Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 65 - :THE RUTHLESS DEMON

"I wasn't done interrogating him, you know," Nemesis said, feeling extremely annoyed.

"Well, I don't care about you lowlife," the demon knight replied, arrogant as ever.

Nemesis wasn't in the mood to exchange words with the demon. Deciding to go all out, he ran toward the demon knight. With 20% of a level 40 player's stats—and not just any player, but one with two primordial bloodlines—he was strong and fast enough to be labeled superhuman by ignorant humans, but not fast enough for a demon knight.

The demon knight dodged the attack fluidly and counterattacked, his claws slashing down at Nemesis at an incredible speed—faster than Nemesis could react to. But the claws passed through Nemesis, the attack failing to land.

"Hmm, that's a pretty good ability you have there. I can't believe you're able to replicate your ability from Apocalypse to your world so soon. Plus, your strength is highly commendable, although it feels restricted. But replicating ahead of time… truly marvelous. You'll make for a perfect research subject—dissecting your body to get the answers we need."

"Hey, has anyone ever told you the truth? To shut up? Your breath stinks," Nemesis replied, continuing his all-out attack against the demon knight, not bothering with defense.

Despite his relentless attacks, the demon knight wasn't grazed even once, dodging as easily as breathing.

"You know, to be qualified as a demon knight, you must be a level 40 demon as well as proficient in corruption skills. Our stats are so far apart that you move extremely slow. I could have ended your life so many times if not for your stupid abilities," the demon knight said, attempting to provoke Nemesis' pride and ego, hoping he would brag about his special ability and unconsciously reveal its weak point.

But Nemesis wasn't planning on falling for that. He didn't bother uttering a word, his focus fully on attacking—on landing that one hit.

The demon knight soon grew tired of Nemesis' persistence and increased the distance between them.

"You know, you are no fun. Has anyone ever told you that? Fighting you is a waste of time. I can't hit you, not even once. I guess there's a reason so many of those lowlives want you dead."

"Oh, so you're working for those scums who've decided to betray humanity?" Nemesis asked, blazing with anger.

"Working for them? Why, in the seven hells, should I work for them? I simply accepted their pleas to take care of you in return for their loyalty. I don't work for them—I'm just doing them a favor for being quite the respectful and obedient lowlives they are," the demon knight said.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to be. But before I go, I've been wondering… what will happen to you and your ability if I collapse this building with you under it?" the demon knight mused, smiling cruelly.

Nemesis perked up, immediately sprinting toward the exit. Even he wasn't sure if his talent was strong enough to protect him from a collapsed building and all its rubble. But despite his fast reaction time and speed, he wasn't quick enough to stop the demon knight's dubious plan.

Destroying every single main support of the building, the demon knight disappeared as quickly as he had come, leaving behind Nemesis, a collapsing building, and several police officers who hadn't evacuated in time.

Boom!

The building collapsed with great force. Ambulance sirens blared as a swift response was carried out to save the few who survived the rubble.

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The demon knight returned to the special hideout used by demons for secrecy, hidden from the eyes of the common folk. Entering the hideout, he found it odd that the usually lazy demon baron—who did nothing but sit on his makeshift throne all day—was not in his usual place.

Perhaps he's out carrying out one of his ridiculous fetishes, the demon knight thought, not a stranger to the baron's bizarre hobbies. The demon baron had a twisted obsession with capturing humans, feeding them an overdose of demon pills just to watch them explode from the overwhelming energy wreaking havoc inside their bodies—or, for the rare few who survived, to transform them into demonic beasts.

"You fool, you just had to make our presence known and give Greg the moral high ground he needed," Kyle said, annoyed, as he walked toward the demon knight.

"Who the hell are you? How dare a lowlife like you speak to me?" the demon knight snapped, clearly offended that a mere human would address him so casually.

"Oh, it's you. Kyle, was it? Arrogant brat. I've always wondered why Baron Arjit kept you alive. Guess I might as well kill you before he returns. Blaspheming against the demon god should be a good enough reason to end your pathetic life," the demon knight said, stretching out his claws, eager to rip Kyle apart.

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His previous battle with Nemesis had left him in a restless state, his bloodthirst heightened. Kyle, the arrogant human standing before him, was the perfect target to satisfy his lingering urge to kill.

"Don't worry, I'll make your death quick," the demon knight sneered before vanishing into a blur.

"You know," Kyle said, his voice calm, "you're pretty arrogant for someone so weak."

The demon knight suddenly felt his movement come to an abrupt halt. Kyle was gripping his arm—an impossible feat.

"You? How? Impossible!" the demon knight stammered, eyes wide with shock.

"Well, you must be blind or just plain stupid to not realize you're outmatched."

A new voice interrupted them.

"What the fuck did that damn baron do? I should have killed him more ruthlessly," Lilith said, her presence alone causing fear to overtake the demon knight.

"D-Demon Lord Lilith... I'm honored to—AARGH!"

The demon knight's greeting was cut short by a scream of agony as he felt his arm being severed from his body.

Kyle, now holding the detached limb, tossed it to the ground.

"Hey! Stop ignoring me like I don't exist," Kyle said coldly.

"Like I said before, how dare you ruin everything just because you wanted to have some fun? Do you even realize what you've done? You had to fall into a trap, exposing yourself—and the rest of us—to the world."

The demon knight clutched his bleeding stump, fury burning in his eyes.

"Hey, I don't like that look in your eyes. It's annoying," Kyle muttered before driving his fingers into the demon knight's skull, stabbing both of his eyes and blinding him.

"URGH!" The demon knight was beyond humiliated. But worse than the humiliation, he felt something more primal—fear. True, undeniable fear toward the ruthless man standing before him.

"You wouldn't have gone to Greg if you didn't have legs, would you?" Kyle said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Let's take care of that."

The demon knight barely had time to react before the pain consumed him—Kyle had severed his legs, ensuring he would never walk again.

Kyle was livid. The demon knight had foolishly walked into Greg's trap, and it was clear Greg had been prepared. Someone had been broadcasting their battle live—not to a few people, but to millions. The government had been caught off guard, their response time too slow to suppress the footage. Worse still, the battle had ended with Kyle destroying a building full of innocent people, killing so many that there was no question in the public's mind who the villain was.

"Hah, seeing you annoys me greatly. Just die."

Kyle's hand morphed—his smooth, well-trimmed nails transformed into razor-sharp claws.

"N-no, please don't—"

The demon knight tried to beg, but it was already too late. The next thing he saw was his own decapitated body as his head tumbled to the ground.

"You know, you're getting really good at instilling fear and control," Lilith whispered into Kyle's ear, hugging him from behind.

"But that Nemesis… He really is special. To think that his ability actually works in your world. And I think he can even replicate some of his apocalypse stats here. We need to deal with him as soon as possible," Lilith added.

"No."

Lilith raised an eyebrow at Kyle's sudden refusal.

"No one has the right to touch him. He is mine," Kyle declared. His voice was eerily calm, but there was a clear possessiveness in his tone. "He is my prey, and only I have the right to hurt him or kill him."

"Hah, this twisted obsession of yours again." Lilith sighed, shaking her head. "It baffles me, your intentions. It feels like you're trying to protect him, but at the same time, your actions scream otherwise."

"What do you mean? I am protecting him. He is my toy," Kyle said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I protect him from external danger, but I give myself the right to play with him as I please. Even if I break my toy accidentally, it's fine—I'll just find a replacement. But I can't allow anyone else to damage my toy. That would mean I don't value it."

"Hah… I don't even want to argue with you," Lilith muttered. "I don't know what your parents did to you to make you this twisted, but I can't complain—I think it's exactly why I'm falling for you."

Lilith flashed Kyle a seductive smile.

"So, what's the next plan?" she asked, eager to know what the cold-hearted man would do next.

(A/N: I apologize for updating only one chapter per day. I recently started a new school session and am still adjusting. I promise to return to two chapters per day once I've adapted.)