What!? Never seen a Demon King of Lust before?

At that same moment, however, hundreds, if not thousands, of cloaked figures appeared on the surrounding rooftops.

Each one wore robes of white, blue, red, or yellow, forming a ring around Asmodeus from every direction.

Some emerged from alleyways, others stepped out of nearby buildings, and a large majority burst forth from beneath the ground, clawing their way up through dirt and stone.

But the strangest part of all?

Every single one of them followed the exact same color scheme... white, blue, red, and yellow.

Asmodeus stood unfazed, unimpressed, his lips curling into a scowl.

"What is this supposed to be? A cult for clowns?"

As before, there was no answer.

Instead, all of the cloaked dolls rushed at him with supersonic speed, leaping forward in unison to swarm him.

But Asmodeus simply yawned, dodging every attack so effortlessly it was almost like he was playing with a group of kids.

In truth, he wasn't even standing there anymore.

He was already seated atop a cloud, exactly seven thousand meters above the chaos, watching the dolls fight his afterimage, an illusion he left behind thirty seconds ago after one-shotting the first doll.

They were being played.

And they didn't even realize it.

You see, Anastasia had already predicted their every movement. All Asmodeus had to do was follow her instructions and move at such absurd speed that it created the illusion of live animation.

He could sit back and watch a false version of himself toy with these Saint-class dolls from afar, as he already did the attacks, and the would land in a prophesize manner.

Each of these dolls was powerful enough to level a city in a single night. One alone could wipe out the majority of the students at the academy simply through raw speed. FirstpublishedonM|V|L!EMPYR.

But from Asmodeus's point of view?

It was like watching toddlers throw punches at the air.

And the disrespect wasn't over yet.

His afterimage had already defeated thousand of them, dodging, tricking, and making them crash into each other breaking them apart.

Seeing this, he began to speak to Anastasia.

"If this is the extent of the Braves power, I'm sorely disappointed. They send their creepy-ass dolls... and even they're weaker than Gorgo before I juiced her up with Demon King Azazel's skill."

He sighed.

"This is just sad. Alright, let's give this power a real test."

He turned southward, his gaze locking onto a towering mountain so tall it put even Everest to shame.

He grinned.

A perfect target.

So he began to float higher into the sky, soaring until.

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊!...

He slammed into something.

An invisible wall.

A barrier.

"...What the hell is this?...

Asmodeus said with a surprise expression on his face.

His neon-pink eyes analyzing the barrier before him.

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| Mirror World Reality Barrier |

- A dimensional boundary separating two realities. The space is not infinite in size, but stretching and expanding at an infinite rate. Each second, the gap between the previous and current reality increases, making the barrier effectively limitless.

| Reverse Space — The Mirror World |

- One of the Nine Authorities of the Divine Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge, Odin: this space, known as the Mirror World, is capable of replicating millions of higher-dimensional spaces, beyond the standard three dimensions, provided the host's mind can process and comprehend their structure. When utilized to its fullest extent, the Mirror World can stretch beyond even the conceptual boundaries of infinity

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Asmodeus's pupils narrowed in horror at the sight of the thing before him… but only for a moment.

"Ana!?...

He said both jokingly and seriously.

"Is there any way to break infinity?"

『𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞: The creator of this space is a Tier-7 existence nearing Tier-8. We can counter this with a combination of Time Stop + Processing. I'll stop the expansion of the space and analyze the structure fully. It is only planet-sized. If they truly meant to trap you, you would already be lost.

Suggestion: This might be a greeting... or a test. It is not uncommon for Gods to test mortals. The Old Zeniths are bored beings who do insane things for fun you know』

Asmodeus scoffed.

"Odin, huh, is it one of the God's that Asi went to meet?"

He pondered to himself, taking the possibility into consideration.

But he soon scoffed it off as he said.

"Sigh... First nigh-omnipotent humans, now literal gods. What's next, conceptual beings or some eldritch abomination from outside the omniverse?"

He rubbed his temple, annoyed more than alarmed.

But then his annoyance curdled into rage.

"Oi! Ms. Odin! God-lady, or whatever the fuck you are, this isn't funny anymore! This is a violation of my demonic rights as a sovereign being! I am Asmodeus Morningstar, the most satisfied existence! This prank? Should I take it as a declaration of war! You want smoke that bad? You dare trap me in this world?! I'll give you one warning, retract pursuit of me this instant, or you will become one of my many enemies I have yet to kill."

He spoke with ice-cold seriousness.

Then... a cheery voice echoed, from everywhere it would seem, the voice themselves had no origin, it just reverberate in every possible corner.

{Ohh~ YAY! How delightful! I've never experienced death before! I imagine it must be such a unique sensation!}

"...Egh. What is wrong with this crazy goddess?!...

Asmodeus said to himself, puzzled by this woman sudden outburst of questionable words.

And it only got worse from there on out.

{That's mean! You're going to hurt my feelings like that. I'm not crazy. Just... terminally bored}

Odin admitted, then continued.

{But your neon-pink eyes... those are the "Eyes of Truth," aren't they? The eyes that unravel the secrets of the universe. How envious}

"H-How do you know that?"

{I know many things. My sight reaches far beyond this world and many others. I see dreams, nightmares, the truth of creation... and even your soul. I am the all-seeing, all-knowing, all-spectating Mother of knowledge who dwells through all of Time and Space, and beyond even those, to know more about the world. And in this universe, only a handful could ever hope to defeat me, unless they're the Conceptuals, Gaia, or Ultimates like Michael or Pyyrah. I fear nothing else}

{With that said... Greetings, young Demon}

"So you know why I'm here?"

{Hahaha. I know everything about you. Damian Julian. Former human. Age 18. Raped 421 times. Sociopath. Psychopath. You flooded a world to bed a woman. You destroyed another world just by telling it to die. You killed Elsa, Uriel's daughter. Implanted your seed in the Flugel Queen's tree. You see humans as toys. You're charming, sure, but your soul? Is the definition of Rotten.

You want to return the world to the age of the Gods. And even now, as I lay bare every horrific truth about you... you're smiling. As a matter of fact, you don't feel a single guilt at all...Am I wrong? Of course not hahahah!!}

Silence, it has never been more prominent, as Asmodeus floated there baffled by the being that has imprisoned him here, as he say to himself.

"Hehehe... Just my Luck."