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'What a loser...' Cedric mused inwardly.
He had left the side of the so-called Demon God's successor after combing through his memories without him even knowing about it. Now, Cedric sat on the vacuum of space, hovering unseen above the most 'prosperous' world where Irma resided.
Cedric wasn't one to be arrogant. He had his moments, sure, but even in those moments, he's just that confident of his skills. He doesn't often disdain his enemies, but currently, he couldn't help it against this man.
Don't get him wrong; Cedric respects his hustle. In a way, the revival of the demon race through Irma's hands mirrors the way Cedric himself staged a comeback for humans back when they were still contained within the Primeval Scarlet Dust Realm. The only difference is that Cedric didn't corrupt everybody. He chose the path of co-existence instead.
