Transcending Realms With My Leveling System As A Demon-Chapter 88: The Man Who Defied Fate 2

As Zenos fell, the two, Reynolds, the sixth rank, and Rasper, the fourth, were just split from the second, Moovrin.

Even when they were just about to fight, Moovrin had stopped them, holding both their arms into the sky, as his gaze darkened.

"We’re comrades, look at you guys, what are you doing?" Moovrin asked, angered by their stupidity at a moment like this, "Stop this at once!"

And just like that, each of them put their weapons back, obediantely, without any further excuse. Although Rasper and Reynolds averted their gazes from each other, not once did they believe their own opinions were one-sided. However, out of two, one of them has to be in the wrong.

"Listen up," Chris looked back, then stepped forward, moving an inch closer to Zenos, "Say what you came here to say, and leave right after, we’re running out of time."

"Finally," Zenos mumbled, his grin widening.

He began moving his hands upwards, slightly twitching, but the movement had been made evident; Zenos was clearly struggling. Each of their gazes followed his finger, pointing towards them, at someone.

"Him," his finger shook as he pointed at Zylus’s body, "I want you to release him."

Their faces said it all, a shock, refusive expression. None of them thought this was possible, even if they wanted to do it, because there would always be that one, Rasper, who wouldn’t let them proceed or wouldn’t agree with this, possibly using physical force to retaliate.

"I cannot agree," Chris answered almost immediately. Everyone hadn’t been surprised by his response: "He has committed a dire act of retaliation, and we cannot move forward and continuously make advancements to better shape this world if a person like him stays."

All of them understood, so they stayed silent.

"Think about it," Zenos, using his wheelchair, rolled closely; the squeaky noises coming from the wheels were slightly off-putting, "His strength, his utility, his eagerness," he sat just before all of them, Zenos moved his head upwards, "Don’t you think, this is useful?"

"You dare seduce a king?" Chris leaned closer to Zenos’s face, "Don’t forget, I can kill you at any time."

At first, shock hit Zenos’s face, and he had been entangled with a bit of fear after, but then he relaxed, staying in one position.

"Then do it," Zenos leaned in closer to Chris’s ear, "And see just how much we lose the war by."

And then, the tables had been turned, one of them had reason, another had a wish.

Chris began thinking...

’What if he truly helps so much?’

’What if this all isn’t just an act?’

’Can he really... save the Demon Realm?’

But Rasper cut those thoughts short with his disturbed voice.

"Fuck no," he then walked in front of Chris, "you seriously letting this kid mess up with your thoughts? Don’t you remember this guy killed Mordain?!"

Everyone one of them paused, taking into account the death of another life, one of their comrades.

"He’s a bad guy," Reynolds responded, averting his gaze, "Mordain is."

"Then come say that to my face," Rasper added, "and see what happens."

"Tsk, a kid like you can never comprehend mental sense," Reynolds retaliated, his voice spoke with a strong type of demeanor.

"Listen to me, Rasper," Chris had his head down, his gaze stared at the tiles below, "what if..."

Everyone knew and understood what was coming; they understood the severe consequences this could have.

"What if we add him as an asset?"

Rasper’s anger flowed around his silhouette, frustration implanted onto his blue eyes, "I’m starting to think, the Spirits are in the right, and we Demons are in the wrong."

A frown, an evil one, ran across his face; everybody’s thoughts stopped, just for this one second. Reynold pulled out his Demonic Great-Sword, pointing it right across Rasper’s neck, as his blue hair flushed down.

"I’ll kill you, Rasper," Reynolds said awkwardly, "Don’t disgrace the Demons ever again."

Rasper didn’t retaliate; the sword reverberated beside his neck like the air. It felt natural, "Kill me then, because at this point, I would rather become a Spirit."

Reynolds gaze darkened, and he pulled back his Great-Sword as it dispersed into the air. He then tapped Rasper in the back to get a better feeling out of him.

"I know what you’re thinking, and I think the same," Reynolds whispered into Rasper’s ear, "But we need assets, we need pawns. This is war, not revenge."

And just then, every eye seemed to glow at him, at Rasper. He truly felt in a position to order; he felt as though his decision would be the one making an end to this conversation. He shook, hearing Reynolds’s words, something he never thought would come out of an individual like him.

’Pawns, assets, tools.’ They’re all useful, every one of them, in war. Once put in chaos, they have to let go of each of their emotions that hold hostility toward one another. Winning team battles is all about collaboration. And Rasper finally understood this; he understood he could always get revenge afterwards, in the end.

But for now, all these emotions have to be put out.

"Fine."

Rasper accepted, everyone’s face didn’t turn happy, only one, Ivy’s, but the rest remained serious. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"We shall proceed," Chris declared, "We’ll apprehend him, but not go any further than this."

Ivy then scarcely walked towards Zenos, her gaze followed suit.

"I just don’t get it," Ivy declared, "I’m so happy for you, but how, how on earth were you able to even move your body like this?"

Zenos crackled, "Thank you, but I would rather explain what happened to me later; for now, our only focus is on the future of this Realm."

Ivy wanted to pry, but then hesitated, "You’re right."

He then averted his gaze from the top five towards Zylus.

"And welcome back..."

His gaze darkened. His sneer widened, thinking about the same secret he had told Zylus back at the hospital.

"Half-Spirit User."