Devon looked at the mesmerizing body which was fast asleep on the bed, the woman's flawless skin and peerless face were revealed to him and with no doubt, it was enthralling.
He stood up shortly, putting on a new attire, and began to move towards the door. On his way out of the room, he looked back at the lady who was still unconscious, and It was unknown what was in his mind.
A minute later, Devon stepped out of the room.
"Aiiiiii!" Devon's head stumbled upon what seemed to be a rock and a hard one at that, but surprisingly, it was someone's head. He raised his head a little high and looked at what it is he stumbled upon.
"Are you blind!" the person's head in
which Devon stumbled on roared at him.
"Y-You... What the h- How did you...." Devon stammered as he found it hard to process what he had just seen.
"How did I what?!" that same voice resounded once again, questioning Devon in a harsher tone.
Devon's eyes were glued to the person's face. The last thing he could remember about this face was that the owner was sleeping like a baby on his bed just a minute ago.
He was fully confident in his skill and prowess that with how he left things that person wouldn't be able to get out of the bed for at least a day or two. And putting all that into consideration, only one option was left.
This person was that lady's twin sister....
"Nothing," Devon said, looking at her indifferently.
"Humph... The two masters said you should meet them at the stone hall right beside the boss room." the lady mentioned the stone hall with jealousy found in her tone.
Devon shrugged his shoulder, as they were no point in stressing over matters such as this. He then moved past her on his way to the so-called stone hall she mentioned.
A frown appeared on the lady's face, seeing how unfazed Devon was towards her. What made her more suspicious of him was the golden mask he kept on his face.
Just when she came back from her last mission, she had tales from her colleague about some masked man who was brought into the auction by her annoying twin sister.
The story didn't end there, she was deeply shocked when she found out that it was the two masters who were going to train him and even the orders came directly from the boss.
There has never been any case like this in the history of the auction, in which the sovereign and dominator are being told to train someone. Even the last time the auction accepted someone in was thousands of years ago.
"So he's that shitty son of prophecy those two forgies keep blabbing about all day." a vicious look flashed in her eyes as she said those words.
Devon, who was already at the entrance of the stone hall, heaved a short sigh before entering the hall.
The hall wasn't particularly large neither was it small in size. The unique thing about the hall was that it seemed to be able to slow downtime, and also the weight here was 10 times that of the one outside.
The duo were seating on a wooden chair with their sticks placed on their laps. And a not-so-friendly smile on their faces. Devon found it hard to believe that these were the two cheerful men he had once spoken to.
"Kid, welcome to the stone hall, this where all your training will be held. If you are not at your full best, death might not be far from your grasp." the bald-haired man which was also the dominator stated.
Surprisingly, Devon found the situation amusing as a mocking smile appeared on his face. He didn't fail to miss out that the tone the dominator used when talking to him was similar to that of the boss himself.
"Let see if when we are done with you that pride will still be there." the dominator said, killing intent enveloping his body.
Devon cracked his knuckles in reply, maintaining his usual unbothered look despite the killing intent brimming in the surrounding.
"How could I have forgotten, this amount of killing intent wouldn't have any effect on the Devil." the killing intent which was brimming disappeared like it was never here in the first place?
The atmosphere in the hall was tense as hell, with Devon's eyes glued to the duo and vice versa. It was hard to believe things could turn out like this for the three of them.
"I'm sure you already know, the dominator will teach you everything you need to know about battles while training you on the soul."
"Your first training will be to get that wooden stick from the dominator." the sovereign stated, revealing his brown set
teeth.
Devon looked at the duo, wondering if they were playing around about this being his first training. And seeing how serious they looked, it seemed they honestly weren't kidding around.
"Any rules?" Devon inquired with a teasing smile on his face this time around.
"Good question during this training you must not use celestial energy." the sovereign stated warning Devon.
"Get ready," Devon announced.
He then took a step, vanishing away from his original position, and appeared right at the front of the dominator. Devon stretched out his hand aiming to grab the stick, but right about when he was about to lay his hand on it a force blasted him away.
Devon flew ten meters backward and with a backflip, he managed to land on his feet. He wiped the blood which was dripping right from the corner of his mouth.
The dominator looked at his partner with shock at what had just happened evidently in his eyes. They both knew that they had underestimated this kid way too much. If he had not used a tiny bit of celestial energy right there, the kid would have grabbed the wooden stick away from his lap.
"Hahahahahahaha... Is that all? If that's it, then it's a pathetic kid." the dominator said.
Not making Devon think he was close to getting the wooden stick from him. And his words did pay off as Devon's face began to change.
"You made the first move now it my turn!..... Brother, why don't we make things more interesting." the dominator said, looking at his partner signifying him to increase the hall's weight.
They weren't going to allow themselves to make the same mistake they had made earlier by underestimating Devon.
Devon had one of his knees already pressing down on the ground. His back bent down, with only one knee stopping him from kneeling completely. His hands were trembling from the force.
The duo laughed, seeing how miserable Devon was due to the increase in weight of the room.
Devon felt like a tremendous boulder was going to. Crush him if he didn't kneel. Even blood was beginning to drip from both his shoulder straight to the ground.
Things didn't end there, as all sorts of short weapons began to launch themselves at Devon. Spikes, knives, daggers, etc. they all stabbed through Devon's body and began twisting themselves in a torturing manner.
Just as his right knee was about to touch the ground, Devon stood back up with the weapons dropping away from his body. He stood up slowly and even his white attire which was soaked and dyed in blood became spotless.