There were few things Amon knew about Roderic from Miracle Cube.
Roderic became a rapist after numerous rejections from Xie Mei.
As a result, he vented his frustration on another woman he accidentally encountered on the roadside.
When Roderic raped her, he saw the woman cry in sorrow, screaming helplessly, radiating an aura as if the world had collapsed.
To Roderic, this sight was utterly spectacular.
After that, he continued to be a rapist.
However, Amon understood only one thing from this story: Roderic was deeply frustrated by Xie Mei's rejection, to the point that he even raped an innocent woman.
And Amon could relate; when a woman rejects you repeatedly but has already slept with another man, it's a pain like being pierced by a massive nail.
"Do you know, Xie Mei is incredibly lewd in bed? On our first night, she spread her legs wide and said, 'Lord Amon, please take this worthless girl's virginity' with a very lewd smile."
It was as if flames were not only burning the palace but also Roderic's heart. He even bit his own lip until it bled to hold back his anger.
"Just yesterday, she came to my room naked and said, 'Young master, please satisfy this dirty girl's pussy with your big cock'."
"That's impossible! Why would she sleep with trash like you?"
Roderic could no longer hold himself back. This allowed Amon to pinpoint his location behind the wall.
As he continued walking, Amon's mouth kept spitting provocations.
"Why, you ask? Because I'm number one, because I'm the Starheir, and because I'm a genius who can create new techniques. Unlike an idiot loser like you—trash."
"Aaahh!"
The burning surroundings and Roderic's growing rage pushed him to attack, his eyes bulging and red with fury.
The fool never learned from the past. Even though Amon had deflected his attacks using the Light Sword Technique several times, he still kept using it.
The walls, floors, ceilings, and all kinds of furniture around them were destroyed by the massive shockwaves—but not Amon. As usual, the Light Reversal Technique never disappointed him.
"Tch!" Roderic clicked his tongue, thinking, 'Why can't I hurt him?!'
But Amon only smirked, looking down on him.
Without any grand techniques, without any dirty tricks, Amon simply swung his sword—delivering a counterattack to the weak, foolish Roderic.
The strike was light, without killing intent, as Amon still wanted to toy with Roderic's life. Even so, Roderic was still flung five meters back.
But strangely, he wasn't hurt. This made Amon blink in confusion. Even though it wasn't a deadly strike, it should've still injured him.
Amon's confusion disappeared when Roderic's clothes tore from the attack, causing a book hidden under his clothes to fall out.
'A book? That book was able to withstand my attack? And I was using a legendary weapon to strike him.'
Amon picked up the book titled Heavenly Demon Formula Tome to satisfy his curiosity.
He then remembered one of the strongest antagonists in the novel who used this martial formula. That antagonist only came into existence because Liam sold the tome after obtaining it from Roderic due to a lack of money.
'I hate that plot so much.'
He felt like slapping Liam right now. But Amon's desire to slap Roderic was even greater.
Heavenly Demon Formula was a martial formula at the pinnacle of this world, even comparable to the Miracle Formula that Liam possessed, the Saint Lucerion Formula of the Lucerion Clan, and Amon's own Almighty Titan Formula.
"How stupid of him to use this tome as armor."
After storing the tome for himself, Amon looked around and realized Roderic had disappeared again.
"Hide and seek again? No, he must've fled. He knows the power gap between us by now."
Amon immediately ran to the front gate. He couldn't imagine that idiot using the side or back of the palace as an escape route.
And sure enough, Roderic was running there, frustrated.
'Why can't I beat him? I've switched my martial formula from that strange one to the Saint Lucerion Formula. I've even cultivated diligently for two weeks and reached level one. But I still can't touch him.'
If he were smarter, he would've realized that Amon was also cultivating. Amon had even been cultivating non-stop thanks to the Miracle Cube.
Logically speaking, if Amon could defeat him even before cultivating, then Amon would definitely be able to defeat him after cultivating.
Roderic's foolish and illogical thinking wasn't just due to stupidity, but also anger.
He had worked hard all this time. He had practiced swordsmanship and cultivated just to become the Starheir. But all his efforts were crushed because of Amon.
It was understandable that he was furious. But his futile efforts were actually destroyed by none other than himself.
Amon had never had any intention of becoming the Starheir. He participated in the Maturation Ceremony only because he didn't want to be expelled from the clan and wanted access to the treasure room—nothing more.
If only Roderic hadn't lusted after Ariel, perhaps his efforts wouldn't have been in vain.
That thought had crossed Roderic's mind. At his core, he was a selfish person who only thought about himself, never about others.
As he was about to pass through the gate, Amon suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Flash Dance Technique?"
He couldn't help but feel envious, thinking how Amon, whom he always considered a loser, had far greater accomplishments than him.
Without offering any explanation, Amon swung his hand with all his strength to slap Roderic, sending him flying back into the burning palace.
"Ugh!!"
To Amon, death wasn't a terrifying thing. In fact, he saw death as a form of liberation.
Life, on the other hand, was a form of suffering.
Imagine, if people died, that would be it; they wouldn't feel pain anymore.
But if they were still alive, they could still feel the heat of being burned, scream in agony as they were flayed, feel their dignity crumble as they were raped; and there were so many more sufferings that could be inflicted on them while they lived.
That was why Amon didn't like killing people he hated immediately.
He preferred to torture them before granting death.