Lucas had no choice but to ask the Devil's opinion, and he might have an idea how given that only now he spoke in his mind. The Devil must have enjoyed the show since he had been so quiet, and Lucas was furious when he thought of it. But then again, the only person, no, a devil could help him was the Devil who resided inside his body.
"Oh, you want my help, huh?"
'Bastard, enjoying it, huh?'
"Why are you cursing me indirectly? Never mind, since I'm magnanimous for now, I will help you."
Lucas couldn't hide his delight, but…
"I will help you with nothing."
Afterward, his boisterous laughter reverberated inside Lucas's mind, craving for nothing but to tear the Devil into pieces.
"What? Do you really believe I could help you? Well, I'm certain you already have an idea, but you don't want to risk it unless you are a hundred percent confident. Aside from that, no one can help you, not even me because I don't even have a single power left after I completely exhausted it…"
