Like many others, Jenny wanted to step forward and retort. Even hit this dragon!
What kind of useless reward was that?!
They had reached heights of power within the damn trial that the peak of the Mythic Tier could never hope to compare to! After everything they had endured—the countless battles, the fear, the exhaustion, the many lives, and the losses—this was their reward?
A mere peak of the Mythic Tier?
What the hell was this little dark creature even talking about?! Had it gone crazy?
How could it just casually declare that all their efforts, agony, despair, and suffering amounted to something so insignificant?
But their mouths were sealed shut by 505, leaving them unable to voice their anger!
How hateful!!
Yet 505 only continued to smile.
It could see the dark anger, disbelief, and frustration building within everyone’s dull eyes. But it found their reactions amusing.
After all, 505 knew something they didn’t.
They had no idea just how much they had truly lost. To become stronger, its host had taken every ounce of power within the trial.
After absorbing the power of the Supreme Seat, he had even stolen the power holding the entire Battle Royale without hesitation.
Along the way, he was bored and also took every ounce of strength the 99 participants had accumulated throughout the trial within their souls without the slightest hesitation.
Still, 505 didn’t blame its host.
These bad people deserved it!
Besides, if not for its host, they all would have long since disappeared along with the never-ending illusion they were trapped in.
Watching everyone grow so furious, 505 clicked its tongue in satisfaction, cleared its throat, and dropped another bombshell.
"Additionally, to protect your sanity, all of you will completely forget everything that happened here. The only memories you will retain after leaving will be those from your first lifetime in the trial. In those memories, you will remember that you successfully cleared the trial—and that it ended there."
If 505’s previous words had made them angry, its next words pushed their fury to the breaking point. They wanted nothing more than to tear the little dragon apart!
After all, even if they gained nothing from the hellish trial itself, the knowledge they had accumulated throughout countless lifetimes could still have allowed them to grow stronger after returning to reality.
But now, 505 was taking even that away from them! Did it have no conscience? To them, it was practically begging for death!
Even Max felt wronged.
However, before anyone in that place could fight for their rights—or even try to slap the dragon to death—505 noticed the emotions around them rapidly spiraling out of control.
Its playful expression instantly turned cautious.
With a hurried wave of its tiny claw, 505 quickly erased and altered the memories that needed to be changed, both in their souls and consciousness, before quickly throwing them all out of the Battle Royal.
After all, as amusing as their ugly, furious expressions were, 505 wasn’t really willing to take any risks while Skyler wasn’t around.
Even a cornered bug could still bite back!
As the last of them vanished, 505 let out a long sigh of relief and patted its little chest.
The tension immediately left its face, replaced by a cheerful expression.
Its round eyes sparkled with curiosity as it hurried off to find Skyler. After all, it couldn’t wait to see what its host was up to now.
***
505’s cheerful expression cracked when it finally found Skyler. Its host was still in the trial, killing an old enemy in Heaven. Wiping the sweat from its forehead, 505 tentatively called out to its host, who reeked of blood.
"Big Boss?"
Hearing the childish voice, Skyler tilted his head back and casually tossed the body in his hand aside, letting it fall silently among the sea of corpses surrounding his figure.
If one looked closely, they would realize that the body Skyler had just tossed aside belonged to none other than Sebastian—the once-handsome, arrogant angel who had branded Skyler as ’filth, a spawn of hell’.
He was the same mighty angel who had mocked Skyler in Riruru’s dream while her body lay trapped and helpless before him.
And it hadn’t happened only once.
Across several lifetimes, Sebastian, this bastard, had crossed Skyler’s path again and again, always managing to become one of the angels Skyler hated the most—second only to the old Leader of Angels.
He had always harbored bad intentions toward Riruru’s soul fragment residing in Heaven. And whenever she rejected him and chose to leave with Skyler, Sebastian would summon the army to capture Skyler and sometimes even carefully orchestrate his death in front of her, just to prove how insignificant Skyler was compared to him.
Now, that same arrogant angel had been reduced to nothing. Skyler knew Sebastian had only been a fake existence within the trial, a person born from an illusion rather than reality. But that made no difference.
A score was still a score.
A grudge was still a grudge.
Although Skyler had already killed the guy across many lifetimes, Skyler wouldn’t be Skyler if he let him go in this final lifetime.
Next to Sebastian lay the corpse of the Leader of Angels. His eyes remained wide open, while his once-proud features were almost unrecognizable beneath the blood.
Even in death, his terrified expression seemed to reveal the suffering he had endured before he breathed his last.
Humming, Skyler smiled at 505.
The harmless-looking smile sent a chill down the little system’s spine, making the sweat on its forehead flow even faster.
Ignoring 505’s nervous expression, Skyler calmly wiped the crimson blood from his fingers and glanced at the little dragon.
"Done with your job?"
The little system immediately nodded so hard that its round head nearly fell off.
"Yes, host! They’re all gone!"
Skyler lowered his eyes. A hint of complex emotion flashed in his icy pupils, but it was only for an instant before he looked into the distance. And warmth flashed in his eyes.
"Let’s go to the Sacred Ocean."