it didn't, he simply reset and tried again, twice as cruel.

This continued for three whole hours.

And by the end of it—the spear trembled uncontrollably like a victim of deep trauma, like someone gripped by eternal PTSD.

A pitiful, broken mess of divine pride and shattered dignity.

Ethan sat calmly, sipping his tea without emotion, without a single flicker of feeling.

Expressionless.

"P-Please… s-stop, I beg you…" the spear finally said, her voice fractured and weak.

She couldn't take it anymore. She had never, not in her entire existence, thought such pain was possible. Something inside her had broken beyond repair.

The worst part?

Outwardly, she was still pristine.

But her will?

Shattered.

Ethan had kept restoring her after every torture session… only to drag her into the next worse one.

But this time…

This time she couldn't endure.

So she begged again.

"P-please…"

Ethan didn't respond.

He didn't even look at her.

It was strange to see Ethan—always smiling, always cracking jokes—wearing such an empty, cold face.

It was something Airi wasn't used to. But honestly?

'He looks good like this… so manly and imposing,' Airi thought, slightly surprised at herself.

"You almost killed me," Ethan said at last, lifting his eyes to meet the trembling spear.

"Do you really think it's over with just this?" he asked as he stood up, shaking his head slowly.

He placed his hand on the spear.

And this time, nothing resisted him. Nothing burned him. Nothing fought back.

Instead—

"Shatter," Ethan whispered to his system.

And like an obedient servant—

Crack—!

A fissure split down the length of the spear.

"No… no… no…"

More cracks spread, faster and deeper, until the entire weapon began to fall apart.

CRACK—!

The spear shattered completely, fragments scattering like glass across the void.

Only one thing remained.

A glowing, golden orb the size of a tennis ball.

And inside, if you looked closely—you could see her.

A tiny woman, curled up, her golden hair soaked in blood, her body twitching as golden liquid poured endlessly from every orifice. Her eyes, wide and filled with horror, stared at Ethan as if he were an abomination from the end of all things.

She struggled to even stand, collapsing back onto her knees as her body gave out, blood continuing to stream endlessly from her.

Ethan smirked at the sight.

"Now we're talking."

—End of chapter 86—