“Knock Knock!” Mylos knocked on the door so boldly that he stunned a silent Karen who stood besides him. She compared his actions now to his reaction earlier, wondering where his earlier hesitation to even stand metres away had gone. Alissa remained silent. She didn't know why, but she was never interested in speaking unless Mylos said otherwise and just like the feeling of loyalty she had towards him, it was difficult for her to understand this as well. After three seconds of wait, there was a clamour inside the building then the sound of someone running down the stairs. After two more seconds, someone finally got the door dragged open to welcome the visitors. The woman had long black hair, a symmetrical face that was extremely similar to Karen's, and ink black eyes that gleamed in a soft light. She wore a welcoming smile on her face as she saw Mylos and Alissa behind Karen. "Mother!" Karen ran into the woman's arms. Mylos just watched in silence, the powerful Hero

"He was swept away by its tail… Thrown off balance just a second from cutting down the vicious beast…” Mylos sat down with his eyes closed. Listening to Alissa as she read the book, he let himself collapse into a state of absolute concentration. Pieces of paper and dust was cast into the air by his aura, swirling around him slowly. What can his chaos energy do? As a demon, his energy was the core of all his abilities. The energy he cultivated in himself powered his demonic arts, it allowed Mylos to unleash attacks beyond the capabilities of other demons. It allowed him to warp the space around himself, to tear through surfaces without making contact. It allowed him to practice what humans called “mana”, giving the power to utilise his chaos energy for an arsenal of new abilities. "The unbalanced knight struggled to get on his feet. A feeling of doom loomed over him as the beast marched towards him, it's eyes bright red with bloodlust…" Mylos frowned. He'd read somewher

“Knock Knock.” Everyone paused, turning in the direction of the door. The closest to the door were Mylos and Alissa, and they exchanged cold looks. Mylos rose to his feet calmly, approaching the door. Before he could reach the door, Karen ran past him at a fast speed. He walked forward calmly, watching as she dragged the door open carelessly. As it opened his pupils narrowed to needle points. A familiar tail burst into the room through the open door, stabbing in his direction. In an instant, he grabbed the tail, sliding back as a vicious light flashed in his eyes. Of course, it did not take them a long time to track them. “Bang!” the door that led to the study upstairs burst open, and Aysla rushed out. Arthrax follows behind her with his hand in pockets, observing the scenery with cold eyes. His gaze hovered over the frozen Karen, who had fallen on her butt from shock — and grew icier. “Mylos…” the receptionist made her appearance, stepping into the room with a mad grin on her

Aysla leaped forward at high speeds, reaching for Lisa’s neck her right hand. As she did this, a lot of codecs were formed behind Lisa — all pulsating in a unique red glow. They formed into a massive net that collapsed upon Aysla’s frame at fast speeds. “Heh.” Aysla grinned and her figure flickered. In the next instance, her claws were only moments away from rending Lisa’s neck. As Lisa stepped back to dodge, her claws missed her neck — tearing through her cheeks without obtaining a solid grip. Arthrax ran to finish off the deal, his sword glinting in a cold light as he swung it around, aiming to slice Lisa in halves. Lisa only grinned in response, all her codecs formed a walls before her as the hero’s sword landed. There was a bright explosion of light as she was pushed back. “Take your stupid fight…” Arthrax frowned as he glared down upon the retreating Lisa, “Another place!” he dashed forward, vanishing in thin air as the tails — codecs — stabbed in his direction. He appeared b

A week had passed since Mylos used his refined chaos energy — mana — to reanimate the dead bodies of the weird cult that had attacked him. They were very resistant at first but he manipulated a few into helping him convince the others of how beautiful his vision was. Most thought that they would get promoted to high places when the victory over the church was secured — such fools, it was no wonder why they remained dead. The most resistant remained Lisa, she tried so hard in resisting but failed. The harder he trained, the weaker her resistance. Mylos held his blade calmly, swinging at the space before him. He swung from different angle, his movements slow and steady. Time and again, he would channel chaos energy into his blade and then rip through the space before him in a single stroke — a beta technique he steadily refined. He trained in the forests — a vast expanse of tall trees and alluring greenery. Mylos enlisted it in his training process to not harm any trees. It was a me