Four of the five kings were now dead.
The surge of energy flowed through me as I reached level 32, faster than I had anticipated. Perhaps it was too quick—unnatural, even—but I wasn't about to complain.
Park Seo-Jin's lifeless body hung limply from my scythe, skewered like a piece of meat. The sight was macabre, yet mesmerizing, as his blood dripped down in slow, crimson streaks. The crowd below gazed up in stunned silence, their expressions twisted with disbelief and despair.
Their last hope was gone.
With their ruler absent, they had no one left to protect them. Their gazes shifted from the fallen king to me, and I could see the fear etched into their faces. They didn't see a warrior or a challenger—they saw a demon god.
And I couldn't deny that I liked it.
