In a mountain near the raging storm of miasma and energy, a massive metal door slowly rose from the ground.

    Its surface was rough and old, showing signs of age. At the center was a carving of a devil’s face, its eyes glowing faintly like it was alive. The air felt heavy, and the storm’s distant howls made the scene even more unsettling.

    The door slowly creaked open , its weight evident in the deep groaning sound.

    Asmodeus stepped out, his movements smooth and unhurried, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

    He now wore a sharp, tailored black suit with a deep red vest that seemed to glow faintly against the dark fabric.

    A long coat with crimson accents flowed behind him, giving him an almost regal appearance.

    Even in the midst of chaos, his collected demeanor made it clear—he was not a man to be trifled with.

    "Wow, what is that thing?" he said, his voice filled with curiosity rather than fear.

    He stared at the phenomenon, a breakthrough so intense it had created a literal eye of the storm.

    Red lightning crackled through the swirling black miasma, lighting up the surroundings in rhythmic bursts.

    "It’s been a while since I’ve seen something this... interesting." A faint grin spread across his face, the storm reflecting in his eyes.

    "Aamon told me to stop it, but that would be boring. Oh well, I’ll wait for this thing to complete its transition. That’ll be more exciting," he muttered aloud, a hint of mischief in his tone.

    His past battles with demons had made him overconfident, convincing him that nothing here could challenge him.

    He waved his hand, and a chair materialized out of his bracelet. He was wearing an artifact that allowed the user to store objects.

    Next, he casually summoned a tea table along with everything needed—teapot, cups, and an assortment of fine tea leaves.

    As the violent winds rushed past, tugging at his clothes and hair, he clicked his tongue in mild annoyance.

    "Too noisy," he remarked.

    With a snapped of his fingers, a transparent barrier formed around him, instantly silencing the storm outside.

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    The miasma, lightning, and deafening roars of energy continued, but within his small bubble of calm, it was as if none of it existed.

    Asmodeus leaned back in his chair, pouring himself a cup of tea.

    "Now, let’s see what this little storm has in store," he said, taking a sip, his gaze never leaving the swirling eye of the storm ahead.

    As Asmodeus calmly sipped his tea, the air behind him rippled about 100 meters away. It cracked open, revealing a black surface.

    A group of figures stepped out, their presence impossible to ignore.

    These weren’t regular demons—they were the eight council members of the abyssal Alliance.

    Metto stood among them, looking serious, while the other council members stood by his side.@@@@

    "Why should I care about the name of a mere devil?" Reign sneered in contempt.

    After relentlessly killing humans for what felt like an eternity, he had finally reached the Demon God Status. To his surprise, the power he gained from the upgrade was far beyond his expectations.

    The reason? It seemed that every foundation he had carefully built from the very beginning had now revealed its true potential.

    "You’re no fun at all," Asmodeus’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. He raised his hand, intending to grab Reign, but before he could make contact, something unexpected happened.

    In that split second, the devil’s hand was severed from his body.

    Still, Asmodeus showed no fear.

    Instead, his severed hand just floated in mid-air, dark energy swirling around it like threads.

    In moments, the hand reattached itself to his arm as if nothing had happened.

    "I admit that you have the skill to be arrogant," Asmodeus turned to faced him.

    "But do you really think that being fast makes you better than me?" He took a step forward, a confident smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

    "Speed may be an advantage, but you will still lose in the end against my overwhelming power."

    Reign smiled and shook his head. It seemed he needed to teach this devil a lesson.

    Before, he might have been afraid after witnessing what happened to Metto’s group, but the person he was now was completely different.

    This wasn’t because he was confident in his energy reserves, as devils naturally had outrageously high capacity too.

    No, he was confident because his original body was packed with overpowered skills.

    People might have forgotten, but this form held a trump card that not even his angel body possessed.

    True Death.

    An overpowered cheat skill he hadn’t used in a while, having been too busy with his other alternative bodies, but now was the perfect time to test how powerful he had become.

    "How about we test that overwhelming power of yours against my speed?" Reign taunted, knowing full well that his enemy’s ego would lead him to accept.

    And he was not disappointed. Asmodeus moved, attempting to strike, but in the blink of an eye, Reign vanished.

    One moment he was standing there, and the next, he appeared 40 meters away. He was moving too fast, even by the standards of demons and devils alike.

    "Hey, how can you test your so-called overwhelming power if you can’t even hit me?" Reign mocked.

    His power wasn’t the only thing that had a major upgraded; even his ability to get under his enemy’s skin had improved by a huge margin.

    Meanwhile, the demon gods watching—especially Remu and Caurus—were taken aback.

    The devil who had caused them so much defeat and humiliation was now struggling to keep up.

    They began to wonder more who this mysterious and powerful entity was, and whether he was a friend or a foe.