“You bastards are...!” Just as Chaos recognized the demon earlier, he instantly recognized the group of demons that emerged from the bush. “Do you know them?” Shakiro asked. “They serve Lord Baroque, the younger brother of Lord Metatron.” Chaos did not hesitate to label Baroque’s subordinates as enemies. The conflict between Metatron and Baroque was no secret in the Demon Realm. Baroque coveted his father’s throne since childhood and had been at odds with Metatron for as long as anyone could remember. Over time, his influence steadily grew, eventually surpassing Metatron. While Metatron was being ridiculed as a reckless fool, Baroque was regarded as the suitable heir to the throne. With such bad blood between them, it was only natural for Baroque to be hostile toward Metatron. Of course, they were bound to settle their feud one day. Therefore, it was only normal that Baroque’s subordinates were Metatron’s enemies. “Ha! If it isn’t Metatron’s lapdog, Chaos!” At that moment, one of the demon warriors stepped forward and sneered at Chaos. “What are you doing here, Orca?” Chaos growled at the demon. “Why do you think we’re here?” Orca asked in response. Then, he flashed a grin and said, “We’re here to kill that wretch who tried to deliver some unnecessary news to you.” “Lady Anastasia is one of His Majesty’s royal guards. Have you truly lost your mind, Orca?” “One of His Majesty’s guards? Pfft!” “Sorry to disappoint you, Chaos. But that wench is no longer one of His Majesty’s guards. In fact, I am one of His Majesty’s guards! And do you know why?” “Because Vernas is dead!” Chaos was stunned by Orca’s words. Vernas was dead? But they received word from the Demon Realm just two days ago? Even if his health was rapidly declining, how could a demon lord die in just two days? “So... His Majesty passed...” Chaos muttered. “Sorry to disappoint you, but Lord Baroque had personally dealt with Vernas! And that stupid master of yours, Metatron, has been lured to the Seventh Domain by us!” Chaos was so shocked that he felt his vision spin. Baroque had finally gone through with it. He killed his own father, Vernas, and seized the throne. “N-No...” Chaos muttered, feeling his world crumbling at those words. “Hahaha! Our mission is to kill that wench who tried to escape and warn Metatron. But it seems we get to take care of you as well!” “You damned bastards...!” Chaos growled, gnashing his teeth. However, he was more concerned about Metatron, who was on his way to the Seventh Domain of the Demon Realm. Baroque had taken over the throne, which meant that Metatron was walking right into a trap and in grave danger. “Hehe! I never liked you, you know? Watching a pathetic low-ranking demon like you get to where you are just because you groveled at the feet of that fool, Metatron. That was a sight for sore eyes.” “If you are Metatron’s enemy, then that makes you my enemy as well,” Michael said, stepping forward. A chill ran down the spines of the demon warriors the moment Michael spoke. They found themselves paralyzed and frozen in place, as if they were in the presence of their natural predator. Before they even realized it, their bodies had grown stiff, refusing to listen to them. Michael held the title of Chief Archangel, and even Metatron, a high-ranking demon and the son of a demon lord, instinctively trembled in his presence even though they were on the same side. And now, this very former Chief Archangel was in the presence of mere ordinary demons. For Baroque’s subordinates, who were neither a demon lord nor their offspring, it was only normal for them to tremble uncontrollably in fear before Michael. “We must kill them all. They are traitors who have committed the ultimate sin of patricide. We cannot allow even one of them to live,” Chaos said firmly. “Is that so? Understood.” Michael nodded and began walking toward the demons. Despite seeing him approach, the demons were unable to move. They trembled uncontrollably, and it seemed as if they were about to faint at any moment. “Ughh... Kgh...! Gahh...!” “M-My body... it won’t... move... agh!” Because they were consumed by crippling fear, making it impossible for them to take even a single step. It took Michael less than a minute to wipe out all thirty of Baroque’s elite guards. Having already regained three of his wings during his journey, his combat strength was now on a monstrous level. Ordinary demons like the ones just now were no match against him, the former Chief Archangel. The moment Baroque’s subordinates all collapsed— “Talk! What happened to Lord Metatron?!” Chaos growled, grabbing Orca by the collar. “I... I don’t know either...” Orca groaned in response, barely clinging to life. “I said talk, you bastard!” “H-He’s already gone to the Demon Realm... Hehehe...! He fell right into Lord Baroque’s trap... and in the end, he’s destined to die a miserable... death...” “You damn piece of shit!” Chaos threw Orca to the ground in anger. “Is Metatron in danger?” Michael asked. “Yes, he is in grave danger,” Chaos replied. “Then what do we do?” “I have no choice but to... go and rescue my lord.” “But... If the Seventh Domain of the Demon Realm is now under Baroque’s control, then it is impossible for you to rescue him alone.” Michael was not wrong. Chaos had started out as a low-ranking demon. Even after growing stronger as Metatron’s most trusted subordinate, he never truly reached the level expected of a high-ranking demon. A low-ranking demon was just still a low-ranking demon. No matter how much he struggled, his fundamental limitations would still hold him back. Despite that, Chaos had said that he was going to rescue Metatron? It was absurd. He would be like an egg smashing against a boulder—no, an egg would have a better chance of smashing a boulder into pieces than him rescuing Metatron. “Yes, it is impossible for me...” Chaos replied, his expression bitter. He knew this cruel reality all too well. However, that only lasted for a second. “Even so, I must go. My lord is in danger, so how can I, as his vassal, simply stand by and do nothing?” “I will help you, too.” Michael and Shakiro extended their hands to Chaos. However, Chaos did not accept their offer so easily. “I appreciate your generosity but...” he hesitated. It was all because Metatron would never be able to ascend the throne if he ended up receiving help from Michael, the former Chief Archangel. Even if he survived this ordeal, his path to the throne could be permanently blocked. “Invading the humans is one thing... But I’m actually content with my current life. To be honest, Chaos, all this power struggle over the throne for the past two hundred years has been quite...” Chaos suddenly remembered Metatron’s words from the past. ‘I am my lord’s loyal servant. I don’t wish for him to ascend the throne and become the demon lord. I simply hope that he will live a happy life...’ Chaos thought. At first, he clung to Metatron, who was regarded as a fool by others, out of pure desperation. He knew that Metatron was a rotten rope, but he still grabbed him in hopes of climbing higher in rank. As a low-ranking demon, his path to success was severely limited, making Metatron his only hope for a better future. But now, things had changed... Chaos no longer cared whether Metatron ascended the throne and became the demon lord or not. He was happy just to serve alongside Metatron in the Proatine Kingdom as chamberlains in the royal palace. And they were quite happy and content with their current life as well... “Will you truly help rescue my lord...?” Chaos asked. Michael and Shakiro replied with a smile. “Then... we must first contact the kingdom before heading to the Seventh Domain of the Demon Realm as soon as possible,” Chaos said firmly. With that, he carried Anastasia on his back and hurriedly set off. Meanwhile, Siegfried was gathering Adventurers to carry out his quest, "the Holy Rescue Operation." Since this mission required them to infiltrate deep into enemy territory, it was only fitting that those who were unafraid of death, the Adventurers, would take it on. Siegfried first set his sights on Adrianople, which was one of the kingdoms along with Corinth, Zimbir, Hadashite, and Byblos to declare religious reformation and publicly persecute the clergy. Although he could travel there instantly using the Inzaghi’s Door Handle, he refrained from doing so, as it was simply too risky. If he recklessly opened a warp gate in the heart of Adrianople from the Proatine Kingdom, there was a risk that the enemy would immediately detect him. After all, there was a good chance that a passerby would notice it and report it to the soldiers. Thus, Siegfried chose to infiltrate Adrianople first and set up an escape route using the Inzaghi’s Door Handle. With about five hundred Adventurers at his side, Siegfried moved toward the outskirts of the capital of Adrianople. Once in position, they each entered the city in different disguises. Some posed as merchants, some as Adventurers seeking quests, and others as ordinary citizens. However, unlike the rest, Siegfried couldn’t simply sneak in unnoticed. “Kyuuu! You have to use the sewers, owner punk! There’s no way you can disguise yourself with that thing!” Hamchi stopped Siegfried just as he was about to approach the city gates. “Huh? What do you mean?” “You can’t just walk around wearing that pink bodysuit! The whole continent already knows about you! Kyuuu!” Hamchi indeed had a point. Word of the incident where Siegfried raided Michelangelo’s building had already spread across the entire continent. At this point, every single intelligence agency was already aware of him and his pink tight spandex. “Kyaaaa! Get your pink ass to the sewers! S.T.A.T.” “Hamchi will meet you in the city! Kyuuu!” With that, Hamchi left Siegfried and headed toward the city with the other Adventurers. “I’ll go on ahead...” “See you later, oppa.” “Good luck, hyung-nim.” “Stay safe, Tae-Sung.” Yong Seol-Hwa, Gosran, Seung-Gu, and Daytona said goodbye before disappearing into the city. Now left all alone, Siegfried wiped away a tear before heading for the sewers. He thought he could finally enter a city properly without sneaking through the sewer, but this damn pink bodysuit condemned to the most disgusting infiltration route possible. At that moment, a title appeared above Siegfried’s head, along with the buzzing of flies. [A title bestowed upon those who frequent the sewers.] [You might carry a lingering stench, but this title is incredibly useful!] [Effects: +50% Attack Power in Sewers, +30% Movement Speed in Sewers, Grant Nearby Allies +30% Attack Power and +10% Movement Speed in Sewers.] [Warning: You will emanate a foul stench for 10 minutes after leaving the sewer.] The moment he stepped into his favorite infiltration route, the effects of his title kicked in. Wiiiing... Willing...! Flies started swarming around him... A single tear rolled down his cheek before he dove into the dirty sewage. For some reason, he couldn’t help but think that this damned game held a personal grudge against him. It always found an opportunity to drag his reputation through the mud and make his life miserable. At this point, he was starting to get used to his misery. “Sigh...” Siegfried let out a sigh before skillfully descending into the sewers. He made his way toward the city, his speed simply astonishing. Thanks to his title, "Reality Stinks," his Movement Speed increased by thirty percent while in sewers, allowing him to move faster than anyone else. As he moved forward... Another title effect kicked in. Siegfried was surprised as he glanced at the title that had activated out of nowhere. And it was all because... [A title given to those who had obtained a lot of treasures] [Effect: +50% Chance of finding treasure rooms.] The title that kicked in was none other than "Treasure Hunter."