I'm The Devil-Chapter 293 : Welcome To The Beginning Of A New Era

The storm of light and fire engulfed the battlefield as Nezha and Wukong surged toward each other, their divine energies colliding in an earth-shattering explosion. The air screamed under the weight of their power, the heavens trembling as the clash reached its peak.

Nezha struck first, his spear igniting with the brilliance of a supernova. The flames roared like a living entity, their heat consuming the air as he thrust the weapon forward, his entire being poured into the strike. It was a blow meant to end the fight, sharp and unrelenting.

But Wukong, ever the warrior, was ready. With a fierce yell, he swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang upward, its size and weight growing exponentially in an instant. The staff collided with Nezha's spear, and for a fleeting moment, time itself seemed to pause.

Then came the release.

The resulting shockwave ripped through the battlefield, tearing apart the ground and sending boulders hurtling into the ocean below. The air became a storm of golden light and scarlet fire, blinding in its intensity. Lucifer, standing at the edge of the chaos, shielded his eyes with one hand, though his smirk deepened.

When the light began to fade and the dust settled, the battlefield lay in ruins, the cliffside barely recognizable. In the center of it all stood the two warriors.

Nezha was on one knee, his spear embedded in the ground for support. His golden flames had dimmed, his divine aura flickering like a dying ember. His breath came in labored gasps, his eyes blazing with the stubborn defiance of someone who refused to fall.

Wukong, by contrast, stood tall, his golden fur streaked with dirt and sweat but his grin as wide as ever. The Ruyi Jingu Bang rested casually on his shoulder, its length returned to normal. His breathing was steady, though his posture betrayed the toll the battle had taken.

"You gave me a fight to remember, kid," Wukong said, his voice warm with respect. He planted the butt of his staff on the ground, his grin softening into something more sincere. "But it looks like this round goes to me."

Nezha lifted his gaze, his expression a mixture of frustration and reluctant admiration. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his grip on his spear tightening. For a moment, it seemed as though he might launch another attack, but then his shoulders slumped, and he exhaled deeply.

"You won," Nezha admitted, his voice quiet but firm. He straightened, his fiery aura fading entirely as he rested his spear against his shoulder. "But don't think this is over. I'll surpass you one day, Wukong."

The Monkey King laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed across the ruined battlefield. "I'd expect nothing less!" he said, clapping Nezha on the back with enough force to almost topple him. "You're strong, kid. Stronger than most. Keep that fire burning."

Lucifer stepped forward, his presence commanding despite his silence until now. His crimson eyes swept over the two warriors, and his smirk returned. "That was quite the spectacle," he said, his tone smooth and amused. "I must admit, I'm impressed."

Wukong glanced at him, his grin turning mischievous. "You were watching the whole time, weren't you? Enjoy the show?"

"More than you know," Lucifer replied, folding his arms across his chest. "But now I see why they call you the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Wukong. And Nezha..." His gaze shifted to the boy, a glimmer of intrigue in his eyes. "You have the heart of a true warrior."

Nezha said nothing, his expression unreadable. He turned his gaze to the horizon, the golden lotus at his chest dim but still glowing faintly. "Next time," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "Next time, I'll win."

Wukong laughed again, slinging his staff across his shoulders as he started to walk away. "I'll be waiting, lotus warrior. Don't keep me bored for too long."

As the Monkey King disappeared into the distance, Nezha stood alone amidst the ruins of their battlefield. His hand tightened around his spear, his golden eyes gleaming with renewed determination.

This wasn't the end. It was only the beginning.

Lucifer watched him for a moment longer, then turned away with a faint chuckle. "Such fascinating mortals," he mused, his voice carrying on the wind. "Perhaps there's more to this world than even I imagined."

And with that, the battlefield fell silent once more, the echoes of the titanic clash fading into the horizon.

Nezha stood in the aftermath of the battle, his spear planted firmly in the ground as he gazed at the horizon, lost in thought. The golden flames that once surrounded him were now just faint embers flickering at the edges of his being. The words of the Monkey King echoed in his mind, a mixture of encouragement and challenge fueling his resolve.

Behind him, Lucifer's presence loomed like a shadow. The fallen angel's crimson eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and calculation as he stepped closer, his movements deliberate and silent.

"Impressive," Lucifer said, his smooth voice breaking the silence. Nezha didn't turn, but he tilted his head slightly, acknowledging the figure behind him. "Your resolve is remarkable, boy. Even after such a clash, you stand unbroken."

Nezha's grip on his spear tightened, but he remained silent, his chest still heaving from the intensity of the battle.

Lucifer moved to his side, his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze swept over the ruined battlefield, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "And now that you've proven your strength," he continued, his tone steady, "the real question remains."

Nezha finally turned to face him, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "What question?"

Lucifer leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried both weight and temptation. "Are you ready to fight by my side?"

The boy stiffened, his spear lowering slightly as he processed the words. "What are you talking about?"

Lucifer's smirk widened. "The heavens, the earth, the realms beyond—they are all in flux, Nezha. Forces gather, alliances are forged, and the world teeters on the edge of something... monumental." He gestured toward the horizon, his crimson eyes glinting. "A warrior like you, one with strength, resolve, and fire—someone unafraid to challenge even the mightiest—has a place in my vision."

Nezha's expression hardened. "And what vision is that?"

Lucifer stepped closer, his tone soft yet commanding. "To reshape what has become stagnant. To challenge the rules imposed by those who sit idly above, watching as mortals and gods alike toil under their whims. I aim to bring balance—not chaos, but a reckoning. And I need warriors like you, Nezha, to help make it a reality."

The boy's grip on his spear tightened again, his gaze unwavering. "You want me to turn against the heavens?"

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Lucifer chuckled, the sound low and velvety. "I want you to stand for something greater. To forge a new path, unbound by the chains of tradition and expectation. You've already proven you can defy fate—why not take the next step?"

Nezha's eyes blazed with defiance. "And what makes you think I'd trust you? You're Lucifer—the Prince of Lies, the Fallen One. Everything about you screams deception."

Lucifer's smile didn't falter, but his expression softened slightly. "Trust? No, boy, I don't expect that. Trust is earned, not given. But consider this: the battle you just fought, the fire in your soul—do you truly believe the heavens will reward that? Or will they fear it?"

Nezha faltered, the words striking a chord. He thought of the rigid expectations placed upon him by the celestial courts, the constant struggle to prove himself worthy.

Lucifer saw the hesitation and pressed on. "Think of the freedom, the possibility, the chance to fight for something real. Join me, and I promise you will never be shackled again."

The wind howled around them, carrying the weight of the moment. Nezha closed his eyes, his thoughts racing. His fiery spirit yearned for purpose, for a cause worthy of his strength. But could he align himself with someone like Lucifer?

When Nezha opened his eyes, the fire within them had not dimmed, but it had grown sharper, more focused. He lifted his spear and pointed it at Lucifer. "If I fight by your side, it's not because I trust you. It's because I'll never stop fighting for what I believe in. If you betray that—if you betray me—I'll strike you down myself."

Lucifer's smile returned, wider than ever. "Fair enough, lotus warrior. I wouldn't have it any other way."

He extended a hand, his crimson eyes locking onto Nezha's golden gaze. "Welcome to the beginning of a new era."

Nezha hesitated for a heartbeat, then grasped Lucifer's hand, his grip firm and unyielding. "If this is a mistake," he said, his voice low and resolute, "it'll be your last."

Lucifer chuckled, the sound rich with satisfaction. "We'll see, Nezha. We'll see."

And as the two figures stood amidst the ruins, a new alliance was forged, one that would shake the foundations of the heavens and the earth alike.