The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 17: Dark Storm Brewing (part 2)

"Just what kind of monstrosity have we awakened?"

What would his grandmother do? What would the Ashen Emperor do?

His mind raced, trying to find a way to overcome this seemingly impossible wall! Yet, before him was an insurmountable opponent! They never stood a chance in the first place!

"First, I need to send them to safety! Yes! Afterwards, I can deal with the rest! A king without trusted advisors is nothing." Just like the Ashen Emperor said in the books, looming over the defeated heavenly king who lost everything by recklessly discarding their servants!

"I can't lose them!"

Concentrating his power, magical circles bearing his family's crest appeared under his legs. Magical pentagrams bore strange runes, encompassing all his fallen comrades. Yet, before the transfer process could start, he felt a jolt of electricity in his hand, breaking the process before it could even begin.

"Ugh! Wha-What was this!?" He started to panic! Just what the hell was this!? How come the emergency escape magic didn't work?!

"Oh! Look at that; want to escape? What a pity."

Is this man doing this?! What kind of monster?! Is he just playing around? Yes, it became obvious after he dispatched his group with ease.

"I read about magic that can block dimensional movement. But my family long ago developed our magic so we can bypass this restriction! Our emergency escape seals were developed just for this! How come he can still block it?!"

"I must admit, you surpassed my expectations."

No! He mustn't panic! Above all, he can't relent, neither turn and run. He is not willing to leave behind his comrades!

"Oh! So you still wish to fight?" Raised his brow the servant, almost mocking.

"How should I run when so much is at stake?"

His body trembled. All his rage, shame, and pride bubbling up at once! But above all, fears the unknown dread he is just facing posed! The thought that he may lose his friends, servants and family did not allow the boy to escape!

"I can't run..."

He was a proud devil noble! Son of the mighty Paimon clan! The descendant of the Siren Witch of Apocalypse! The hero of the Great War and the Devil Civil War!

He is the one who is destined to be the next dark lord! He will not lose! He will overcome! This is just a new challenge that will prove he is worthy! Overcoming this monster, his power will grow to a new height! He will surpass even his legendary grandmother, the Maou, and even the Ashen Emperor!

"Regardless, it is clear who will be the victor." Spreading his arm, on his sweat-drenched face, the grin was forced, sprouting his two pairs of mighty wings from his back again!

An aura of demonic might emerged from his body, fuelled by his rage and dwelling terror; he started to float!

"Is that so?" Rorschach tilted his head, seemingly not intimidated by this presentation. He was almost looking too entertained compared to whom he was facing.

"Bow down and be spared. You proved yourself worthy to join my servants. Resist, and you shall be annihilated!" Pointing at him, Dominus' fingertip materialised a black fireball, lingering and waiting to be launched.

"The [Black Flames of Abyss]? Interesting seeing that skill here."

"So you know about this ability. Then you should also know no mortal or immortal can escape its touch! All those this cold embrace reaches will be banished into nothingness!" Subtly, he used his magic to materialize some [Shadowy Hands], pulling his unconscious servants farther.