Weeks later.

In a cold and gloomy place.

With dark walls, a rudimentary, somewhat damp stone floor, and a metal sheet roof over red iron beams.

In the middle of it all was a disgusting well built with bricks that were now moldy and damp.

"Are you sure about what you're going to do? For many, you are already considered a person with the same level of power as us, the founders. Once you enter the lower floors of the prison, no one will be able to rescue you," Ivan warned in a firm tone.

A man wearing a black robe that emitted a dark blue energy took the rope attached to the pulley that would take him to the lower floors in his hands.

"Only by passing this test will I be powerful enough to take revenge," said the Crackling Edmund Veltier in a deep voice.

"This is war. In wars, in the end, what do the dead matter? They are just numbers that contributed to the rise or fall of something. It's hard, but you must accept it, your disciple was weak," said Ivan, turning away the moment he heard the sound of the pulley.

Ivan knew that Raden Selerian was not only Edmund's disciple, but also his grandson. However, Ivan had witnessed so many deaths over the centuries that he had learned to consider the dead as mere numbers, devoid of any real value.

The rope snaps. There is no turning back now.

••••

Weeks later.

At night, Mart's room.

[The demon woman has awakened the Sapiens lineage]

Mart and Emy were lying down, covering their naked bodies with a soft white blanket.

Emy was hugging Mart. He looked at her light golden, almost white hair, her golden eyes, the iridescent gem between her breasts, and the small golden gem on her forehead.

"Do you like the way I look now?" Emy asked in her usual, almost muted tone of voice.

Emy knew that by activating her lineage, not only would her ability to store information and use it efficiently increase, but so would her appearance.

"Emy, I like you. It will always be that way," Mart replied without hesitation, and the two kissed and embraced.

"How did you do it?" Emy asked.

Mart just smiled and replied:

"I just gave you a push in the right direction."

"Thank you," Emy thanked Mart, and the two returned to exploring each other's bodies until the sun was about to rise.

…

[Sexual Conquest: Your sexual affinity with the demon woman is complete]

[Charm permanently increased by +10]

Mart let Emy sleep while he looked at the notification and put on his sports clothes to go out and train, as he did every weekday morning when he had to attend academic classes.

••••

A few weeks later.

The sun had not yet risen.

That morning, Mart was at the outdoor training grounds.

He had used his demonic perception to make sure no one was around.

The image was impressive, or at least it would have been to any young demon.

Mart floated in the air while still sitting in a meditation position, his eyes closed. Around him, a visible sphere of demonic energy had formed, 5 meters in radius, which was dark purple in color.

That sphere of energy was composed of refined demonic energy which was now under Mart's control.

Mart opened his eyes, waved his left hand, and the sphere exploded, spreading the energy in different directions through a shockwave.

Mart stood up, walked, and hundreds and hundreds of small demonic diagrams of basic-level demonic spells appeared.

He was just testing the extent to which he could create a demonic diagram without the aid of demonic artifacts. Before, when he didn't use demonic artifacts, everything he manipulated with his demonic energy originated from him and could then travel distances, but now he could create demonic diagrams almost 100 meters away from him as long as he spread his demonic energy to stimulate the demonic energy in the environment at will.

"I'm on the right track, but I still need to improve more; I can't be complacent, the enemies aren't playing around," Mart concluded as he made the demonic diagrams disappear and headed back to his room.

••••

Weeks later.

Class A. Second Year.

Closed training grounds.

Preliminary Tournament.

In the spacious facilities, two combat arenas had been prepared to test the demonic abilities of the students who aspired to become magicians and warriors.

Only four could participate in the end-of-year tournament. Mart wasn't interested. Winning two fights was enough for him, given the grades he had obtained in his academic assignments, to aspire to Class S by simply passing the final exams that would be held before the main tournament.

In the stands of the training grounds, Mart stood next to Selis and Asfil. They were all wearing sports clothes, and although Selis looked quite attractive with her large breasts, none of the male demons dared to look at her. Asfil, on the other hand, stood out with her beautiful long legs and slender body; she was a beauty with a refined and elegant touch.

"Are you going to participate in the tournament?" Selis asked him in her sweet tone.

"No, I'll just win two fights and then retire. I plan to invest that time in training and maybe seclude myself once again," Mart replied as he looked at the eager students.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked what they would do, and they replied that they would try to win their first match because, from the beginning, they were more focused on their final exams.

"Sentur Denss vs. Alse Zircur!" announced a dark-skinned instructor with two small gray horns on either side of his forehead. The instructor held a notebook and pen in which the pairings in Arena A were written down.

As there were extra students, some advanced without any problems by choosing chopsticks from containers that the instructors handed out to the students at the beginning, and the less fortunate had to participate in the preliminaries of the preliminaries until there were 16 students left for each of the two combat arenas.

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