Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

As if afraid of hurting the Demon King, Hazlitt only pierced the skin a little bit, not daring to insert the poison needle completely.

There was only a tiny red dot where it was pierced, and nothing else was visible.

The toxin began to spread from within his body. Only Mikayi himself knew that his internal organs had already been eroded by the poison.

A series of immune magic passives were triggered, and colorful magical effects flashed on Mikayi's body.

Hazlitt's poison needles weren't magic; they caused direct physical harm. Mikael didn't use powerful dark magic to protect himself, nor did he possess any passive immunity spells.

It hardly has any effect.

Mikayi truly experienced the sensation of his internal organs rotting, his blood congealing, and his heart stopping.

The toxins were driven to the fingernails by powerful magic, turning Mikayi's nails incredibly black. His pale hand now resembled a demon's claws even more.

The wolf king squinted its eyes slightly as it saw the shadow of the demon king before it.

The shadow writhed and deformed until long, sharp demonic horns appeared on the man's head, and countless, wildly waving, wing-like things emerged from his back.

Even worse, it saw that the shadow on the ground, which should have been pitch black, had a pair of scarlet eyes that were also looking at it!

A chilling sensation swept over him from head to toe, and primal instincts caused the wolf king's body to tremble uncontrollably.

"Demon, Demon King..."

"You got what you deserved, Wolf King. To give you this kind of death, I personally experienced it for you..." Mikayi coughed violently a few times, and his rapidly rotting internal organs were healing at an even faster rate, then rotting again and healing again.

To let the Wolf King experience the most gruesome death, Mikayi practically tasted it many times over.

The demon's claws lashed out, piercing beneath the wolf king's fur.

The wolf king's trembling stopped abruptly, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood. Then he began to convulse uncontrollably.

At the same time, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Mikayi's mouth.

Wiping the liquid from the corner of his mouth, Mikayi paid no attention to his own body. He raised his left hand, preparing to cast a spell.

As he raised his hand, he saw that the contract magic on the back of his hand was slowly disappearing.

Kuro... wait for me, please wait for me a little longer...

<Wind Magic: Time Acceleration>

A blue light enveloped the Wolf King, and within his body, the passage of time was accelerating exponentially.

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times...

Before the magic within his body could recover, Mikayi raised his right hand again, and another spell was cast on his hand.

<Wind Magic: Time Reversal>

The internal organs, which had originally rotted into black liquid, were restored, only to decay and rot again over time. This process repeated itself, and although there were only these internal organs, the excruciating pain of having one's heart and liver ripped out was a real, recurring experience.

Without struggling or howling, the wolf king's soul could no longer endure the torment of his body and flew out of his body. He truly died from the agony of being tortured.

After a cloud of black smoke, the Wolf King vanished from the spot.

But that's not all.

Mikayi raised his hands, making a grabbing gesture in mid-air. A shadow suddenly rose from the ground, the demonic blackness entwining itself around something.

That was the soul of the Wolf King.

This monster has killed countless humans, and even their souls have become somewhat darkened.

The poison was acting up again and again, and Mikayi coughed violently twice: "Cough cough... I want more, I want to make your soul never have a moment's peace, right, Kuro?"

"Your Majesty the Demon King!" Hazlitt panicked, his two rows of thin scorpion legs stamping in place.

No matter how powerful the Demon King is, his body will inevitably suffer after consuming such poison.

"There is no cure for poison... The only thing we can do is let your body's healing abilities slowly break it down and absorb it."

“I know, Hazlitt,” Mikael replied calmly.

Without lingering here, Mikayi activated his teleportation magic and headed towards the sixth level of Hell.

Sixth Floor <Abyssal Howl>

The center of this blue land is hollow, shaped like an eye. Within that bottomless void lies an endless abyss.

This is a place where souls are imprisoned.

“Saxston”.

The undead knight, whose name was called by the Demon King, rode out from the endless abyss with the sound of his horse's hooves.

“This… cough cough… take good care of this soul.” Mikayi handed the ball of light in his hand to Saxton.

Saxton understood and nodded. He was more concerned about the Demon King's health than about the Demon King's mission.

"My Lord Demon King... what's wrong?"

In this world, and even in the previous world, no one should be able to harm the Demon King.

Mikayi waved his hand, indicating that he was alright.

The teleportation magic moved at will, bringing Mikayi's body to the snow-covered peak behind the City of Eternal Winter.

Kuro... Kuro... Have you been waiting for me obediently?

074 The Desperate Demon King

Its daybreak.

To be precise, it was blindingly bright.

The sun broke through the clouds and shone on the snow. The golden sunlight, refracted through the snow crystals, was dazzlingly bright.

Mikayi was stunned when he saw the blazing sun hanging directly overhead.

Perhaps he didn't control the force of his time acceleration spell properly, causing time around him to speed up as well. Although the effect was subtle, a portion of time did indeed pass.

The mountaintop was deserted on a clear day; all that remained of Kuro's original spot was a dent from his body.

The sun is directly overhead, indicating noon.

It's already noon...

It wasn't in time.

Perhaps the effects of the poison made him unsteady on his feet. Mikayi sat down on the snow.

He could, on the first morning after a person's death, before the soul was returned to the world, draw back thirty percent of his magic power and resurrect it in another body. This is

He can do it.

However, if the soul has already been absorbed and dissipated by heaven and earth, then even if all magic power is drained, it will only lead to endless nothingness. It's like pouring a drop of fresh water into the sea; that drop of fresh water can never be separated again.

The time spent with Kuro was short, merely a fleeting moment in his endless life.

This temperamental and willful girl with animal ears was the first person to call him 'Master'.

He failed to fulfill the responsibilities of a mentor.

Anger, guilt, reluctance...

Several emotions were mixed together. Mika, who had always been rather indifferent to feelings, no longer knew how to sort out these emotions.

Didn't we agree that I would make you the most powerful dark magician?

Please, don't make me, your mentor, feel guilty... Kuro...

Mikayi's fingers curled up, and he clutched a clump of cold snow in his palm.

His chest heaved as he coughed violently.

The toxins within his body were still raging, and his internal organs were simultaneously rotting and healing. At this moment, Mikayi was still enduring the same pain as the Wolf King.

The coughed-up blood stained the snow red, and the magic contained in the blood quickly dissipated, causing the pool of blood to evaporate in no time.

Do not……

No... it's not over yet.

There's one last way!

I'm the Demon King! How could I possibly let her disappear so easily!

He looked up at the sky.

The golden sunlight was covered by dark clouds, and visibility became pitch black.

A pair of demonic eyes stood out especially in the darkness.

"I, Mikayi, hereby summon you!"

"The Grand Marshal of Hell..."

—The Soul Reaper!!

The pitch-black vortex absorbed all the light in an instant, and a black figure appeared out of thin air.

The man wielded a massive black scythe, his entire body was draped in a cloak, and he wore a tall top hat. Black chains encircled his head. His head was wrapped in bandages, obscuring even his eyes, making it impossible to discern his expression.

Facing the Demon King, he neither bowed nor knelt. He floated before the Demon King, quietly awaiting his command.

"Find me a soul, the soul of an orc who just died last night."

Ignoring the torment still plaguing his own body, Mikayi used most of his magic to summon the only person capable of collecting soul fragments.

Mikayi hunched over, unconsciously releasing a vast amount of magical power.

"Your Majesty..." The voice was heavy and hoarse, indistinct as to whether it was male or female, as if separated by countless thick walls.

As the Soul Reaper moved, the chains binding him clanged frantically.

"Excuse me... are you looking for... the soul of a dark elementalist...?"

“Yes,” Mikayi paused, then said, “How did you know?”

Kuro's soul is compatible with dark magic, so he should be associated with the dark element.

"That soul... is right above your head..."

The bandaged fingers twitched, pointing towards the top of Mikayi's head.

"what?!"