Black slicked-back hair.
Dark skin.
Round spectacles.
A striped crimson suit.
Bat-like wings stretched from his back, and a silver-plated tail ended in six wicked spikes.
At the head of the formation was the Guardian of the Seventh Floor of the Great Tomb of Nazarick—
Demiurge, Creator of the Flaming Inferno.
Behind him followed three powerful demon generals, each above level 80—Wrath, Envy, and Pride. Their combined aura pressed against the sky itself, forcing even Kurama's blazing presence to dim.
Clouds were driven aside, revealing a boundless blue sky.
(A troublesome enemy.)
Demiurge adjusted his glasses.
His eye sockets held crystalline orbs that shimmered under sunlight.
He did not believe this encounter was coincidence.
He examined the trio before him—one man, one woman, one colossal fox.
The man radiated deep draconic pressure, stronger than even Sebas' aura, though restrained—likely a noble-blooded Dragonoid. He wore an elegant mage robe, every detail exuding authority.
A perfect intelligence target.
The woman—
Far more dangerous.
Her phoenix-like eyes alone exerted pressure even on him.
Elegant. Noble. As if attending a royal banquet rather than preparing for war.
The fox—
Nine tails, overwhelming chakra density.
At minimum, a level-90 combat-specialized entity.
(We left Nazarick concealed under 9th-tier Perfect Unknowable. Sound, scent, magical presence—fully erased.)
(Either this region is under heavy surveillance… or we were locked onto the moment we exited.)
He discarded the first possibility.
(As expected of Lord Momonga. Even the possibility of being tracked was within his foresight.)
The adventurers sent wave after wave—
Bridges probing Nazarick.
(Testing and counter-testing are mutual.)
(Among the Guardians, my direct combat power is the lowest.)
(But I possess demonic intellect—supreme in strategy, governance, and diplomacy.)
All of these thoughts passed in an instant.
Uchiha Soren did not bother with subtlety.
"I am Uchiha Soren."
"I believe you are familiar with that name."
Familiar?
It rang like thunder.
If Lord Momonga sought world conquest, then Uchiha Soren was Nazarick's greatest obstacle.
Demiurge's first instinct was denial.
His second—calculated suspicion.
But regardless, this man's status was immense.
"I am interested in everything within the Great Tomb."
"Take me to its ruler."
The arrogance was unmistakable.
Demiurge felt anger stir.
Yet—
He could not bring danger to the Supreme Being.
Nor could he waste this opportunity to probe the Ninja World's leader.
(Not capture—test.)
(If he is within my manageable threshold, Nazarick is safe.)
"Supreme Leader," Demiurge said smoothly, "your strength differs somewhat from the rumors."
"Would you indulge me in witnessing your divine might?"
Malice flooded the air like a rising tide.
Kurama roared and fired first.
Brilliant Tailed Beast Bombs erupted, energy spheres rivaling 9th-tier magic.
Mushroom clouds bloomed in the distance.
Demiurge inhaled sharply.
Then unleashed—
"10th-Tier Magic — Meteor Fall!"
The clear sky twisted violently.
A massive meteor, over a hundred meters wide, cast a shadow over the Free City below.
Panic spread like wildfire.
"How despicable," Mito said coldly.
The binding gravity and crushing earth-element pressure meant nothing to her.
But if the meteor struck—
The city would be annihilated.
"Despicable?" Demiurge transformed into his second phase—half-demonic, amphibian-faced, wings sprouting taloned joints.
"Battle is battle, my lady. Noble or vile—only victory defines justice."
He gestured.
The three demon generals cast in unison—
"9th-Tier Magic — Crimson Nova!"
"9th-Tier Magic — Thousandfold Lightning!"
"9th-Tier Magic — Time Stop!"
Flame engulfed.
Lightning pierced.
Time froze.
Soren and Mito were locked like insects in amber.
The meteor descended.
"Low-Tier Origin Magic — Frostmourne."
The sky shifted.
A world of ice manifested midair.
Crimson flames dissolved.
Lightning froze.
Even the meteor slowed, its surface crystallizing.
Demiurge's eyes narrowed.
(Impossible… that borders 10th-tier power. His level cannot support this.)
Magic item?
Innate talent?
Foreign spell system?
His thoughts fractured further—
When Mito moved.
A single punch.
No artifacts.
No spell.
Just pure force.
The meteor split.
Cracked.
Shattered.
Reduced to powder beneath the storm of frost.
"Courtesy demands reciprocity."
Mito entered full Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.
Sage markings spread across her face.
The Strength of a Hundred Seal burst open.
Peak combat state.
She punched.
The sky lost color.
The blow rivaled Six Paths-level impact.
Demiurge and his three generals were blown away like leaves in a hurricane, spraying molten blood as they plummeted.
"Self-inflicted," Soren remarked calmly.
Two thousand meters?
Demons wouldn't die from that.
Even if they did—resurrection magic was convenient.
More convenient than Edo Tensei.
He turned.
"Mito-sama, are you well?"
She slapped his approaching hand aside.
"The Supreme Leader is about to become a father. Maintain propriety."
Her gaze could have dismembered him.
She had already learned the truth about Minako.
Her son dead.
Her daughter-in-law pregnant.
The implications were obvious.
Restraint alone stopped her from crushing this shadow clone.
Soren muttered while being flung off Kurama's head.
"Is this what they call tension between mother-in-law and son-in-law?"
He flew toward the impact craters.
As expected—
All four demons lived.
Barely.
"6th-Tier Magic — Greater Heal."
Green light washed over them.
Demiurge regained consciousness, reverting to humanoid form.
Suit torn.
Glasses gone.
Soren landed at the crater's edge.
Backlit by the sun.
"Now… will you take me to Nazarick?"
"I spared you. I did not search your memories."
"That should represent goodwill."
Demiurge coughed.
He did not fear death.
But he feared failing Lord Momonga.
He needed this information delivered.
"Supreme Leader… I am but a servant. I lack authority to guide outsiders into the Great Tomb."
"Grant me time to consult."
Soren smiled.
"By all means."
Demiurge's voice suddenly rose—
"Long live the Supreme Being!"
He linked to Albedo.
Then—
His body swelled like an overfilled vessel.
Magic surged violently.
"Let us turn to dust together, Supreme Leader of the Ninja World!"
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