Demon Lord's Reincarnation

Nyarlom who sensed that his shadow wolves have died was smiling a scary wicked smile. He looked at the surrounding area where Amon suddenly disappeared and that terrifying-looking smile grew even wider.

"I underestimated this era's so called demons they aren't the pushovers I thought they were." Nyarlom chuckled as he looked at his bleeding hand and licked it. Even though he was superior to Amon in every possible way, the little demon was able to injure him and escape.

'Well, it doesn't matter if they're able to escape now... Hmm... I guess it was pretty foolish of them, it would've been better to die by my hands than to see what comes next. They should've accepted my gift of an easier death. Well, it doesn't matter anymore a few days from now the beginning of the show will start, and if they stay in this city they'll have front row seats." Nyarlom licked his lips as he was about to leave the Grand Mage's tower.

"Oh wait, even though it would be fun to see the reaction of the people if they see the dead demons and shadow wolves, it would ruin the grand surprise. I have no choice, better do some cleanup. First up let's clean the shadow wolves." Nyarlom lifted his right and started writing in the air, as he was writing ancient runes appeared before him. The whole room turned dark and some shadows got sucked into a small hole.

These shadows looked like the bodies of the shadow wolves that were killed. The street that was full of blood and littered with the dead bodies of the shadow wolves looked as it was before the fight began. After he was done cleaning up the Shadow Wolves mess, Nyarlom looked at the dead bodies of the demons.

Each one of these current generation demons had extremely mixed blood and their battle power was far inferior to the demons of the past. Nyarlom found it funny at how easy he killed a bunch of them.

'Looking back at it now I didn't really need to plan so extensively against such weak opponents. Even without doing that surprise attack, I would've won quite easily. The two that were able to escape were a little better than the others, and that's about it. I might have expected too much on a race that had the same name as my own. Well, I guess I can praise them for setting up my plans to start a tiny bit of chaos. Too bad most of them won't be able to witness the change of an era.'

Nyarlom shrugged his shoulders as he once again started to write ancient runes in the air, once he was done he pointed his finger at each and every dead body on the ground. After he pointed at them the bodies started to burn until nothing was left not even ashes.

'Okay cleanup complete. Now let's enjoy the tournament for the next few days. The moment when the humans are at the height of their joy will be the best moment to bring them misery to start of joyous chaos. Hmmm, just imagining their horror-stricken faces is getting me super excited.' Nyarlom smiled with a look of intoxication on his face. He happily left the Grand Mage's tower full of expectations.

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In a forest outside of the Serbek Kingdom's capital laid an injured Amon. He couldn't move a single muscle as he looked at the blue sky above him. Even though he was seriously injured Amon had a grin on his face.

'That was an awesome fight! If I didn't use the teleport scroll I got from Nero I would've been dead by now... Who knew that primordial demons were that strong...'

Amon held onto the hole that was near his heart, if the attack was just a few centimeters off he would've died instantly. Amon remembered the fight and knew that if Nyarlom hadn't underestimated him then it would've been over.

'The next time we meet in battle, I will make sure you'll never underestimate me again.' Amon felt his wounds slowly healing, it would take about a week before he can move about. The main problem now was the wound on his chest. If he focuses all of his mana on healing, it would lessen the time needed for the wound to heal, but he wouldn't have enough mana to defend himself.

'I guess I'm going to be stuck here for a while...'

...

On top of the roof of a random house, a golden-haired maiden was eating some peaches. She looked in the direction of the Grand Mage's tower and frowned.

'So there are more primordial demons in this city than I imagined, and that one seems even more dangerous than the one I just killed. I guess having a real body makes all the difference for primordial demons... Hmm... This might get a bit dangerous if more of them show up. I wonder what I should do about them?... The only reason I got involved last time was because of my disciple.' The golden-haired maiden took a bite of a peach and sighed.

'I'll just take a wait and see attitude for now. With the current restrictions on me, I can't really fight a primordial demon with his original body... Still, I wonder where that guy is, I even snuck out of the forest just to meet him and I can't even find a single trace of his figure only the rumors about him.'

When the golden-haired maiden remembered the rumors he heard about him, she couldn't help but giggle.

'It has been so long now, but he hasn't changed at all, not even a single bit. Still as arrogant and as carefree as ever, picking fights with everyone he sees. I can't wait to meet him again, there's so much we can talk about now.'

The golden-haired maiden smiled radiantly as the sun shone brightly on the world before her. It has been such a long time since she felt like this, wishing for tomorrow to come.