Chapter 512: The Strongest Demon

Draven tapped the desk with his finger, debating whether to tell the truth

After thinking it over, he realized it wasn’t such a big deal and wouldn’t really hurt the Alliance.

"We had a way before," he admitted with a heavy sigh.

"Before? What happened then?"

Draven raised his hands, and a golden, round flat object floated in his palm. "This is an ancient artifact that could track almost anything. Unfortunately, it’s broken now,"

Reign’s eyes widened. The function of the object was too tempting, even for him.

his world was vast, and with the presence of Miasma, finding someone who really wanted to hide was nearly impossible.

An artifact like this could be considered priceless and extremely valuable.

’Maybe I can fix it with the system analysis,’

"Can I take a look at the artifact? I might be able to fix it," he offered.

Draven was taken aback. He did not expect the young demon to say something so bold—or stupid. It wasn’t that he doubted his strength; it was more about his age.

Even his own son, who had invented the teleportation portals, studied for decades before daring to create something of that magnitude.

"You think you can fix it?" Draven shook his head. "We’ve spent decades trying to repair this thing without success. That’s why I’m willing to tell you about it—it’s pretty much junk right now."

"If it’s just junk, then why did you ask the others to leave?" Reign raised his eyebrows.

The Demon God let out a chuckle. "It’s exactly because of that reason. The morale of the other demons would drop if they knew we can’t fix this thing."

Reign frowned, crossing his arms as he considered his words.

"So, it’s all about appearances, then?" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Hiding the truth won’t help anyone in the long run."

Draven leaned back in his chair. "Sometimes those in power have to lie to maintain order. The only reason I told you about this is that you were an outsider before, so you’re not really attached to this alliance yet."

"So tell me," the Demon God said, his tone sharp. "Why did you really want to join?"

Draven’s question and change in tone caught Reign off guard. He had thought he had completely fooled the old man, but that was far from the truth.

"I want to find and kill Lilith. She took something important from me," he answered, mixing lies with truths.

"Kill her? And why would someone like you do that? After all, you’re the one who helped that devil in the first place," Draven let out a long sighed.

’Fuck, he knew !’

Before Reign could react, he felt his entire body lock in place, as if an invisible hand had seized him.

He tried to break free, but no matter how much strength he exerted, it was useless—the grip only tightened.

"Damn it, so you set me up!" Reign cursed aloud, frustration rising over as he struggled against the invisible grip.

"That’s quite a bold claim. I’m just being cautious after your impressive resume. You didn’t think I became the alliance head for no reason, did you?" Draven replied with an amuse look.

"I don’t really care about your position. All I know is that your a backstabbing piece of shit"

Hearing this, the Demon God started laughing. He couldn’t believe that someone like Reign actually spoke as if he were the victim.

"Boy, you really shouldn’t talk like that to your elders, "

"Let’s see, you’ve destroyed so many human cities, killed countless people, aided Lilith, and more... Did you know that the damage you caused in just two years is equal to what a demon would do in a thousand years?"

"That demon must either be an imbecile or, better yet, completely useless if it took a thousand years to accomplish all that," Reign retorted.

Draven’s smile widened. "Interesting. So instead of admitting your mistake, you believe it’s us who are wrong for imposing rules to not kill humans?"

"That’s right, you old man. Demons were created to kill humans, so I was just doing my part. You should be rewarding me instead of treating me like a criminal," Reign shook his head acting like he was in the right.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

In reality, he didn’t care about any of those purpose-driven ideals. He was simply venting his frustration by insulting the Demon God’s philosophy.

"Reward you? For killing humans? You really don’t understand the bigger picture, do you?" Draven leaned forward, his expression turning more serious.

"We’re not just mindless killers. There’s a balance to maintain, and your actions disrupt that. You might see it as doing your part, but all you’re doing is making it worst,"

Reign paused for a moment, realizing Draven resembled those typical leaders who only thought of themselves as right.

"Forget it. So what now? Are you going to kill me? If you are, just get it over with,"

In the worst-case scenario, he could always resort to a self destruct attack using his body and the divine beast. Even a demon god wouldn’t survive a combined force of four divine beings.

In addition, the damaged multiplier he had against demons would also work its magic in this closed room.

"Kill you?" The Demon God shook his head. "I’m not a violent person like you. I’m more of a pacifist."

"Then why do all of this? I already promised to work under the alliance, right?" Reign questioned, frustration creeping into his voice.

"To get my message through to you. You might think you’re strong and can do whatever you want, but in this world, there’s always someone stronger. So don’t do something you’ll regret in the future." Draven warned.

When those words echoed, the pressure around Reign vanished, but he still didn’t move, knowing he was far outmatched at that moment.

Seeing Reign’s silence, Draven’s demeanor shifted back to normal

"So now that’s over, how about we talk more about Lilith? Tell me what you know about her. If my information is correct, you worked with her for some time, right?"

"So that’s what you want to know," Reign sneered in contempt, finally realizing the old man’s plan.

This was actually an interrogation, and the Demon God was playing both the bad cop and the good cop at the same time.

"Don’t make it sound like I’m the bad guy here," Draven said, feigning innocence. "Just tell me what you know. After all, you’re part of the alliance now."

"And what if I’m actually Lilith’s spy? Like you said, I did work for her," Reign chuckled, his tone filled with sarcasm.

Instead of getting angry, Draven raised his index finger, revealing a ring with white gem resting on it.

"This thing allows me to tell if a person is lying and how strong their emotions are. When you said you wanted to kill Lilith and that she took something important from you, it reacted. This means not only were your words true, but you also genuinely meant to kill her."

"Pretty convenient tool," Reign remarked. "Is it safe to assume that each of those rings has different types of powers?"

"You’re right," Draven admitted. "These ten rings are the reason I have the title of the strongest."

"The strongest, huh?" Reign repeated.

That had been his goal since arriving in this world, and now he was face to face with the very person he needed to defeat to claim that title.

"Tell me, between you and Lilith, who do you think would win?"

The Demon God touched his chin, seriously considering the question.

It looked like he was weighing the strengths and weaknesses of both himself and Lilith.

"Before I answer that, do you know what is stronger than a Demon God?" Draven asked.

Reign was puzzled by the question. He knew there was a level above a Demon God, but even the system didn’t name it, so he couldn’t provide an actual answer.

"Nothing specific," he shook his head.

"That’s normal because, theoretically speaking, a Demon God is the peak of power. It’s not that you hit a limit once you get there; you can still grow, but the improvements become much slower and longer to gain,"

"Then does that mean Lilith, who is above the Demon God level, is stronger than you?" Reign inquired.

"If we’re just talking about our base power, then yes, I’m afraid I can’t beat her one-on-one. But..."

Draven paused and raised his hands, clenching them into fists until one of the rings glow.

In an instant, the entire room transformed, and they were teleported above the city for a split seconds before returning to their current location.

"But with my rings, I’m one hundred percent sure I can kill her," he declared with absolute confidence.

This wasn’t a statement born from ego; it came from his deep belief in his own power.

’Now I’m curious about what those other eight rings can do,’

Reign muttered to himself.

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Authors Note:

I only posted one long chapter today because I had some important matters to attend to. Thank you.

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