"Why are you not doing anything?" Devon asked the man standing a few meters away from him on a mountain.

The sovereign chuckled responding to Devon\'s question. "Why should I? For all I know, this is a world where the strong rules over the weak ones."

"It every man for himself."

The funny thing was even as Devon stared at the brutal scene with a frown on his face he did not make any attempt to go over there anymore. And his action made a smile appear on the sovereign\'s face

"Kid, why don\'t you go rescue them yourself." He stated, placing his hands behind his back.

Devon\'s body shook, he tried taking a step forward, but he couldn\'t. Regardless of how much effort he put into it, he couldn\'t go there.

"Just like I thought. The only reason why you want to save them is that you feel compelled to do so, and not because you want to."

"Deep down, you don\'t really care about them. You want to go there because you think it\'s the right thing to do." The sovereign said.

Devon shook his head at the sovereign\'s words, clearly in denial of his claims. "That\'s a lie." Devon raised his voice.

The sovereign\'s mouth formed an \'O\' shape, he chuckled once again looking at the innocent youth in front of him. "Why don\'t we make a bet?"

"About what?" Devon inquired.

"If you move from that position to go rescue those people, I Sebastian of the house of prophecy promise to be your slave for the rest of my life." The sovereign said, placing his hand on his glabella

In the underground world, placing a hand on his or her glabella was very dangerous. They were not individual who was going to allow the touching of his or her glabella.

It had made meaning. One of them is that it could be used as a form of slave seal or a puppet seal. While in this skill or was an oath.

Oath making was very, very dangerous because whosoever makes an oath and breaks it, only death was awaiting such a person. Not also ruling out that if one makes an oath and fails to accomplish it, the result was still death.

Even gods couldn\'t escape the predicament. This was why it was rare to find anyone willing to go into oath-making, knowing how dangerous it was.

"And what if I can\'t move? What do you get?" Devon asked.

"Not too much, just that little demon slayer katana of yours." The sovereign stated his demands, like requesting for the demon slayer katana wasn\'t a big deal.

Devon looked at the mountain he was standing on and then shifted his eyes towards to the vicious scene in front of him. He frowned deeply as he found it hard to believe that he couldn\'t move away from this mountain.

"Did you place any restrictions on this mountain that can stop me from leaving this place?" He asked.

"No, there is nothing wrong with the mountain, but it is just like I told you before. You don\'t care about their life." The sovereign said.

"We have a bet, then."

Devon sighed, he then took a step forward successfully. A smile appeared on his face, realizing that the sovereign claim was false.

But the most shocking thing happened when he realized that he wasn\'t capable of taking the next step. It was like his left leg was glued to the ground.

Shortly after, his body began to tremble, and strange thoughts were beginning to form on his mind. The only thing he could think of was why did he have to go save someone?

When he needed someone, no one was there for him. When his mom died, who supported him? What about when his dad tortured him day and night? Everything he had accomplished was by his own hard work.

So if he could work for everything he had, what was stopping the others from doing the same.

Even though he had a little bit of assistance from someone, it was only because of his luck. And it definitely wasn\'t his fault if others weren\'t as lucky as he his.

Was he selfish? Was he self-centered? Devon couldn\'t deny any of this claim anymore since there were true.

Several thoughts were going through his head. It was akin to the Devil\'s whisper.

"Why?!!!!!!!!!" Devon yelled.

However, the sovereign gave him no answer to his question, instead, he stretched out his hand.

At first, Devon felt very reluctant to bring out the weapon, but eventually, he brought the demon slayer katana out from his storage ring and threw it to the man. A bet was a bet, and he lost.

The sovereign gladly accepted the weapon that flew to his hand. He stared at it with complete adoration in his eyes. And in the blink of an eye, the katana disappeared away from him.

"My master and the dominator believe these changes happened because Of the deal you made with the Devil." the sovereign did, but with the look in his eyes, there was clearly more to it.

As much as Devon tried to hide how anxious he was before the eyes of the sovereign, his actions were silly.

*BOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!*

The killing intent enveloped Devon like a tsunami. This amount of intent was the most terrifying one Devon had ever witnessed in his life.

Compared to this killing intent, the man Devon loathed the most couldn\'t hold a finger.

Devon felt like the killing intent was going to shred him apart and for the first time since he had arrived in this world, he felt danger, even though it wasn\'t from the killing intent but the man himself.

The sovereign eyes which were black before had turned red. And a huge red halo in the shape of a giant holding a huge spear appeared. With the appearance of the halo, it was said the already intense killing intent had increased by tenfold.

In the face of danger, Devon\'s body was shivering, but his heart was calm and steady.

Devon stared directly into the sovereign eyes, not avoiding any eye contact. He was beginning to look at this man in a new light.

For a man to possess this astonishing amount of killing intent, who could tell what he had been true. Considering how killing intent was developed in the first place.

"While my master and the dominator believe it because of the agreement you had with the Devil. I believe it is more than that because there is something very odd about you."

A bridge began to form between the two, who were standing on a mountain. The sovereign walked towards Devon, and the killing intent which was already terrifying in the first place began to increase with each step he took.

While the red, huge halo on his back was growing larger also with each stride he took.

Devon stood still as the sovereign got closer to him.

"They assume you to be the son of prophecy, but I don\'t think you\'re the son of prophecy." The sovereign who was already standing at Devon\'s front said.

He then grabbed Devon\'s neck, strangling him and lifting him up in mid-air." Instead of being the son of prophecy, I believe you\'re the son of destruction, The one who is said to destroy the world because of the hatred he harbors inside him."

"And from what I\'ve seen in the last months, those devilish descriptions fit you perfectly."

"So tell me, Devon, why should I not kill you." The sovereign tightened his hand which was already on Devon\'s neck, therefore, increasing the pressure on him.

While his red eyes were beginning to glow.. Seeing how intense the situation was, the sovereign was really planning on killing Devon.