[Don’t go too overboard and come back.]

Suddenly, a somewhat imposing voice rang out in the air. The voice was screechy and bothersome, almost as if someone was talking with a microphone extremely close to the ear.

“…Hmph.”

Vulgar Chastity clicked her tongue unhappily but obediently turned back around. Before leaving, she waved her hand at Marcel Ghionea, who was gritting his teeth so hard that they might break at any moment.

Seol Jihu watched Vulgar Chastity hastily fly away while feeling a terrible sense of helplessness.

‘Impo… ssible…’

Setting aside how unruly her actions were, he couldn’t even think to do anything even when the enemy was right in front of him.

‘How…’

His Intuition skill told him that the difference in their strength was like heaven and earth… no, like the universe and a speck of dust.

‘How are we supposed to fight something like that…?’

He couldn’t help but become dispirited.

Was that a god who descended on earth? Or was it a being who had received the power of a divinity?

Seol Jihu’s teeth clattered. And to hide this sound, he clenched his teeth hard.

Unable to bear looking at her, Seol Jihu moved his instinctively dodging gaze to the front. There, he caught a glimpse of a figure sauntering forward from the Parasites’ central army.

The figure draped in a black cape was well over two meters tall, but rather than burly, he looked willowy and slender.

He looked like a noble from the Medieval Era, but his pale-blue skin and sharp ears that seemed to have been cut with scissors showed that he wasn’t...