[Aaaaagh!]
[S-Save me!]
[L-Lord Michael!]
Screams echoed throughout the training grounds of the Celestial Realm.
Each scream became a final cry.
[Angels defeated: 37/100]
………………
[Angels defeated: 51/100]
[Angels defeated: 83/100]
………………
…………
Light shimmered across the training grounds.
But knowing that shimmer came from angelic blood made the sight anything but beautiful.
[Angels defeated: 100/100]
[You have met the conditions to use “Demon’s Blessing.”]
[You can activate it by speaking the trigger phrase at any time.]
‘Now I can use the blessing.’
With a slight smirk, Ryu Min shifted his gaze toward the remaining angels.
The moment their eyes met his, the fifth-rank angels shrieked and fled in terror.
To them, Ryu Min was no different from a demon.
‘About twenty left, huh?’
Though they scattered like chaff in the wind, Ryu Min didn’t bother chasing them.
He’d already achieved his goal of stacking kills.
Besides, using the Demon’s Blessing now would be a waste—especially when there wasn’t enough time to kill Michael.
[You have left the round area.]
[If you do not return within one hour, you will lose your player qualification.]
[Time remaining until disqualification: 00:15:21]
‘I can kill Michael anytime later. Besides, killing him now would be a loss. After all, he’s the only angel who wants me to survive until Round 20.’
For now, returning to the Otherworld was the top priority.
If he didn’t, all the power he’d built up would vanish like a mirage.
He had let countless angels escape during his brief moment of thought, but it didn’t matter.
All he needed was one to get back home.
“Hey, you.”
[H-Hiiiek!]
As Ryu Min approached, the angel hiding in the corner gasped in fright.
It tried to flee, but Ryu Min’s rough hand grabbed hold of its wing.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
[P-Please spare me. I-I beg you…….]
“You want to live?”
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The angel nodded frantically as if the question itself was absurd.
“Then take me to the Otherworld.”
***
Wrinkles formed on the goddess’s face.
‘Why is the report so late?’
By now, Michael should’ve delivered the Black Scythe to Plunictous.
Yet, no report had arrived.
Clicking her tongue in irritation, Nemesis used her divine sight to locate Michael.
If he had simply forgotten to report, she intended to teach him a lesson.
‘Huh?’
But a far greater issue awaited her.
‘What’s he doing there?’
Michael lay somewhere in the Celestial Realm, asleep.
Strangely, there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
‘No way… It couldn’t be.’
Nemesis immediately searched for the Black Scythe.
Instead of the Demon Realm, she found him in the Otherworld—alongside what appeared to be a combat angel held hostage.
‘W-What the hell happened? Why is that bastard in the Otherworld……?’
Though she had a hunch, Nemesis clung to denial.
The only way to know for sure was to wake Michael and ask him directly.
Rip—
She tore through space and appeared before Michael.
[Michael! Wake up! Michael!]
A few light kicks stirred him awake.
[Ugh… Ah? L-Lord Nemesis?]
[What happened? Why did the Black Scythe return to the Otherworld?]
[I…….]
A flicker of panic crossed Michael’s face.
At that moment, Nemesis realized her suspicions were correct.
[I-I’m sorry…… I was transporting him when I was suddenly attacked, and then my memory…….]
[You… You idiot!]
The Black Scythe had attacked Michael and escaped.
He must have threatened the combat angel beside him to descend into the Otherworld.
Just then, a series of notifications appeared before Michael’s eyes.
[L-Lord Nemesis. The fifth-rank angels who were training have been attacked. It seems to be the Black Scythe’s doing…….]
As Michael reported the situation, he nervously glanced at Nemesis.
Her eyes twitched, a clear sign of her growing fury.
Unable to hold back her anger, Nemesis erupted.
[How… How could you let a captured criminal escape?!]
[I apologize…… I have no excuse, no matter how many mouths I had.]
[Of course you don’t! You shouldn’t!]
After yelling at him, Nemesis seemed to remember that this wasn’t the time for scolding. She gave Michael a push.
[What are you standing around for? Go recapture him right now!]
[I-I understand…….]
But Michael fell silent, staring blankly ahead.
[What’s wrong?]
[W-Well, the round…… has ended.]
[What?]
Apparently, Round 17 had concluded.
Now that the round was over, all gates to the Otherworld would close, except for the ones used by guide angels.
For another angel to forcibly open a gate, they would have to expend 90% of their power.
[Michael! If you descend now, can you capture the Black Scythe?]
[T-That would be difficult. With 90% of my power drained, I wouldn’t be able to subdue him…….]
[And I can’t go down myself, can I?]
Gods were forbidden from directly interfering in the mortal realm.
That was why they relied on angels to do their bidding.
[This is ridiculous! Damn it, Michael! How could you fall asleep at a time like that?!]
[…….]
Michael hadn’t fallen asleep by choice—he had fainted. But he could only lower his head in silence.
[What are we supposed to do now? We promised Plunictous we’d hand over the Black Scythe before Round 18 began!]
[I-I’ll meet with Plunictous and try to negotiate for more time.]
[You must, must succeed in that negotiation! If you fail, you’ll bear full responsibility for losing the Black Scythe!]
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