People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

"Oh, now that you say that, I feel embarrassed to run away."

Mu Bai shook his head with a wry smile, and with a flash of his long sword, he wounded several Noxian soldiers in the blink of an eye.

"Stay close to me, don't die, you haven't paid me yet."

"Ah...yes!" Oken nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with gratitude. At this moment, Mu Bai was more majestic in his eyes than even the most ethereal deity.

Syndra watched the two of them chatting and laughing, and suddenly felt a little awkward.

Why make it sound so... tragic?

Is it difficult to leave here?

She swept her gaze across the crowd with an indifferent look, seeing the Noxian soldiers with their ferocious expressions, and the desperately fighting resistance fighters. And then there was Mu Bai, moving through the crowd with the ease of a ghost.

Then, she took a deep breath and her body gradually rose into the air. Several dark spheres suddenly appeared and began to rotate around her.

Weaklings, begone!

With a terrifying shockwave, all the dark spheres flew out, and their terrifying magic instantly repelled dozens of people.

Even Swain, who was watching from the sidelines, was knocked down by the force and fell into the sea.

In the blink of an eye, the crowded deck became a deserted area, with only a few rebel members sitting on the ground, dumbfounded.

"Hmm... even one-tenth of the magic power is still a bit weak."

Syndra twisted her neck, flicked her finger, and Mu Bai floated to her side under her magical control.

"Alright, let's go back."

Chapter Twelve: The Sword Demon Read It and Said It Was an Expert

Swain could clearly feel his body sinking.

The ravens continued to cry, mocking and ridiculing him.

Blood stained the heavy armor and outer garments, and the foul-smelling, putrid seawater poured into the nostrils, deeply stinging every alveolus.

Through the Raven's eyes, Swain saw something that shouldn't belong to Runeterra—a secret buried deep within the Immortal Bastion, a demonic eye burning in the darkness.

He shouldn't have been exposed here... He thought, what was originally just a simple game of replacement and elimination has now developed into an unpredictable situation...

This is really troublesome.

The seawater began to surge, and the fish that had initially harbored improper intentions scattered in panic. An extremely evil energy erupted from Swain's body.

The crimson magic, as red as fresh blood, spread rapidly, instantly enveloping the entire warship.

"As expected, Swain isn't so easy to deal with..." Mu Bai stared at the surging sea, a slight unease creeping into his heart.

The old commander first revealed his power during his rebellion a year later, but the exact time when he actually acquired demonic power is hard to say...

Judging from this, even if he hasn't fully mastered the power of demons yet, he probably won't be too far off.

At least in terms of pure power, it is terrifying.

If it were Syndra at her peak, that attack might have severely injured or even killed her, but with less than 20% of her mana... it's very risky.

"Hmm? They're not dead?" Syndra also noticed the anomaly in the seawater. "It seems the Noxians are tougher than the Ionians."

"Don't be careless, this guy... is very strong."

Mu Bai made a gesture to the girl, and the magic on his body immediately dissipated. The two of them jumped back onto the deck of the Scarlet Huntress at the same time.

Upon seeing this, the group of resistance fighters immediately scurried over, their previous indifference and disdain turning into enthusiasm.

But Mu Bai had no time to listen to their pointless pleasantries. "Scatter! Don't huddle together, run as far away as you can!"

The most prominent characteristic of demonic power is its ability to drain life force, and it does so in a wide area; the more people around it, the stronger it becomes.

The fact that these rebels stayed here would not only be of no help, but would also provide Swain with a constant source of energy.

The group didn't know why Mu Bai wanted them to scatter, but they dared not question it in the slightest and dispersed in all directions. Those who were good swimmers jumped into the sea and swam away.

The next moment, the churning of the seawater reached its peak, and Swain leaped high into the air like a ferocious shark.

His left arm, which had been hidden under his clothes, was finally pulled out—an invisible, crimson demonic hand, each knuckle radiating a chilling evil energy.

His armor was torn apart by a pair of enormous red and black wings, and countless ravens, symbols of calamity and misfortune, surrounded him, a magnificent yet terrifying sight.

“Great power… You are on par with demons, child. Are you one of their ten?”

Syndra glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. She didn't want to talk to anyone except Mu Bai, especially enemies.

“Calmness and persistence are commendable.” Swain nodded in satisfaction. “Then I’ll have to do it myself, child. A new demonic power is worth far more than a small island.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dazzling flash of light pierced through the air, severing his demonic hand.

"You keep nagging, isn't it annoying?"

Although Mu Bai doesn't have the ability to fly, he can still teleport into the air and slash with a Hexflash.

"Huh?" Swain stared at his severed arm, a look of surprise on his face.

But I was only slightly surprised.

"Spatial magic? And the swordsmanship is quite good too. Looks like I've unexpectedly found two priceless treasures..."

He shook his arm, and a large pool of blood splattered onto the deck, where a flock of hungry crows immediately pounced and devoured it.

Those damned ravens not only sucked blood, but also attacked the Noxian soldiers who were either unconscious or in shock in swarms.

In just over ten seconds, several Noxian soldiers were reduced to skeletal remains, and Swain's severed arm grew back.

"Join the Empire, mighty swordsman. I promise you half of the new demonic power."

"The last person who invited me to join is already in jail." Mu Bai sneered, gripping the Storm Slayer and manipulating the wind. A small tornado suddenly appeared and attacked the half-human, half-bird demon.

Syndra seized the opportunity to unleash her magic, firing several dark orbs simultaneously.

Faced with these two fierce attacks, Swain simply raised his left arm unhurriedly.

Five streams of demonic power erupted from his fingertips, forcefully dispersing the tornado formed by wind blades. The dark spheres instantly cracked and then disappeared.

"Not enough, far from enough." He shook his head gently, like a teacher earnestly instructing students.

Syndra raised an eyebrow, her anger rising. Ignoring her damaged source of magic, she forcibly unleashed an even stronger and more dangerous burst of magic.

This power is filled with hatred and anger, and it is endless.

"That's more like it." Swain commented while releasing his demonic power to resist it. Although he wasn't exactly handling it with ease, it wasn't too difficult either.

Mu Bai leaned against Syndra, his longsword unleashing a dense burst of light, slicing all the ravens that attempted to ambush him in two.

No... we can't outlast Swain at this rate...

He can draw energy indefinitely from the Noxian soldiers; in contrast, Syndra's mana, which she releases by overdrawing her body, cannot last long...

Given this disparity in strength and weakness, there is absolutely no chance of victory...

Something has to be done... Right, it's Stealing Omen, a 100% guaranteed skill gain!

Mu Bai took a deep breath and glanced at the two great mages who were clashing head-on with magic.

Syndra's power stems from her terrifying magical energy; her skills aren't particularly impressive...

Swain... every skill he uses is powered by demonic energy, so stealing his skills would likely involve taking some of that demonic energy along with them...

It's powerful, but very dangerous...

As Mu Bai watched the girl beside him gradually show a bitter expression, the last trace of hesitation and entanglement in his heart vanished instantly.

"Never mind, I'll leave the future dangers to myself..."

Demonic power? Let me have a go at it!

[Skill [Omen of Stealing] successfully used]

[Gain target skills: Demonic Ascension/Demonic Radiance]

The moment the system notification sounded, Mu Bai felt something suddenly burrow into his body. That extremely evil aura sent chills down his spine.

But given the corresponding rewards, this minor issue is negligible.

"Thank you for your hard work, it's my turn now."

Mu Bai patted the girl on the shoulder from behind, and his demonic power suddenly erupted.

I just managed to steal the ultimate move, lucky me... Thank you, Omen of theft.

"Huh?" Syndra turned around and looked at the other person in surprise.

She saw... a pair of wings growing from Mu Bai's back.

Chapter Thirteen: Secrets and the Spying Demon

Rumor has it that ten primal demons lurk in a hidden corner of Runeterra.

Evelynn represents Slaanesh and torment, Tahm Kench represents greed and gluttony, Nocturne represents hiding and nightmares, Fiddlesticks represents fear and theft, and Shaco represents deception and lies...

The demon within Swain represents secrets and voyeurism.

Its name is "Ram".

No one has ever seen its true form—not even Swain. Through the raven's eyes and brain, he can see its demonic eye, but not its full form.

He made a pact with the "Secret" demon, a pact known only to himself, in order to gain immense power that should not exist in Runeterra.

Since acquiring demonic power, he had always believed that each demon had its own unique and fixed vessel, but now... he sensed a familiar demonic power emanating from a young swordsman.

It is the same demonic power as him.

"Have you seen it before?" Swain looked at Mu Bai curiously. "That 'secret'."

"No," Mu Bai replied with a grin.

His voice became low and hoarse, as if a rough wooden brush was stuck in his throat. The demon wings on his back, when fully spread, were more than two meters wide, and every jet-black feather exuded an evil aura.

Some of the ravens began to circle around him, as if to attack, or as if to submit.

“Your magic…” Swain narrowed his eyes, staring at the other person, trying to uncover the “secret.”

Unfortunately, all he could see was a crimson expanse and the raven's wide, narrow eyes.