On the demon world side, there was nothing left.

The Demon Gate was gone.

Not cracked. Not sealed again.

Gone.

Garion stood where it had once been, hands in his pockets, looking at the empty space with a relaxed smile.

The violent pull had faded. The pressure was gone.

Only broken ground and distorted air remained as proof that something massive had existed there moments ago.

"…Huh," Garion muttered. "So it actually worked."

He tilted his head slightly, examining the area like a scientist reviewing an experiment result.

"To think the technique I just made could do this much damage," he said to himself. "I really am kind of a genius."

Garion chuckled softly.

He stretched one arm, rolling his shoulder as if checking for strain.

"All I did was compress everything."

Then he focused on the core of his body.

"Thanks to my [Unique Physique]," Garion continued calmly, "all my mana naturally carries gravity traits."

He raised his hand slightly, remembering the moment.

"When I compressed it all into one point and activated it…"

Garion smiled wider.

"It became a hole that eats everything."

Not an explosion but a pull.

"And I didn't even plan for the Demon Gate to be destroyed," he admitted. "That part was a surprise."

He glanced at the empty space again.

"…Still," he said, voice calm but pleased, "destroying a Demon Gate from the outside is pretty exciting."

He paused for a moment, then added,

"I should name that technique."

After a brief thought, he nodded.

"[Gravity Hole] really fits."

He lowered his hand and finally turned around.

The four high demons were still there.

They had not moved since the Demon Gate vanished.

Drazhul stood stiffly, eyes wide, staring at the empty space where the gate had once been.

His breathing was heavy, uneven, as if his body had not caught up to what his eyes had seen.

"…How," Drazhul muttered. "How can this be possible?"

He clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked.

"That gate connects worlds. It's anchored by space itself."

He looked at Garion, disbelief written all over his face.

"How can you destroy a Demon Gate?"

Xavira's expression was darker.

Her lips were pressed thin, her golden eyes sharp with anger.

She glanced at the empty air, then back at Garion, her fingers twitching.

"…All that potential," she said quietly. "Gone."

Malreth was worse.

He looked pale.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head. "No, no, no."

He stepped forward, panic breaking through his usual greed.

"The gate is profit. Slaves. Trade. Information."

He glared at Garion, anger burning behind his fear.

"You just cut everything off!"

Xavira's voice was cold. "You destroyed decades of planning."

Drazhul took a step forward, pressure rising again.

"You think this ends things?"

Garion looked at them calmly, hands still in his pockets.

"It does," he replied.

That simple answer made Malreth recoil.

Velmor, however, laughed softly.

It was the first sound he had made since the gate disappeared.

He stepped forward slightly, eyes bright, completely focused on Garion.

"Incredible," Velmor said. "Absolutely incredible."

Drazhul snapped his head toward him.

"You find this amusing?"

Velmor ignored him.

He studied Garion openly now, with no caution, no restraint.

"A human who can compress power into a singularity," he said. "A technique that ignores structure, seals, and spatial anchors."

"To think," Velmor continued.

"That something our world treats as absolute could be erased by someone who simply decided it should not exist."

His smile widened. "This changes everything."

Garion turned his gaze back to the others.

His expression was relaxed. Too relaxed.

"So," he said calmly, tilting his head a little, "what do you want to do now?"

None of them answered right away.

Garion glanced at the empty space where the Demon Gate had been and then looked back at them.

"You all saw it," he continued. "I destroyed the Demon Gate easily."

He spread his hands slightly.

"So tell me. Do you really think you can beat me?"

For a moment, the demons just stared.

Then Drazhul laughed.

It was loud and rough, filled with anger rather than confidence.

"So what if you destroyed it?" he barked. "That doesn't mean you're untouchable."

Xavira's lips curled into a cold smile.

"You poured out an absurd amount of power," she said softly. "Anyone would be weakened after that."

Malreth nodded eagerly, fear replaced by greed.

"Yes. Yes, exactly. You must be exhausted right now."

He pointed at Garion, voice rising. "This is the perfect time to kill you!"

Velmor stepped forward slightly, eyes shining with interest.

"I agree," he said calmly. "But more importantly, I really want to study your body."

He looked Garion up and down without hiding his curiosity.

"A human physique that can generate that kind of result… fascinating."

Xavira glanced at Malreth and smiled thinly.

"Your flesh would sell for an unbelievable price."

Malreth laughed greedily.

"Organs. Bones. Blood. Everything."

Drazhul clenched his fists, demonic energy flaring again.

"I'll kill you," he snarled. "And prove that I'm the strongest here."

They all stared at Garion.

Garion blinked.

Then he laughed.

"Me?" he said, wiping at the corner of his eye. "Weak?"

He shook his head slowly. "How laughable."

The demons frowned.

Garion straightened his posture.

"You saw me destroy the Demon Gate," he said calmly. "And you decided that meant I was weakened."

A short laugh escaped him.

"How laughable."

He raised both fists slowly, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for training rather than a battle.

The demons felt it instantly.

"Even without my mana," Garion continued, his voice firm and clear, "I can kill all four of you easily with these fists alone."

Drazhul's eyes widened. Xavira's smile vanished. Malreth swallowed hard.

Even Velmor's excitement faltered for a brief moment.

Garion smirked.

"This is what you misunderstand," he said. "My strength doesn't disappear just because my mana is gone."

He took one step forward. The ground cracked beneath his foot.

"Now," Garion said, fists tightening, "be ready."

His gaze locked onto them.

"Face me. The God Trainer. Garion."

The air went still.

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