"What do you need from us?" The Blade Demon asked calmly.
Ryan stared into the man's sharp gaze, unflinching. "I want only one thing." He bowed slightly while standing on the man's palm. "Even though we had a rough start, I cannot deny that all of you are my seniors when it comes to this journey of seeking power."
Most of the demons surrounding Ryan nodded. Nobody disliked a humble junior. Everybody disliked an arrogant one. Mark had been an arrogant ass, who even scammed his seniors. But Ryan, his clone, didn't seem too bad. He even seemed like the only remaining hope they had.
"So, from seniors, I only want one thing. And that is power."
They all squinted.
"What kind of power?" Someone asked.
Ryan was prepared for that question. "I want you guys to teach my clone. I want to learn under your tutelage and turn this clone into an absolute battle machine. No, I want to be overall mentored by the best tutors out there."
