As one ascends in Rank.
The gap between each Rank also grows wider.
A single Rank higher, and you could kill someone with a flick of the wrist—that had become the norm.
Add to that the sheer improbability of surviving the Abyss—with odds of survival in the billionths—and still making it this far, it was only natural that every high-ranking demon was a monster among monsters.
In terms of heart, body, skill, and intellect, they were nearly flawless.
And if a high-ranking demon did happen to have a significant flaw in one of those areas, then it only meant that their strengths in the other aspects were so overwhelmingly powerful that they could completely offset their weakness. Otherwise, they'd have long perished.
In such a situation, whether these demons talked nicely or had sound minds was irrelevant.
What mattered was that their killing prowess ranked among the very best across all realms and planes!
No matter where you put them, they were master-class butchers.
So, trying to fight them across Ranks?
Naturally, the difficulty shot through the roof.
Even someone like Orsaga—blessed with cheat-like abilities—could easily get smashed into pulp if he wasn't careful.
In short, for Orsaga to already wield such power the moment he entered the Greater Demon Rank, it was nothing short of extraordinary.
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Suddenly, a subtle disturbance in the sky drew Orsaga's attention, as well as the attention of the entire Lava Wasteland.
Any being with keen perception could sense it easily—the whole layer of the Abyss was radiating a bizarre sense of joy.
As if… it were cheering for something.
Not long after, the clouds overhead began to twist and churn, and an unimaginably massive vortex slowly emerged.
Even from the ground, it was impossible to see its full scale.
All one could say was: the entire sky had become a giant vortex spinning at high speed.
With a deafening roar, countless blood-red motes of light descended from the swirling eye and slowly merged into various parts of the Lava Wasteland.
Instantly, the entire plane seemed like a starving ghost awaiting its next meal—even the free-floating energy in the air began to tremble in excitement.
Curious, Orsaga activated his innate ability: Worldseer's Eye – Descent.
An enormous amount of energy surged into it.
In an instant, his vision pierced through unknown distances and arrived at the center of the vortex.
What he saw was vast, boundless stretches of land and sea, covered with corpses and ruined structures, slowly disintegrating.
Matter, energy, even the bodies themselves—everything tangible and intangible—was being broken down into crimson motes and absorbed by the Lava Wasteland, allowing it to evolve further.
And from one of the shattered landmasses, Orsaga sensed a deeply familiar aura—confirming the origin of the ruins:
The main material plane of the Myling universe, along with its affiliated subspaces.
Clearly, after prolonged resistance, the universe had finally and utterly lost the planar war.
Its entire crystal wall system had been shattered, dragged into the Abyss.
There was no chance of a comeback.
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Unlike Orsaga, who could see the truth directly through his abilities, those like Golarial—still fleeing in distant Ashkarath—felt only a wave of inexplicable sorrow wash over them as the blood-red motes continued to rain from the sky.
And once that feeling faded and reality sank in, they could only look at each other in bitter silence—finally realizing the truth:
They had no home to return to.
What they felt now, more than hatred for the Abyss, was a deep sorrow for their own weakness.
If the Myling universe had possessed even one Demon Lord-level powerhouse Or if they had decisively crushed the Abyss's initial incursion the moment it began.
They wouldn't have fallen so far.
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Two years later.
On a bustling street, Orsaga yawned lazily, one arm draped around a scantily-clad succubus.
The succubus clung to him coquettishly, voice honeyed with jealousy:
"Master, why don't you dump that elf girl Golarial already? I promise I'll be much more obedient."
Clearly, she saw Golarial as a thorn in her side.
Orsaga simply shook his head with a careless smile.
"I just love watching you girls get jealous."
The succubus tightened her grip around his shoulder, shaking him playfully:
"You're so bad!"
"Oh, please. You're not exactly innocent yourself."
"You flatter me~ I'm blushing."
"…"
Not far away, Alison was maintaining her weapons, watching the pair flirt with each other like two depraved degenerates.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She truly didn't understand how demon logic worked.
---
In the two years since their escape, the Myling refugees had more or less adapted to life in the Abyss.
If the Myling World had once been politically complex, full of twists and hidden agendas…
Then the Abyss was far more straightforward—trust no one but yourself.
Walking the streets, you could be killed at any moment. Murder was nothing.
The price of that knowledge?
The Elsella Kingdom had lost nearly twenty Legendary elves, and even a Demigod-ranked one.
In fact, if not for Golarial's connection to Orsaga—prompting him to very reluctantly step in once—they'd likely have suffered even worse losses.
Back in the Myling World, the world's suppression mechanisms had dulled the threat.
But here in the Abyss, facing demons at their peak, they finally understood what "nightmare" really meant.
In most cases, it took several individuals of the same Rank to defeat a single demon.
And the other elf tribes?
Not much better—some were even more brutal than demons themselves.
Facing this cruel reality, the upper ranks of the Elsella Kingdom had split into two factions.
One wanted to find another suitable world at any cost, to migrate and survive.
The other believed that without strength, hiding anywhere was meaningless. They advocated staying in the Abyss longer—to observe, adapt, and seek their own breakthrough.
After all, in the Abyss, the so-called "path to godhood" wasn't rare.
Things that were top-secret in the Myling World were practically street knowledge here.
It made the difference in perspective painfully clear.
Compared to this place, the Myling World had been like a sealed room, with most roads blocked off—leaving people no path forward.
It was this stagnation, in fact, that led to the world's destruction.
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After a bit more playful teasing with the succubus, Alison finally couldn't hold back and reminded:
"It's almost time."
Hearing this, Orsaga released the succubus and calmly replied,
"Time to take care of business."
The succubus clung to him again, pouting:
"Can't we play a little longer~?"
Eventually, after wasting a bit more time, Orsaga managed to shake her off.
As they walked down the street, Alison couldn't help but scold him:
"Your girlfriends are going to be a problem sooner or later."
Orsaga only chuckled nonchalantly.
"Stuff like that? I've never cared."
He clearly hadn't taken her words seriously.
Alison could only shake her head in resignation.
In the past two years, Orsaga had already gone through over fifty lovers.
She could only hope some miracle would happen—something that would let Golarial rein him in.
Though honestly, even she knew that was probably impossible.
Because half the time, Orsaga couldn't even rein himself in.
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