My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 125: Disrespected Again

"An Asura... it’s actually an Asura..." Corbin muttered, his voice drifting as though he were lost in thought.

The shock that had gripped him earlier had completely faded, replaced instead with the kind of curiosity one would expect from a scholar staring at a living legend.

"Yes, Duke Haborym is one of the few remaining carriers of the Asura bloodline. He stands as one of the pillars of the underworld. A general who once served under Lucifer during the rebellion. His head alone is worth a fortune." Gilbert’s voice remained calm, almost indifferent, as though he were discussing something mundane rather than a monster capable of leveling cities.

Clearly, neither of them could feel the suffocating sense of danger that Damian was experiencing from Duke Haborym.

"What the hell is an Asura?" Damian finally asked, unable to suppress his curiosity any longer.

His question drew an immediate reaction.

All three of Duke Haborym’s heads snapped in his direction at once, their expressions twisting into something that bordered on disbelief. Even Corbin turned to look at him, his face carrying the same incredulous judgment.

"Have you been living under a rock?" Corbin rebuked.

"Hello, I’ve had this power for barely two months." Damian threw his hands up defensively, irritation bleeding into his tone.

"Tsk. What a slow learner..." Gilbert muttered under his breath.

Damian’s head snapped toward him instantly, his eyes blazing with a vicious glare. Gilbert simply looked away, as though uninterested, before casually spitting onto the ground.

"Motherfucker!" Damian snarled.

He was about to fire back when he felt it.

Duke Haborym’s attention shifted.

All three heads turned fully toward him, their six eyes locking onto his figure with a weight that made his instincts flare violently. Without hesitation, Damian dropped into a fighting stance, every muscle in his body tightening as he focused completely on the Duke. He dared not allow himself to be caught off guard again. Not against something like this.

"We Asura are the most powerful clan within the demon race," Duke Haborym began, his three voices overlapping into one oppressive declaration. "The one whom the Asura choose to support becomes the demon lord. Do you understand now why your survival changes nothing? Even if you survive me, it will not alter the truth. The Prince of Greed already holds the majority support of the Asura clan. There is no hope for you in this life."

Damian’s brows furrowed deeper with every word.

By the time Duke Haborym finished speaking, his blood was boiling.

"Survive? You really think I have no means of killing you?!" Damian hissed, his voice laced with fury.

Once again, he had been looked down upon.

Not only had Duke Haborym dismissed the possibility of his defeat, he had the audacity to declare the end of his path, to decide his fate as though it were already written.

Who the hell was he to decide when his life ends?

Bam!

Damian stomped the ground hard, the impact sending a ripple of force through the shattered earth as his body leaned forward. His posture shifted, lowering into something far more primal, his stance no longer that of a man but of a beast ready to tear its prey apart.

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"One more... give me one more chance to kill this dog!" Damian hissed, his voice dropping into something darker as his fluffy ears and tail erupted into searing white flames.

Around him, several floating spheres of white fire flickered into existence, each one shaped like a watchful eye and adorned with three flowing tails. They hovered in the air, pulsing with eerie life as distorted fox laughter echoed from within them, ringing across the battlefield in a haunting chorus.

Duke Haborym watched him in silence.

There was no fear in his gaze.

Only disappointment.

"Foolish Prince. I would have granted you a painless death," Duke Haborym said slowly, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Corbin and Gilbert exchanged a quiet glance.

’Family problems,’ Gilbert commented through their mental link.

’A bad one,’ Corbin agreed with a slight nod.

’Good. That makes things easier. All we need is to create an opening. That fire of his will do the rest.’

Corbin’s eyes flickered briefly toward Damian before returning to the Duke.

’And after that?’ he asked, his tone casual but his intent clear.

Gilbert did not hesitate.

’We kill him.’

Corbin turned his head slightly, meeting Gilbert’s gaze with a questioning look. The archangel simply nodded.

’Of course. By then, he will have exhausted himself. It will be like taking a lollipop from a child.’

There was no hesitation in his words. No doubt. Only cold, calculated intent.

Corbin’s lips curled into a villainous grin.

And for the briefest moment, a rare smile tugged at Gilbert’s lips.

With a sharp flick of his wrist, he hurled his flaming sword high into the air, the blade spinning rapidly as golden fire trailed behind it like a comet tearing through the sky.

At that exact moment, Gilbert moved.

The massive archangel lunged forward, his towering form cutting through the chaos with terrifying speed. His wings unfurled slightly, stirring violent currents as he rose just enough to meet the descending blade. With perfect precision, his hand snapped out and caught the sword mid-air.

The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, the weapon reacted.

A blinding surge of golden light erupted from the blade, the halo above it flaring violently as if acknowledging a higher authority. The flames along its edge expanded instantly, swelling far beyond their previous limits, growing denser, purer, and far more oppressive.

Without pause, Gilbert swung.

The motion was simple, almost effortless, yet the result was anything but.

A vast ocean of divine fire exploded outward from the blade, cascading forward like a descending sea. The flames did not merely spread; they poured, layer upon layer, a relentless tide of golden inferno that swallowed the sky itself as it surged toward Duke Haborym with overwhelming force.

The battlefield was illuminated in radiant gold.

The heat was suffocating. The pressure was immense. Even the air seemed to scream under the weight of that divine outpour.

Duke Haborym’s attention snapped upward instantly, all three of his heads turning toward the incoming devastation. His six eyes narrowed, not in fear, but in cold amusement.