Main Character Hides His Strength

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‘That attire…?’

Willie, whose eyes were drawn to the corpse’s face due to the familiar outfit it wore, was beyond shocked with what he saw.

“Odrias Sikoro!”

His former comrade and most trusted subordinate was in the middle of being pecked to pieces by a white feathered avian chick.

“This bastard!”

Willie flipped out.
Just who was Odrias to him? He was the most loyal of followers and the first to swear allegiance to Willie, of whom everyone had looked down upon for being a summoned; Odrias had fought with his back pressed against Willie’s in countless battles.
It was such a tight relationship that he had stuck him with his pathetic son even after the man had retired as the boy’s mentor.
It might have been more odd for him to retain his calm after seeing such a man being pitifully pecked apart by some chicken.

Willie grew furious and booted the young chick that was pecking at the corpse.

“Bawk bawk!!”

The avian bounced away like a ball until it hit the floor, then thrashed about a bit and died.

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“How dare a fucking chicken try to eat my comrade’s corpse.”

It was an immediate reflex that occurred before his head had time to think.
People had known him to be selfish, but he was also known to take care of his own.

But due to his actions, the previously calm burial chamber began to stir.
The mood of Marakia, the King of the Nahaks, had shifted.
A dark and chilly air flowed from Marakia who had been quiet and agreeable despite his title as the Last King.

“You dare kill one of my people in front of me?”

Marakia grew enraged.
Mimi who had been hunched over in front of him was wearing a meaningful smile beneath him.

‘Great!’

Willie realized that he had made a critical error, and to make matters worse, a being appeared from the shadows that he wished to never meet again.
The Despair of the Abyss revealed himself as though he had been here from the beginning.

“T-that thing!”

His followers who had already had their share of troubles due to the creature immediately turned their gaze away from it.

“…”

Sungchul silently looked at his surroundings.
Marakia was in the center of the room, Mimi was hunched over beneath him, Willie and his followers were at the entrance, the Despair of the Abyss sat in a shaded corner while he stood in the middle of them all.
All the key figures within the Underground Kingdom had gathered in one spot.
When it rains it pours, and this powder keg was ready to explode.

Marakia moved first.

“Which race rules the world now?’

He coldly asked Mimi who lay at his feet.
Mimi answered while still in her grovelling pose.

“Several races share dominion, but the most dominating among them… are humans.”

“Is that so?”

Marakia let out a cold laughter.
His starry eyes were looking directly at Willie.

“Those that crawled the ground when we flew the skies have now become arrogant because they managed to gather some strength.
To dare treat the subject of the King of Nahaks in such a manner.”

“…”

Willie began to retreat slowly but looked ready to pull out his sword anytime.
Marakia who had seen this mocked him.

“Do you truly believe that you could harm a feather on my body with a cheap toy like that?”

“…It is true that I have harmed one of your subjects, but it is also true that your young subject had desecrated the corpse of my subordinate.”

Willie did not back down an inch, and the avian king broke out into laughter.

“The creatures that had once crawled on the ground as prey are now barking so indignantly.
Human, I will let you experience again the fear that had since been forgotten.”

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Marakia’s wings burst open.
The massive magic power instilled within his black wings flooded the room, creating a suffocating atmosphere that felt ready to crumble.

“I shall leave this place and lay waste to each and every human nation and drive them towards extinction.
I shall burn the unworthy to death with the flames of purification, and the human kings will be forced to watch as I devour their own livers in front of them.
If I repeat this enough times, the human race may remember once more, what these black wings symbolize.”

‘Things escalated quickly’ thought Mimi as she continued to lay bowed with her head to the ground at the king’s feet.
Meanwhile, Willie Gilford who was receiving the full force of the avian king’s rage with his body felt extreme terror.

‘This isn’t an opponent for me.’

What stood in front of him exuded so much oppressive strength that it relegated the Despair of the Abyss as some bystander.

‘Maybe if I gathered all 13 Continental Champions… but I can’t do this by myself.’

He had wiped clean all notions of taking the bodies of his son or his comrade with him.
Survival was always first.

These thoughts were running through his mind as he clenched his sword tighter, but Marakia’s wings suddenly moved.
Marakia flew up to the ceiling with a single flap, and Willie, who could see the black wings of the Nahak King, couldn’t fathom what he should do next.
Soon, the air above burst into feathers and beams of black light.

‘It is similar to Glare, but not quite the same.
It’s a more powerful version of Magic Arrow.’

Sungchul silently watched the two battle.
Willie swung his sword to parry the projectiles or evaded them completely, but the deadly magical arrows continued to pour like rain, causing small and large cuts all over his body.
His followers were long since dead within the confusion of the battle.

“Gasp… Gasp…”

There was no way to retaliate for Willie.
He would simply be whittled to death at his rate, and it was too much of a risk to leap toward the avian king.

‘A way… is there no way at all? Something most likely to succeed?’

One had to stake it all for an all-or-nothing fight.
Willie had only involved himself when the odds were with him.
This was his first fight where the odds were against him from the start.
He attempted a counterattack within the baptism of countless arrows, but it was already far too late as his body was exhausted and riddled with injuries.
He was struck in the abdomen with a black magic arrow, and he fell.
It was his last leg.

Willie wiped his lips and tried to catch his breath.
The shadow of death was looming over him.

“You insect.”

The avian king gradually descended to end the life of the Seventh Continental Champion personally.
A short staff that looked more like a pitchfork rather than a blade appeared in his hand.
It was the Sceptre of the Avian King.

Marakia approached Willie who was desperately gasping for breath on the floor and raised the sceptre above him.

“Die.”

It was at that moment when a man appeared before them.
A man that had such a small presence that everyone had forgotten him, and in his hands was a hammer.
It was Sungchul.

The man that had naturally stepped in to block the avian king’s path approached Willie and spoke in a calm voice.

“Willie Gilford.
Do you remember me?”