The compressed magic slowly unfolded as Seo Jun-Ho took off the ring on his middle finger.

“For your information, what’s on my forehead isn’t a horn…” muttered Seo Jun-Ho.

Shwaaa!

Dozens of blades made out of darkness manifested and orbited him, causing even the space itself to tremble.

“It’s a lump, you asshole,” said Seo Jun-Ho. The lump on his forehead had come from Reiji, and it would serve as the restraint that would keep his arrogance in check.

Slice!

The blades vanished and reappeared in the proverbial blink of an eye. The demons collapsed to the floor into hundreds of tiny pieces of flesh, and the room quickly grew humid as their blood inundated the parlor.

“Hiccup!” The lord hiccuped and collapsed at the grotesque sight. “Please spare my life. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“...Wow.” Seo Jun-Ho was surprised to see such a quick surrender.

Seo Jun-Ho smiled helplessly and nodded. “Well, what did I expect from the denizens of The Underworld? Anyway, it finally feels like I’m truly in the Underworld.”

The survival of the fittest was the law of the Underworld, and the denizens of the Underworld had to constantly prove that they were fit enough to survive here. They would only stop proving...