Hello." At that moment, the white-haired figure stopped and smiled at him. "My name is White Reaper, and it is an honour to finally meet you. Mr Overlord." He then extended his hand in his direction. Hmmm..." Staring at the hand that reached out for him, Edward didn't immediately take it. Rather, he continued to carefully scrutinize the individual in front of him. 'He's not simple...' That was the conclusion he came up with after carefully examining him. p Raising his head, their eyes met. "White Reaper, right?" "...Yes, that's my name." "What a peculiar name..." Lowering his head, Edward's eyes paused on his extended hand. At that moment, he was astonished to discover two small words written on his index finger. [Play along] Closing his eyes, Edward's face remained stoic. Although he was surprised, he knew better than to show his outer emotions. Taking his eyes away from the hand, he glanced at the individual in front of him. Once their eyes met, the ends of the White

"Huff huff." White reaper huffed and panted heavily as he woke up. * While everyone focused on the empty grounds below, the crowd cheered raucously throughout the arena. Everyone's attention was focused on a certain devil as she stood in the middle of the arena with a bright smile on her face. Opening her mouth, she emitted a sweet, seductive voice that filled the arena. [For today's match on our left side we have Deathbringer, the current Emperor of the King bracket.] As she spoke, the gate on the left side opened, and a devil appeared from the other side of the arena. Seeing bat wings splayed across his back and a frame so enormous that it even put some orcs to shame, the crowd became even more enthralled. "Kill!" "Destroy that elf!" "You better make me something you traitor!" As he stopped in the middle of the arena, he did not bother to look at the crowd. Despite being a devil, he had no sense of attachment toward them. Rather, he despised them with all his being. As h

Drip. Drip. Drip. Trying to comprehend what had happened, the Duke's head rose and fell repeatedly as he stared at his right chest. Throughout the silence, the white reaper's mouth opened. "…What a pity." A fluke. A simple and miraculous fluke. 'It's the only way to explain it…' The Duke thought as he kept denying the reality that was presented before his eyes. There was simply no way for someone whose rank was weaker than his to be able to hit him. Impossible! Although he was suppressed, he was still a Duke-ranked demon. A Duke-ranked demon! An existence that was supposed to stand at the apex of all worlds. A figure who had the ability to squash Counts with a simple wave of his hand. …Or at least that was how things were supposed to be. Drip. Drip. But, as he heard the sound of his d dripping toward the ground, he started to question this notion. 'How is this possible?' His only memory was moving one step before feeling a sharp pain on the right side of his body. Ra

His body twitched with annoyance as the white reaper felt his other's emotions run down his body. The Duke's resistance irritated him. "It's funny how you think you can do something to me now that we're both in the same ranks again. You couldn't do anything when we were of the same rank before, yet you think a small power-up would make a difference?" his fingers pressed against Duke Azenoch's arm as he squeezed his hand. The Duke's face changed, but his hand continued to squeeze before it compressed it completely and he was able to close his hand into a fist. White reaper could feel the bones of the demons crush inside the palm of his hands. "Don't annoy me any further." Pulling his hand back, the hand tore off of the Duke's body and blood began to slowly spill out. his other self glanced at the torn-up hand for a brief moment before throwing it behind him, only to see it stop mid-air and fall at the same pace time was moving at. The same could be said for the blood as it rema

Slowly, cuts started appearing all over his body. For the next minute or so, Reynold was slowly but surely being driven towards a corner. To the spectators, it looked as though he was about to lose.But."Tsk."He suddenly clicked his tongue. Almost instantaneously, a tremendous hue wrapped around his daggers.Taking a step forward, his body suddenly melted into the darkness.SHIIIIING!Appearing right in front of them, Reynold thrust his daggers forward as he performed an odd combo. His first strike was a powerful strike that shot up like lightning, followed by consecutive strikes that could seemingly sever rivers.With each strike, the dagger's pattern became more and more eccentric. At one point, one of the daggers followed a path that was similar to that of a snake. Almost impossible to predict.Under the barrage of attacks, Aerin and Nicholas both cooperated and tried their best to defend themselves against Reynold's weird attacks.However, they knew that they were once again at