Seven hours after Yanchan left Mark's control and left in search of his sister.
Mark looked at the evening sky, already darkening, from the top of a mountain. Yuri was beside him, looking up at the same sky while looking at a small tree with wide and curious eyes.
He was now clean.
With a deep gaze, Mark stared at his palm, thoughtful.
Now that the Savage Lord is dead, the demons could—in theory—conquer this world slowly. Since I also weakened the savages so profoundly, I guess new mega-dungeons would be appearing here in a month or two.
He had caused yet another world's destruction. It might not have happened yet, but it wasn't far from happening; he had already planted the seeds. Mark wondered what he felt about this, while at the same time, turning on his system to see his new Ultimate Demonic Arts.
