"Arghh!"
Lokiath groaned in pain, getting down on his knees.
"Stop it, mf!"
He raised his palm, clutching Maurice's fingers that were crushing his shoulder, trying to break his finger, only to fail.
He was weak—really weak.
He had just been summoned to this world, and he was supposed to receive his when he needed it the most; according to the system, now was the time, but he couldn't even access the system interface.
'Fuck, where are you, mfing syste—?!'
He roared inwardly, but his scream was cut short as...
*Crack*
A crisp sound of something cracking was heard and Lokiath's eyes went as wide as an egg before...
"ARGHHHHHHH!"
He let out a pained screech; the demons in the surroundings, however, just enjoyed the scene.
Maurice, as the crown prince, was pretty talented—so much so that he was considered one of the top 15 young demons—reaching the peak of EX-rank at the age of 19.
