Prologue

For the first time in his life, Devil Commander Veritas trembled in fear . It was ironic that he who has been called ‘Commander of Terror’ by all, was terrified of a lesser lifeform . The source of his newfound fear was but a mere human; Humans were insignificant existences that could be killed with a single glance, but the one before him, wielding a massive hammer, was different . Just a bit TOO different .

Over a hundred Balrog Devils were strewn across the Demon Realm floor with their skulls split open . There hadn’t been any flashy skills or spells . That stupid **** hammered at and ripped apart all of the demons’ skulls with ease . This human, who effortlessly swept aside the guards, approached ever closer .

“W-what do you want? Human? I’ll listen to all of your…”

The massive hammer flew over like lightning and dealt a critical blow to the Devil’s goat-like skull . The Grand Devil of the Demon World’s Third Circle, Veritas’ eyes spun in separate directions .

Wham! Blam! Slam!

The torrent of blows continued, not stopping until every inch of the Grand Devil’s skull was completely flattened . The Devil perished and his army laid to waste . All that was left was the King of all Devils, Hethnius Max .

Sungchul Kim opened the gate with an insidiously inscribed hexagram, then turned towards the Devil King’s Citadel . However…

“Hm?”

On top of the blood-tinted throne was a long cold corpse . A hazy form appeared in front of the flabbergasted Sungchul . This was Hethnius Max in his ethereal form .

“Kehahahaha! You can’t kill me now! Wielder of Fal Garaz . ”

It was the ethereal form of the Devil King . He had voluntarily shed his corporeal form . The reason for this was simple; Sungchul was just too strong . However, there was still a limit to physical strength .

“You can’t kill me now . ”

Sungchul already knew this .

“…”

Physical attacks did not have any effect on ethereal targets . If the target was weak, a strong blow would be able to disperse them, but this was the Devil King . Other than a few high level spells, it could never deliver a mortal blow . Furthermore, Sungchul couldn’t use magic . Rather, he had never bothered to invest in magic . Not only did he dislike magic, he even hated magicians as much as he did the devils; This was the weakness the Devil King had taken advantage of .

“I may have lost my army, but as long as I, one of the Five Great Calamities survive, the extinction prophecy will still come to pass . As it stands, we may not be able to kill one another, but I can still crush the very world you stand upon . You may hate your own kind, but what could you ever obtain from a dead world, filled with nothing but monsters and demons?”

Listening to the taunting words of the Devil King, Sungchul thoroughly came to realize something .

‘I need Magic . ’