Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

The demon felt like crying, realizing he had actually met the true definition of evil and wickedness.

"Now, demon, time to get to work, and fill me in about how your realm works."

"Yes, ma," the demon remained as polite as ever, the agonizing screams of his folks still echoing in his mind.

"The demon realm is made of the saved and the unsaved. The saved live under the grace of the demon god and in the civilized part of the demon realm. The unsaved are savages who have refused the demon god's mercy and are rebellious, forcing the demon god to cast them to the wilderness, the place for the outlaws where true chaos occurs in the demon—" The demon dropped down to the floor, its HP completely bottomed out, causing Scarlett to enter battle-ready mode.

"I don't think you would like to listen to the version of the demon world that holds more lies than truth."

An unknown being walked toward Scarlett.

"And who exactly are you?" Scarlett asked, annoyed that her tour guide was killed.

"Me? No one of relevance, just someone that wishes to help you. You sure do know how to invade a realm without bothering to hide your mana signature. Perhaps you wish to destroy the entire demon realm alone?" the unknown being asked, walking toward Scarlett, unbothered by her attack stance.

"If you want to avoid trouble, you should follow me. I will take you to safety," the unknown being said, pulling the hood across his face down.

"You... you are human?" Scarlett asked, surprised.

"For the most part of it. There is some demon blood in my veins, a percentage that doesn't make me quite human. Half-human, half-demon will suffice, I believe," the unknown man answered.

"Follow me," he requested, walking away.

Scarlett stared at the retreating man before shrugging her shoulders and following him. The worst that could happen? She fought, she won, or she retreated, she told herself, prompting her to follow closely.

"My lord, we lost some demon knights," the butler of the demon lord informed him.

"How?" Demon Lord of Gluttony, Beelzebub, asked while feasting on a sumptuous meal. A large steak of meat in his hand, he ate voraciously, not a single care for table manners—one would think he had been starving for years.

"My lord, they were following the trail of the half-demons."

"Ha, those damn demon hunters. How annoying. To think they actually dare to hunt us in our realm! Send the elite knights after them. It's time we put them in their place!" Beelzebub commanded, the majority of his attention still on the food.

"Yes, my lord!" The butler bowed before leaving.

Beelzebub—two large horns, large demon wings, and a fat body, his stomach as big as a drum—would make one believe he was incapable of doing anything due to his overweight frame. But anyone who saw the demon lord in action would realize how grossly wrong that assumption was.

"Now, continue from where the demon left off. This time, the straight truth without any lies."

"The demon realm is divided into parts—the wilderness, where those who fought with the Firstborn Demon and his first children were banished. After the war, they refused to bow their heads to the new demon god. Well, some of them—their ancestors did, actually—causing the demon god to cast them into the wilderness."

"I don't get it. Demons should be extremely cruel, so why didn't he just kill them off?"

"That demon would have told you the spread lies that the demon god was merciful to his own kind—blah, blah, blah. But the truth? He needs them. The demons still believe in the Firstborn Demon, well, some of them do now, and that reverence creates faith power that is converted to divinity for the First Demon, which the demon god siphons to grow stronger."

"Those in the wilderness—why don't they work together to fight against the demon god? Or are they that weak?" Scarlett asked.

"It's not that they are weak, well, not all of them. There are some monstrous demons in the wilderness that could cause great mayhem in the demon realm, but after losing the war, they retreated to the wilderness, never to be seen again. Another reason the wilderness has never been attacked by the demon god. The third? The wilderness still contains the aura of the First Demon and his second children, the Ancients. The demon god and his entourage attacking there would be met with great opposition from the aura. Do not look down on the aura of the First Demon—it is enough to crush 99% of the entire world, the Celestial Realm included," the unknown man continued his explanation.

"Now, in the civilized part of the demon realm, we have the demon god as the ultimate leader. Under him are the seven demon lords, the fourth-generation children of the First Demon. Except for Lilith, the Demon Lord of Lust. She, along with the demon god, is part of the first-generation children of the First Demon. The Ancients are the second, but most sources refer to them as the first, with very few knowing the truth about Lilith and her brother being the true first-generation demons.

"The third-generation children live in the wilderness, neutral in their stance over the demon god and the Firstborn Demon. After the war, they remained sitting on that fence, never joining any side," the unknown man paused, signaling for Scarlett to come over, then hiding behind a building.

"Observers," the unknown man said, pointing at demonic creatures with bat wings and a single large eye.

"Wait here while I take them down," the unknown man said.

They were at the outskirts of the Gluttony Clan, which was heavily guarded by knights from the Glutton Clan. The Observers were trained demonic creatures used as watchmen due to their great visual abilities.

The unknown man moved stealthily toward one of the Observers. Unsheathing a small dagger, he stabbed the Observer at lightning speed before it could react and signal the knights, stabbing through its big eye and killing it.

But he had miscalculated—he hadn't accounted for one more Observer.

"Shit," he muttered, knowing he would be too slow to silence the Observer before it screamed and signaled the knights.