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Ikarys heard that and sneered: 'You shouldn't underestimate him. He's strong enough to hold out for a few minutes.'

'Hahahaha…' The man holding the sword burst into laughter: 'Holy Son, let's make a bet. If he lasts more than five minutes, I'll marry my daughter to you. If he lasts under five minutes, I hope you can grant me a high position in the Church.'

Ikarys glanced at Rakka, his eyes filled with disdain: 'Rakka, I told you I'd come back. Don't you remember?'

'Hahaha… This time, you won't be as lucky as before, you worthless mutt.'

Rakka looked at Ikarys, his face void of any emotion. His gaze remained calm—so calm that it unsettled Ikarys.

'No!' Ikarys roared in his heart. 'I can't let him die so easily. He must suffer unimaginable agony. He must beg me like a dog.'

'I am the protagonist of this world. I am the child of destiny. I am the ruler of all.'