"System?" Amon was shocked.
"[That's right, Demon King! Allow me to introduce myself—my name is Aurora, and I'm here to assist you!]" Aurora's voice rang with enthusiasm.
Amon frowned but forced himself to remain calm. The events that had shaken Earth had already startled him, and now a mysterious system had suddenly appeared, adding to his confusion.
Still, he was the Demon King. A thousand years in hell had taught him to stay composed when faced with the incomprehensible.
"So, why are you here?" he asked indifferently.
"[Oh! You are truly remarkable, Demon King. If this had happened to an ordinary human, they would have been so shocked they'd think I was a hallucination,]" Aurora said in awe. "[My purpose, of course, is to help you. Eighty percent of your power is sealed. You are aware of that, right?]"
Amon furrowed his brow, surprised that this strange system knew such a detail.
"Yes… eighty percent of my power is sealed. Don't tell me you were the one who did this?" His voice dripped with murderous intent.
Aurora shuddered and hurriedly replied, "[Wait! You've misunderstood! I didn't do it—the Earth itself did!]"
Her answer made Amon pause. He folded his arms and asked skeptically, "The Earth did it? What do you mean?"
"[Ahem! In short, your power is too great for this world to contain, Demon King. So, the world had no choice but to seal it. Unfortunately, it could only suppress eighty percent. But that's far better than nothing at all,]" Aurora explained casually, with a hint of mockery.
Amon considered her words and found them reasonable. After a thousand years of fighting to build his hellish kingdom, his power was indeed immeasurable.
He had even defeated the five most powerful Archdemons in hell. Three of them had managed to escape to another world, but the wounds they suffered were fatal.
Amon wasn't sure they would survive the next few thousand years.
"All right, I understand. Now, tell me what use you are. If it's to help me get stronger, then I'm afraid you've chosen the wrong master. Find a weak, incompetent host instead. With my current power, I don't need your help," Amon said arrogantly.
If it were his former self, he might have been thrilled. As a fan of novels and comics, he knew how remarkable a "system" could be.
But his current self didn't need it. He was the Demon King, and his name alone could shake the ten circles of hell.
"[Eh? Seriously? You don't want me?]" Aurora's voice trembled with panic.
"No. I don't need you. Get out of my sight," Amon replied coldly.
"[Wait! Don't send me away! You are my master; I must serve you!]"
If Aurora had a physical form, she would have been crying her eyes out.
Amon ignored her pleas, but the longer he listened to her relentless chatter, the more irritated he became.
"Shut up!" Amon shouted sharply.
Sakura and Asahi, who had been about to speak, froze in shock, their faces blank.
Realizing his outburst, Amon cleared his throat and tried to calm himself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. Now, let's go."
Asahi and Sakura nodded stiffly, saying nothing.
Sakura helped Asahi to her feet. Although her injuries had fully healed, Asahi's body was still weak from the trauma, making it difficult to stand on her own.
"By the way… do you have a transcendent card, sir?" Asahi asked hesitantly.
"Transcendent card? What's that?" Amon frowned.
Asahi and Sakura exchanged a quick glance. Asahi turned back to Amon and explained, "In short, it's an ID card for transcendents. You also need it to enter a dungeon like this."
Amon was quiet, a complex mix of thoughts crossing his expression.
"I… don't have one."
He had no idea that the world had changed so drastically.
Without Asahi's explanation, he might have assumed he was in some fantasy world.
"This…" Asahi looked confused, hesitating.
She studied Amon carefully. This dungeon was heavily guarded, with checkpoints that made it nearly—if not entirely—impossible for a transcendent to enter without proper identification.
And now, the man in front of her had no ID card, yet he had somehow made it inside.
But seeing his strange behavior—completely unaware of the major changes in the world—suddenly made everything make sense.
'Could he… have lost his memory?'
The thought eased her suspicion immediately.
It wasn't impossible. There were cases where transcendents disappeared in dungeons and lost their memories after attacks by monsters or other unforeseen events.
There were even ordinary people who entered dungeons and never returned, swallowed by mysterious rifts that appeared without warning.
Asahi herself wasn't entirely sure, but it was the only reasonable explanation—for now, at least.
"Sis, how about we…"
Sakura leaned close and whispered something into her ear.
Asahi listened, then gave a slight nod.
"In that case, I will help you, Amon. Don't worry. Since you've helped us, we'll repay you in kind," Asahi promised earnestly.
Amon looked into her violet eyes and sensed the sincerity behind them.
He gave a faint smile and a small nod.
"I understand. Thank you. And don't call me 'sir.' It makes me sound old. Just call me Amon—that's my name."
In truth, Amon wasn't his real name. His birth name was Yagami Kishima.
He had deliberately abandoned it, choosing "Amon" to sound more intimidating.
He didn't know if his aunt was still alive, but if fate favored her, she should be fine.
Until he met her, he would use the name Amon with everyone else.
"Amon, huh? What a strange but cool name," Asahi said with a giggle.
"Asahi, that's rude!" Sakura scolded, gently pinching her arm.
Asahi realized her mistake and quickly bowed slightly toward Amon.
"I'm sorry, Amon. I hope you're not offended."
Even as she apologized, her tone was far from remorseful.
Amon rolled his eyes but felt no anger. He waved his right hand and said indifferently, "Relax. Let's go."
Sakura and Asahi nodded, and together, the three of them walked out of the dungeon.