Zeix surveyed the approaching demon army numbering almost 500. "Well, time to get to work," he muttered to himself. Cllosing his eyes, he reflected inwardly, "Thanks to Rena teaching me the basics of Wind Magic, I've gained Wind Resistance and learned Wind Magic levels 1 to 5."
Raising his hand and adjusting his stance, Zeix felt the wind swirl around his palm, coalescing into the form of a spear. The wind spear whirled with tremendous force, shaking the surroundings. Calculating the distance—about 260 meters—he knew he had to strike in one shot or risk alerting them.
A notification suddenly appeared in his mind:
**Information: Changing the Law of Reality**
- **Success**
- **Your attack will never miss no matter what**
Zeix blinked in surprise and confusion. "Changing the law of reality? Am I... what, a god? Well, whatever it is, I need to hurry." Focusing his intent, he targeted the densest part of the approaching army and launched the wind spear.
The spear streaked through the air at an unimaginable speed, cracking the very atmosphere around it. In a matter of seconds, it impacted the demon army with explosive force, causing a massive explosion where it struck. As the dust settled, Zeix looked on in awe—every single demon lay dead.
"Well, job done. Time to return home," Zeix said to himself, turning to leave. But as he turned, a sword flew towards him with alarming velocity. Reacting swiftly, Zeix dodged the blade and caught it mid-air. With a surge of fire magic, he incinerated the sword into ashes.
From behind him, a voice spoke, "Impressive. You managed to burn a sword made from Superior Dragon teeth." Zeix turned to face the speaker.
"Who are you?" Zeix demanded.
The figure stepped forward, clad in dark armor adorned with sinister motifs. "I am the General of the Demon army," he declared with a wicked grin.
Zeix narrowed his eyes, his demeanor shifting. "Is that so? Then you are my enemy."
**To be continued...**
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