On the damaged floor of the prison lay a man with his face, hair, and goatee covered in blood.

Cough!

Blood!

"Well, that's a shame. It was fun at first, monotonous in the middle, and fun to see you defeated, but since it didn't last long, I feel empty. Ha ha ha. To think you were so weak." Said the False Edmund, looking down on Ivan with contempt.

Sigh!

The False Edmund kicks Ivan in the side and throws him against one of the walls.

Bang!

The walls are slightly cracked.

Ivan, sitting on the floor with the cracked wall behind him, looks at his enemy, but doesn't say a word.

"You're quite brave. A true warrior. I'll do you a favor and stop playing with you. Ha ha ha. I'll just rip your head off with one blow," said Fake Edmund.

As False Edmund walked toward Ivan, a magical crystal of communication emerged from a magical ring worn by Ivan and began to glow.

"Stop!"

A captivating yet deep and irrefutable voice conjured up a magical circle with ancient yellow symbols. The circle, which hovered in the air above where False Edmund stood, caused him to crash to the ground, preventing him from getting up no matter how hard he tried.

"Sebkam Asferyiac, stop now or I will destroy that body and you will return to your boring stay in prison." The voice that stopped False Edmund belonged to Lenard Trismegisto, and now he was using an ancient language that False Edmund could mysteriously understand.

"Ha ha ha, you have progressed, young Trismegisto, but you still cannot compare to Acad. If you had known him, you would know that. Ha ha ha." But your g... -The False Edmund stopped his words when the magical restraint pressed him harder against the ground.

-Sebkam Asferyiac, your current vessel will not last more than a few months. If you wish, I can allow you to participate in a war if you fight under the title of Crackling. -Lenard made an offer.

The False Edmund smiled, licked his lips, and then replied:

"Ha ha ha, I don't mind killing a few weak demons, but what do you want in return?"

"Take a demonic oath that you will not go against Inquisiderian."

Laughter!

The False Edmund couldn't help but laugh after hearing Lenard Trismegisto's demand.

...

Lenard Trismegisto walked down a wide corridor in the Gothic castle. His presence was as majestic as ever. However, a trickle of blood ran from the corner of Lenard's mouth and nose.

Anastasia, Lenard's beautiful and elegant maid, wiped the blood from her master's face with a white silk handkerchief.

••••

Days later.

At the Alexandrian Academy. At night. In their shared dormitory.

Arian shared a room with three other students. He went into the bathroom and removed some bandages from his hands, which had blisters and wounds with some blood. He threw the dirty bandage in a trash can, then opened a healing potion, poured just a portion of the potion into the lid and dropped it into the palm of his hands, rubbed the potion very carefully and his wounds healed slightly. When he finished, he closed the potion very carefully so as not to waste a single drop, and left the bathroom. He dressed in a sweater and shorts, sat on his bed, read for two hours, and finally lay down to rest so he could continue his academic training the next day.

A few days later.

Under a scorching sun, in outdoor training grounds, more than 30 students wielded their swords without using mana against sturdy wooden dummies.

"Strike the vital points, don't stop, feel the pain and turn it into strength. When your sword strikes an enemy weapon or spell, you will need great endurance and strength!" exclaimed a tall, tanned, black-haired professor with some gray hair and a vertical scar on the right side of his mouth, dressed in dark blue sportswear, who walked around with a wooden sword in his hands, correcting the students' postures.

Professor Alphens Esferest taught fencing to second-year students, instructing two groups at different times. He was a swordsman who had reached the fifth spiritual core (intermediate level).

While the professor instructed the students, he sometimes observed how Arian applied considerable force each time he wielded his sword and tried to replicate the posture indicated by the professor in detail.

Alphens nodded in approval when he saw Arian's effort and continued to evaluate the rest of the students.

...

Everyone gather around! We will begin with the second test, which will teach you how to improve your reflexes.

In front of each of the thirty students, who were standing evenly spaced several meters apart, appeared two-meter-high rocks with magic circles drawn on their surfaces.

Everyone, begin!

The magic circles glowed and stone bullets shot toward the students, who had to block or cut them with their wooden swords. This time, they could infuse their swords with mana. However, they could not sharpen their senses because the goal of the class was for each student to improve their own reflexes so that when they used mana to sharpen their senses, they would improve much more.

The test ended when the two-meter stones disappeared, because as the magic circles fired the stone bullets, the two-meter rocks lost part of themselves.

••••

Some time later.

In a room flooded with demonic energy, Mart Sevec opened his eyes, a gleam in his gaze. After the increasingly difficult hellish seclusion, he had integrated another drop of Demon God's blood and experienced the fourth vivid memory of seclusion.

Mart stood up, and like a tempestuous whirlwind, the demonic energy that flooded the room enveloped him, only to be completely absorbed by him in the end.

"I have achieved great control over the technique of absorbing demonic energy; it has been a challenging process, but I feel that I have made great progress," Mart thought as he walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

...

Water dripped down his handsome face when a notification popped up.

[Ability Unlocked]

[Demon Deity: Endless Demon Energy (Available: 10 seconds) (Cooldown: 1 year)]

Mart didn't know whether to be satisfied or not. He had obtained a powerful skill, but he would have to use it at the right moment and with the right spell or spells.

Finally, Mart finished showering, dressed in a blue shirt and black pants, sat down in the chair near his desk, took out his demonic communication crystal, and called Isirid to say hello and find out what had happened during the time he had been in seclusion.

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