At the same time—
In the real world.
A demon with twin horns and vast wings hovered in the void, his cold gaze sweeping over the world below.
This was Uvall, the one who had traded with the Lord of Hell.
His real name: Kin Cha Na.
Once, he had been human.
But after striking a deal that allowed Hell to descend upon Earth, he had shed his humanity and ascended into the rank of Demon God.
And not a low-level one, either.
Now he stood as a twisted hybrid—half-human, half-spectral horror.
"As long as I gain power, what does appearance matter?" Kin Cha Na muttered, his hideous grin stretching wide. "Shame Samsara Space won't let me in anymore. With my current strength, clearing dungeons would have been child's play."
He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of demonic energy coursing through his body. His face contorted into an ecstatic smile.
"Strength! This overwhelming power… it's intoxicating."
His wings unfurled.
"In this world… no one can stop me. I will be its monarch—and all will be my slaves!"
With a sharp crack of air, Kin Cha Na dove, slicing through the skies toward his chosen target.
Conquering the world would take time. But conquering a single nation? That would be the first step.
"Whshhh!"
His descent didn't go unnoticed. Radar detected his approach, and soon, fighter jets scrambled to intercept.
A futile effort.
Missiles burst against his demonic body like sparks against steel.
"Boom—! Boom—!"
In moments, four fighter jets were reduced to burning wreckage, debris raining down like meteors.
Kin Cha Na tore through the skies and descended upon the island's busiest city.
And then… the slaughter began.
Every victim he slew soon rose again, their twisted forms reshaped as his demonic servants—slaves bound by the power of a Demon God.
—---
Samsara Space — Teahouse.
Aurora gave Fenric a long, exasperated look.
"Shura, your courage is terrifying. Charging into a dungeon without even reading the guide? Not that I should be surprised—it's not your first time doing this."
She shook her head, then leaned forward. "Listen carefully. The thirteenth floor of the Samsara Tower is unique. Unlike the others, it offers two optional dungeons."
Her tone sharpened as she counted them off:
"The first is 'FireWire Sniper.' The second: 'Terminator: Judgment Day.'"
"FireWire Sniper is a gunfight dungeon. Once you enter, all special abilities and items are sealed. Only basic skills remain. The dungeon offers three possible missions—gunfight, biochemical, or challenge. But honestly, Shura, I doubt that kind of dungeon suits you."
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued.
"Now, Terminator is a different story. More difficult. You'll appear in a modern city with two mission options: the first is to protect a certain child—white, male, the so-called future savior. His name escapes me. The second is to hunt Terminator units."
Her voice dropped.
"The Terminators are terrifying. Their strength exceeds B-rank. Worse, they're liquid-metal constructs. Their bodies reshape endlessly. Conventional methods can't kill them—they're practically immortal. For every additional Samsara in the dungeon, more Terminators spawn. If I were advising anyone else, I'd say stick to the first mission. Protecting the boy guarantees an A-rank evaluation."
Aurora's lips curved faintly. "That's the mission I chose when I cleared it. Earned my A-rank that way."
She leaned back, studying him. "But you're not anyone else. You're Shura. You'll find clues others can't. So… I won't advise you further."
Her gaze grew solemn. "Still, if you pick the second mission, you'll need numbers. Only with enough Samsaras can you hope to kill enough Terminators for a high evaluation."
"..."
Fenric listened in silence, his brow lifting slightly.
FireWire Sniper—he knew that name. It had been a wildly popular gunfight game in his past life.
To think Samsara Space could manifest it as a real dungeon…
And Terminator 2. A classic movie, etched into his memories. Especially the T-1000—the liquid metal nightmare.
Fenric's lips curved. The T-1000, unkillable by normal means, was a foe most would dread. But to him now, it was nothing more than a warm-up.
"Thank you, Aurora. I owe you one."
Aurora waved him off. "What's there to thank? I'm only talking."
She rose. "Come. Let's head to the Trading Center. Your cooldown refresh cards should have arrived."
"Good."
Fenric followed, leaving Belle behind. She remained in the teahouse, sipping tea in silence. The night's earlier chaos clearly weighed on her more heavily.
At the Trading Center, four traders were already waiting.
The deal was swift. Fenric walked away with five dungeon cooldown refresh cards.
The market price had already soared to three thousand Samsara points each. Only fools would buy at that rate.
Even so, the cards were worth a fortune.
This time, Fenric owed Aurora a considerable favor.