Soon, Michael received a mental message from Jester. He was done digesting the memories of the Rank 4 demonic supernatural.

A hint of anticipation rose within him. Without hesitation, Michael disappeared and reappeared beside Jester.

His gaze immediately fell on the frozen body of the old man. Since the man’s consciousness had been erased, the old man should now be nothing more than a shell.

Michael observed him for a moment longer before finally turning his attention to Jester.

"You took your time this time," he said calmly.

Jester inclined his head slightly.

"It could not be helped, Master."

His gaze remained steady as he continued.

"Unlike the previous demonic supernatural, who was at most comparable to me in strength, this individual far surpassed me. Even in a defenseless state, the difference was vast."

Michael’s expression did not change, but he listened closely.

"There were multiple layers of mental defenses that needed to be broken down," Jester added. "Even after that, the volume of memories alone was immense. He paused briefly before continuing. "Ordinary memories were not the issue. However, the supernatural knowledge he possessed required far more time to process and stabilize."

"This individual had also reached the third layer of the Void," he said calmly. "In terms of actual existence, he is far older than what his time in Aurora suggests. His accumulated memories span more than a century."

"...I see," Michael said quietly.

Michael now understood why Jester had taken hours this time compared to before. A Rank 4 supernatural was indeed still a Rank 4 supernatural, even if unconscious.

Michael’s gaze lingered on the old man’s body for a moment longer.

"The third layer of the Void..." he muttered inwardly.

He also understood what that meant.

The Void was not a single place. It had layers. Three, to be exact.

The first layer was the surface layer. It was the closest to the material world, where the boundary between both sides was thin. In that layer, one could still influence the material world from the Void and vice versa.

The second layer went deeper. At that point, one had completely left the material world, but not the plane itself. It was still tied to the same realm.

Then came the third layer.

The moment one entered it, they had completely left the plane of their world. It was no longer just the Void tied to Aurora. It was the Void connected to the universe.

For Michael, the easiest way to understand it was simple. The third layer was like space. Not empty, not silent, and definitely not safe. Just vast and supernatural.

Within it, there were other realms, unknown territories, strange creatures, and countless hidden treasures waiting for those fortunate enough to find them. But it was also dangerous beyond reason.

Time itself did not flow normally there. Depending on where one was, ten years in the Void could pass as a single month in Aurora. Or the opposite.

Because of this, anyone who had traveled through the Void, even briefly, was often far older than they appeared.

If Michael ever entered the Void, he would have to measure his life in two ways. His true age. And his Aurora age. The age he would have been if he had never left.

To be honest, Michael felt that time was not far off. After all, he was also a Rank 3 supernatural who could now use spatial powers. As long as he wanted progress for his physical body, he would eventually need to leave. Of course not permanently, but a few travels here and there were inevitable.

Michael finally turned fully toward Jester.

"So," he started, unable to hide a trace of expectation, "what did we actually get from him?"

Jester’s expression remained calm, but his next words made Michael’s attention sharpen immediately.

"This time, Master will be satisfied."

Michael raised a brow. That alone was enough to stir his anticipation further.

"What?" Michael asked. "Did the old man have a treasure vault?"

"Yes," Jester replied without delay. "A few, in fact. However, retrieving what is inside will require effort. They are not simple locations, and some are protected by methods beyond ordinary means."

Michael was not surprised by that. The other party had been a realm above him. Anything related to a Rank 4 demonic supernatural was bound to be troublesome. But treasure was still treasure.

And Michael, who was eternally greedy when money was involved, felt a fresh surge of energy run through him.

Before he could ask more, Jester continued.

"That is not all."

Michael’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Compared to the previous one, this man was a core member. Because of that, he knew much more."

Now Michael’s full attention was fixed on him.

Jester continued.

"Outside our country, he knew at least twenty percent of the major demonic hideouts. Inside our country, the number is greater than fifty percent."

For a brief second, Michael went still. Only then did the true value of what had landed in his hands settle properly in his mind.

This was no longer just simple information.

This was a knife aimed directly at the hidden body of the demonic faction.

Michael’s breathing slowed slightly as his thoughts accelerated. If this was true, then even without acting personally, this knowledge alone could reshape how the Federation, the academy, or other major powers moved against the demonic faction. There were many possibilities available to Michael.

His gaze drifted briefly toward the old man’s frozen shell. This was valuable information. And now all that value sat in Jester’s hands.

To be honest, Michael could not deny it. The longer Jester remained by his side, the more terrifying his usefulness became.

He should pay more attention on Jester abilities and how to better utilize them himself .

Michael exhaled softly.

"Good," he said at last, though the word felt too small for what he was actually thinking.

Very good.

Because now, for the first time since the demonic faction made his family a target, Michael felt that what he held in his hands was not just anger or hatred. It was leverage.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​