Dante leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear as they continued their slow, clumsy dance."Because," he murmured, "every time you're near me, I feel a sharp tension in the air... like a dagger drawn but never thrown."Freya blinked up at him, surprised."You've never looked at me like the others do. Not with awe, not with desire, or even hate, but with challenge. You’re not trying to impress me. You’re trying to defeat me." Dante felt it first during the tournament. He felt the battle intent from Freya, but to his greatest shock, Freya actually stepped away. Then now at the party, he felt it also. Though he has no idea that Freya was using her clairvoyance ability, he still felt the intent. This shows Freya how frightening Dante truly is.Freya’s lips twitched. “You talk too much.”“And you’re not denying it.”She looked away, cheeks pink again. “I just want to land one hit," she murmured under her breathDante laughed—a deep, genuine sound that caught Freya off guard.“I

While Dante continued to grow stronger in the shadows, the rest of the world simmered with tension. A storm was brewing—and at its eye was an unexpected gesture from the most feared being across the realms: the Demon King.Exactly one month after the Multiversal Tournament ended, the Demon King, Mikhail, sent out invitations to all five realms. But these weren’t ordinary missives to monarchs and noble houses. No—these letters found their way into the hands of high-ranking dignitaries, renowned warriors, influential scholars, and even a few rogue leaders of hidden clans. It was as though the demon realm had been watching the other realms far more closely than anyone realized.What shocked the world even more was Mikhail’s sudden change in stance. He began offering aid to regions ravaged by demon invasions. When rogue demons attacked isolated villages or strategic outposts, it was Mikhail's forces—loyal and disciplined—that arrived to destroy the rogue factions. He called them “strays”

The air was thick with anticipation.From a safe distance atop a cliff overlooking the training grounds, Freya, Lucian, Toma, and Queen Betsy stood in tense silence. Below them stretched a vast, rugged field—flatland bordered by towering cliffs and dense wildwoods. It had been chosen specifically to endure destruction. None were certain it would survive what was about to unfold.At the center of the field stood Dante and King Magnus.Dante’s hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, his black cloak fluttering in the wind. His gaze never wavered from the towering figure before him. Magnus stood like a mountain—arms folded, golden mane cascading over his broad shoulders, amber eyes calm and unreadable.Dante moved first.He vanished in a blur of dark mist—Omnipresence Footwork—and reappeared behind Magnus in a flash, sword already mid-swing, the blade coated in swirling void energy.Void Rend.Steel screamed through the air.Magnus didn’t move. His arm shot backward like a whip, cat

With four peak-level powerhouses raiding the dungeon, it felt almost like a walk in the park. The challenge was so underwhelming that they found themselves disappointed, questioning whether it was truly an S-rank dungeon at all.After the raid, Dante decided it was time to visit his mother. Since their relocation, he hadn't seen how they had settled in. Before he could leave, Freya managed to approach him and gently tried to persuade him to stay, mentioning that the girls would be visiting soon. But he apologized with a warm smile and promised to see them later.Dante felt a twinge of guilt for leaving, but his heart yearned to see his mother.Not long after Dante departed, the ladies arrived—this time with an unexpected addition."Vida, Aria, Celeste, Sylvia, you guys are here!" Freya greeted them, her smile brightening as she approached. Though they had initially united through their shared interest in Dante, the bond between them had grown deeper. They were now best friends."Yes,"

The sky above the Demon Realm burned with an eternal red hue, as if the clouds themselves were soaked in blood. Jagged mountains pierced the horizon, and rivers of black lava flowed like veins through the cracked earth. The air tasted of iron and ash, humans wouldn't want to live here for long.And yet, within this unforgiving land, Demon King Mikhail had forged a kingdom.In the heart of a vast obsidian fortress carved into the side of Mount Korvax, Mikhail sat on his throne. His crimson eyes surveyed the grand hall, draped in banners depicting his sigil: the head of a bull with a flaming horn. Unlike his predecessors, who ruled through raw dominance alone, Mikhail had brought structure, laws, hierarchy, and alliances. He had transformed a world of chaos into a nation.Demons had always followed the strongest, and for centuries, that had meant endless war, brother slaying brother for a fragment of power. But that had changed when Mikhail and the rest killed the last demon lord.Yet M