Cheat Awakening

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What now, should I say 'as expected'? Otherwise, how could you explain this? A subspecies of Hell Demon, are you serious now? Couldn't those bastards find someone from our world to work as a bodyguard instead of poking your noses into other dimensions?! Myne thought, frustration colouring his face, clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain silent so as not to alert the enemy.

Internally, however, he was cursing a blue streak.

"Haahoo, calm down, Myne, calm down. Think rationally. Although this demon's status is filled with question marks, if he truly were as powerful as other demons in hell like Gall, Belial, or Alban, why would it bow its head to a pig and allow such insults?

There are two possibilities that I can't see its status: either it possesses some kind of magical item that blocks appraisal skill, or it's several dozen levels higher than me, rendering the skill ineffective. Considering most humes haven't even reached level 100, the former option seems more likely.

Otherwise, a mere hume wouldn't be enough to hold a candle in front of a demon, let's not talk about enslaving it.

The more Myne contemplated the situation, the more he felt his guess made sense, and his confidence returned. He opened his eyes and again looked at the mysterious demon, but sadly the high-quality robe concealed everything beneath. Instead, as Myne's gaze lingered, the demon seemed to sense his scrutiny. A murderous aura, detectable only by Myne, descended upon him.

Damn! What kind of skill is this? It feels like I am standing in the middle of a mountain of corpses. The suppression is so overwhelming! Myne, whose back was covered in sweat and whose face turned ugly, couldn't help but tremble under the mysterious demon's murderous aura.

However, because Myne was using the Illusory Veil skill to maintain his fake outer appearance, no one except that mysterious demon noticed his abnormality.

Just when Myne was about to use his King's Intimidation skill to fight back, the booming voice of the fatty interrupted them both, and the mysterious demon also stopped messing with Myne for the time being.

"Where's the damn manager of this place? Why hasn't that bastard come to greet this young master? Just because you run this filthy bar and my fathers you give some freedom doesn't mean you can look down on me, get your ass out quickly!"

Because the fatty's subordinates were all unique and completely out of touch with common sense, and there wasn't a single normal person who could bootlick him and use his name to satisfy his inner desires while boasting his young master's name just like normal script, poor fatty had to do it by himself, which was obviously very embarrassing.

But thankfully, the fatty was a thick-skinned guy, and this level of shamelessness was nothing for him.

Puff!""

Bang!

Because of the fatty's out-of-script action, one person in the audience couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, although he attempted to stifle it immediately, the fatty, whose face turned red from anger, didn't give him time to react and threw a lightning bolt at the man without any hesitation.

However, the audience wasn't filled with ordinary citizens. They were elite spies, assassins, and killers, how could anyone bully them so easily?\\ Just as the fatty's lightning strike was about to hit, that guy suddenly rolled on the ground, took out five throwing knives with an unknown green substance coating their tips out of nowhere, and threw them at the fatty's face without a second thought.

Seeing five knives with poison coating on them coming at him with astonishing speed, the fatty, who always bullied others with his golden piggy status and never received this kind of treatment before, instantly lost colour on his face.

As the knives were just a few meters away from his chubby face, he also got a chance to see a weird-looking skeleton man, wearing a long black robe and hood, holding a scythe and waving it at him.

However, just when everyone thought that the fatty was about to go west, suddenly, to everyone's surprise, and Myne's great disappointment, who already prepared to steal the fatty's skills as soon the knives sent the fatty to hell, the knives suddenly paused in mid-air, as if gravity had abandoned them for the fatty sake.

"Haa, haaah, haaa. Motherf*cker! How dare you attack this young master? Do you have any idea who I am?!" The fatty, who came back to his senses after seeing that he managed to save his pig's life, panted heavily before, without caring who saved him, started yelling at the man who threw poisoned knives at him.

"Hahaha, no, I don't know who the f*ck you are, or why the f*ck you are. For me, you are just a pig, enjoying your pig parents' wealth. If not for that servant of yours, I would have dealt with you like a bastard with the back of my hand and forgotten about it in a few seconds."

The knife man also wasn't someone with a good temper and seemed quite drunk as well, didn't hold back at all, and verbally slapped the fatty across the face without any hesitation, making everyone in the bar chuckle. A few of them even clap for him, boasting The knife man's ego. Continue your journey with empire

Even Alex was no exception; after all, who doesn't like throwing salt on someone's injuries, especially when the other party not only was born with a golden spoon, had the face of a pig but also dared to talk nonsense without any power?

Boom!

Just when everyone thought that the fatty would explode from anger and start crying, suddenly, a small part of the ceiling on top of the knife man crumbled and with unimaginable speed fell on his head. But this wasn't the end.

Just as the knife man fell to the ground, moaning in pain, the fatty, seeing the opportunity to save face, raised his hand, and one lightning bolt after another erupted from his fingertips, striking the downed the poor knife man. This didn't stop until the poor knife man became a charcoal man.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard. No one had expected such a jovial man, one who had made them laugh just moments ago, to meet such a horrific end. Everyone gazes subconsciously darted upward, fearing they might be the next targets of the collapsing ceiling.

However, seeing a perfectly circular void where the debris originated from, they immediately understood it was man-made, not because the bar was too old.

Then, with a synchronized movement, their heads turned towards the mysterious demon standing obediently behind the halfling ass who was also a part-time walking throne. The five poisoned knives from earlier levitated around it, leaving no doubt about the culprit behind the poor charcoal man's demise.

As for the fatty, who had delivered the final blow, was ignored by everyone from the beginning to the end.

"Hahaha, why are you all bastards fallen silent? Don't you want to laugh at this young master anymore, huh? Come on, try it. Maybe you can succeed and walk out of this shity bar alive," The fatty, who was still enjoying the success brought by others, spoke arrogantly, like a clown feeding off chicken blood.

All his previous lost confidence recovered in an instant, and he again entered the arrogant young master mode.

"And where the hell is that goddamn manager? Why hasn't he come out to greet me yet..."

"I've been right here the entire time, can't you see? Just how close do you want to see me? Do I now have to sit on your lap so you can see me clearly? Why don't you go and check your eyes? Why is it always me who has to deal with those kinds of idiots, there is no peace in life at all."

Alex, whose mood was bad as f*ck thanks to the fatty's grand entrance, which not only ruined the entire bar but also destroyed most of his prized wine collection, and Myne pouring oil on the fire, now hoping for a positive response from him was the same as hoping for a 300 kg guy to become enlightened and decide to lose weight suddenly, completely out of the question.

So obviously, there was no way Alex could react calmly, especially after hearing not-so-pleasant words from the spoiled brat of his boss. If not for the lesson of the poor charcoal man, Alex might have already thrown the wine bottle in his hand at the fatty's face.

Another pregnant silence descended upon the bar. The fatty's face, which had just returned to normal, flushed crimson and then became purple which made Myne doubtful, wondering if this fatty also had a chameleon bloodline that appraisal skill couldn't detect, otherwise what was the matter with his continued to change in skin colour to change according to his emotions.

"As expected of Boss Alex, his temper is as legendary as ever. He didn't give this unknown fatty, who seemed to have quite a powerful bodyguard..."

God knows who said this, but as soon as this comment appeared, everyone began to murmur their agreement. Most voices hurled blatant insults at the big-talking fatty, while others showered Alex with praise, hoping for a discount later.

Furious, the fatty scanned the room, searching for the source of the voice. He was ready to transform another man into charcoal, but sadly, there was no one. Clearly, this guy was smart. After venting his anger, he quickly changed his location.