Chapter 121: Scrolls In Hand!

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Novak stood with a mocking smile, watching the man before him—Kong, who struggled to get this far. Yet, there was no mercy in Novak's heart.

Kong was no saint. Before the apocalypse, he exploited connections to act without consequence, and after the collapse of society, he became a brutal warlord, committing atrocities without hesitation. In both lives—before and after the world fell apart—Kong remained a vile individual.

Taking advantage of this man didn't trouble Novak in the slightest.

The demon known as Orlando, towering and imposing, shifted its gaze toward Novak, its expression wary:

"Human, what are you planning to do?"

The demon spoke in its own tongue, a language not known to most humans. Demons, like devils, angels, elves, and goblins, were ancient species from legends. Though often driven by bloodlust and rage, demons were not mindless. They had their own languages, their own cunning.

But to the demon's shock, Novak responded in its own tongue, his voice steady and cold:

"Kill you. Then enter the abyss."

The demon paused, visibly surprised. A human who understood and spoke the language of the abyss? It was unheard of.

"Then die!" the demon roared, its warrior instincts kicking in, as its blood surged with the heat of battle. Like most demons, Orlando didn't retreat even when gravely weakened. Any other creature would have run by now—but demons charged forward, driven by their primal nature.

Novak merely smirked. This demon, a warrior? In the demon hierarchy, warriors were among the lowest ranks, barely worth noting. Once a being reached level 10, it could undergo a job change. Even gods followed this path.

This low-level demon was hardly worth his concern.

Kong, bloodied and weakened, watched the scene unfold, his emotions a chaotic whirlpool of fear, anger, and disbelief. He recognized the figure before him all too well.

That robe—dark green—and the mask with piercing eyes. It sent a chill down his spine.

He had seen those eyes countless times in video guides.

It's the White Emperor himself!

Kong trembled, overwhelmed with frustration. They had been so close to killing the demon, just a little more, and victory would have been theirs! But now, everything was slipping away, and he knew exactly who was to blame.

As if to confirm his worst fears, the demon warrior, Orlando, charged at Novak—only to be swiftly kicked, the force sending its towering body flying like a ragdoll into the mountain wall. The impact left the demon crumpled in a heap, and silence filled the battlefield.

Kong knew its fate—Orlando was dead. And the voice of the universe confirmed it:

[The demon warrior Orlando is dead. Mission complete.]

[You have received your reward: a copy of Common's demon bloodline (A-level), Experience Points...]

The rest of the notification faded into irrelevance. What had once seemed so valuable now felt meaningless in the face of death. Kong's gaze locked onto Novak, who casually approached the dead demon, looting items from Orlando's lifeless body.

Novak seemed utterly indifferent to the chaos and loss around him. He picked up two items, slipped them into his pack, and turned to face Kong and his remaining men, a cold smile on his lips.

Kong, acting the part of a survivor, quickly shifted his expression to one of relief and gratitude. Like a well-trained actor, he played the role of a man who had narrowly escaped death.

"Brother, thank you! Without your help, we'd all be dead. You saved our lives!" he said, his voice filled with exaggerated appreciation.

Novak, however, was far from fooled. He knew this man too well, having lived through these events once before. Kong had always been a master manipulator, able to shift allegiances at the drop of a hat. But Novak wasn't about to let a wolf like Kong live this time.

With a chilling smile, Novak responded, "But I took your kill, didn't I? Got a lot of good stuff from it too."

He pulled out a scroll, its black light shining ominously, and continued with a mocking tone, "Do you know what this is? The job transfer scroll for the S-class profession—'Demon Hunter'!"

Kong's composure faltered. Despite trying to hide it, his eyes betrayed his greed and resentment.

"Boss, you saved us. Those items are rightfully yours," he replied, struggling to keep his voice calm.

Novak's grin widened. "Really? But I think you're not convinced. You think this stuff should be yours, don't you?"

"No... No, I don't!" Kong stammered, though the truth was plain to see.

Novak stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Kong's. "I don't believe you. And I live by one rule—leave no loose ends."

In that instant, Kong's survival instincts kicked in. Desperate, he downed the reward he had just received, hoping it would save him. But it was too late.

Before the demon blood could take effect, Novak moved with lightning speed. His enhanced body, transformed by the Blacklight virus, was far beyond anything Kong could handle. He wasn't just a host for the virus—he was its master.

With a swift motion, Novak's hand closed around Kong's throat, lifting him off the ground. Black and red tendrils of the virus crept across Kong's body, consuming him as the rest of his men looked on in horror.

In the blink of an eye, Kong, once a feared tyrant, was no more. His life, his ambitions, all ended by the hands of Novak.