Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 333 Mission: 01-1 Lord of the World
Under the dark red chaotic sky, countless demons roamed the city.

Under the dark, clear night sky, the ant-like crowd walked in an orderly manner.

These two completely different images constantly switched in front of Kyle Ryder. The burly, bald man in a suit, holding a wine glass, stood like a statue in a room at the top of the building called the Silver Bag Tower, looking down at everything in the city with indifference.

The man's left eye was a cold gray, his right a lifeless chaos. He was the master of this tower, wrapped in silver wings. Simply standing there, he could take in the inner and outer worlds through those two completely different eyes.

It is both in the eyes and in the hands.

A phone call temporarily brought him back to the brightly lit human city. Kyle Reid returned to the table, picked up the phone and said "Go ahead", then leaned on the edge of the table and continued to look out the window.

There weren't many people in the world who could speak directly to him. His time was precious, and he couldn't afford to waste a second. So, in response to the request from the person on the other end of the line, Kyle Ryder responded:
"Time? No, you don't have time."

He laughed, and the skin on his face piled up like tires, which was really disgusting: "We are not bargaining now, you either do it or watch the country's economy collapse.

"Is that clear enough?"

A moment later, a positive response seemed to come from the other end of the line. Kyle Reid's tone returned to an elegant and indifferent tone: "I'm glad we can reach a consensus. Well then... sweet dreams, Mr. President."

Solved. Easily. Such is the power of finance. Faced with the sheer force of numbers, even a president has no room for negotiation.

But it's not enough.

Kyle Reid hung up the phone. Before his eyes, countless skyscrapers stretched out in the night sky, yet none could challenge the Silver Bag Tower beneath his feet. Just like the businesses, big and small, in the city, none could rival him.

However, it's still not enough.

These people were simply afraid to become enemies with Kyle Rider, rather than willingly submitting to him. Kyle Rider could control anyone in the world through finance and public opinion, but that wasn't enough to completely suppress the world.

What he wanted to become was not a ruler in name only, but the true king of the world.

Sooner or later...

Suddenly, he jerked his head around and looked behind him. Just as the problems of the human world had been resolved, he sensed something unexpected in the world beyond. Inside the room, the chaotic vortex, hung as a painting in the center of the wall, seemed to sense something and began to spin madly.

"This is?"

Lightning emanating from the vortex tore through the air, creating a rift between reality and the otherworld. Kyle Ryder stepped into it and saw a strange figure falling from the crack.

A young girl.

But the moment he saw the figure clearly, Kyle Reid's gray eyes widened. The familiar aura of the girl was so striking to him that he even felt a little scared at first.

Without any hesitation, Kyle Rider threw his fist.

Seeing the huge fist falling towards him, Nero, who had just returned to the real world from the chaos, was caught off guard and hurriedly drew his sword to fight.

At that moment, Nero, who had just arrived in this world, was in a state of confusion: Where was this place? Who was this person? Why did he suddenly attack? What had the Star Creation Simulation Chart done just now?
But before she could even think, an invisible gust of air instantly sent Nero flying. A terrifying tsunami-like surge of magical power slammed into her body head-on. Immediately afterwards, the ugly, bald man grabbed Nero from mid-air, pinned her to the ground, and grabbed her by the throat.

"what are you?"

He questioned fiercely, his steel-like fingers tightening, almost breaking Nero's neck. Only then did Nero, stunned by the series of accidents, finally come to his senses, burst out with magic power, transformed into a demon, and smashed the spotless head with the handle of the knife.

"what are you?!"

The man, reckless, grabbed Nero's neck with both hands and slammed him to the ground. The terrifying force and surging magical power far exceeded Nero's understanding. The last time Nero faced such a completely defenseless enemy was against Nanna in the dream world.

Nero was now much stronger than he was then, but he still couldn't stand up to the terrifying man before him. He felt like, like...

Nero was shocked.

It was like Nero himself, activating the simulated Star Creation Chart. His total magical power was even greater than that, and completely under his control, allowing him to crush everything with the most direct violence.

In other words, Nero at this moment felt as if he was against the whole world. This man's magic power was so exaggerated.

Who is he?
But Nero's greater need at the moment was to escape this man's clutches. She swung her blade, stabbing the man from behind with the Yama Blade, but a heavy punch to her abdomen forcibly halted her movement. The surge of magic power that penetrated Nero's body from the fist instantly suffocated her, completely dispersing the surging magic power within her body and completely destroying her demon form.

Unable to resist.

There was no room for fighting back.

Nero, who turned back into human form, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his breath became weak.

The man slowly lifted Nero up and slammed her against the wall beside him. Nero's head had almost completely turned to mush from the constant impact. Countless golden stars and noises danced before her eyes, and her vision gradually turned scarlet before plunging into darkness.

"Are you also a bastard left behind by Sparta?!"

Nero heard the question, but he couldn't react. The man took a deep breath and grinned fiercely.

"Alright. Although you don't seem to be a Nephilim...it doesn't matter anymore. I won't let anyone associated with Sparta go."

He lifted Nero, who was still struggling instinctively, above his head, and slowly raised his other hand, aiming it at Nero's chest.

"I'll eat your heart... just like I did to that bitch with Sparta."

The claw-like fingers suddenly fell down, Nero closed his eyes, and completely lost consciousness.

"……what?"

Kyle Reid frowned, the three furrows between his brows as deep as a canyon. Before his fingers, the katana, with its familiar aura, was raised by the girl, who was supposedly completely unconscious, blocking his path.

But that won't change anything.

He grabbed the knife, and the strength in his hand continued to increase with a sharp sound. Then, accompanied by a crisp breaking sound -

Between Kyle Reid's fingers, the broken blade turned into countless iron pieces, flying everywhere.

(End of this chapter)