Outside the city.
A wasteland hundreds of miles from Holy City.
The Demon Spider lay on the ground, silent and still.
Suddenly.
A figure quietly emerged.
It was the long-haired man.
He still wore a half-mask on his face, concealing his eyes, cheeks, and nose, leaving only his mouth, which held a cigarette, exposed.
"How could you come to Holy City so blatantly?" the long-haired man asked with a cold expression.
"I was teleported here," came the voice of the Death God from within the Demon Spider.
"Teleported? Could it be that you encountered a being you couldn't overcome with force?" the long-haired man asked.
The voice of the Death God fluctuated slightly, even revealing a hint of rage:
"His strength isn't anything special, just too despicable, too slippery, so I couldn't catch him."
"So he's a master of stealth?" the long-haired man inquired.
"Yes."
"Is this guy important?"
"Extremely important, he's related to an important plan of the Demon God."
