Eighteen huge, azure-black palms covered the sky and earth, nearly sealing off all corners, bringing an oppressive and suffocating terror.
On each of these palms was a mouth like an abyss, vast and without teeth.
"Damn it! How could I encounter such a cursed thing the moment I got out?"
The Demon Earl couldn't help but recall the deep-seated fear of being dominated by "Hunger" from the depths of his memory.
Originally, he thought the human coaxing the bloodthirsty demon was just an ordinary human, at most a lower-level employee, the kind without high-level permissions; observations had indeed confirmed this.
But unexpectedly, while the lower-level employee was indeed a lower-level employee, why the hell did he have a "Level 0" Containment Subject with him?
And it was one of the most infamous among "Level 0"...
Muttering curses under his breath, he glared resentfully at a few individuals behind him, wishing he could slaughter them first.
