A glint of aura flowed into Zell's body—thousands of creatures died to his Ars Magna.
However, he no longer needed the system to understand the changes in his body, rather he could visualise the increase.
His former strength limited to the world under the control of the gods and demons who enjoyed their lives in another realm.
No longer burdened by past lives, or other existences' desires.
He became Zell Delacroix, nothing more and nothing less.
"I want to see Rika... the promise I made to her, to the other women I summoned."
Despite his anger towards Astra, the things she told him were the truth.
How could he expect to overcome his enemies when Zell never fulfilled his promises to the women he supposedly loved?
'I am such a hypocrite.'
No, those thoughts were stupid—he shouldn't blame himself.