In the southern outskirts of a continent where the Clan of Monstre dwelled, mountains crumbled, and plains sunk. Flames enveloped the vast alien grassland as ashes slowly covered the dark heavens. Thunder strikes echoed one after another as the Southern Main Branch of the Clan of Monstre was facing a disaster, An uncontrollable catastrophe that would destroy them all. 

“You bastard, you dare to attack the Clan of Monstre. Your end will not be peaceful!!!” A distorted shout echoed as a giant monster was facing a small young girl with silver-white hair. Her golden amber eyes seemed to glow with domination, and her ancient horn and wings were pitch-black in color. She was the World Serpent, a Mythical Daemon from the Realm of Piksyon. 

What she was doing in the southern outskirts of the continent was rather obvious. She started the termination in the south and planned to go through the vast continent and destroy each branch one by one. She already had destroyed the Southern Main Branch. The Monstre’s left within the Southern Main Branch gathered together though most of them were injured and were not in a condition to fight. 

Even though they weren’t in a condition to fight, that didn’t stop them from standing in front of Persia to fight her. That was to be expected from the Monstre’s. After all, most of them don’t know fear and death. Their lack of self-preservation made them dangerous. But that was if the Monstre and its opponent were equal. The current enemy of the Clan of Monstre wasn’t something that would get defeated by bravery or lack of fear of death. 

“Someone that is going to die shouldn’t spout their mouth that much. It is quite annoying as I have heard such words a thousand times. I might get richer if I could trade how much I heard such words for money.” Persia said with a smile on her face as if she was mocking the Monstres in front of her.

Seeing the mocking expression of Persia made one of the Monstres angry. He gritted his sharp teeth and gazed coldly at Persia with his hundreds of eyes. He felt anger within his heart as he clenched his rock-hard fist. He then charged towards Persia while shouting with all his might. His giant fist, with a width of a hundred meters, rushed towards Persia. 

Unfortunately, before the giant fist could reach Persia, It got split apart in half, resulting in the giant fist passing through Persia without hitting a single strand of her hair. The splitting didn’t end with the fist but also affected the body. The body of the Monstre got chopped in half and slowly fell down to the ground with a thunderous thud. It caused the earth to crack with blood spilling like water from a vast broken dam.

“It appears that he had lost himself in anger. Attacking without thinking… How foolish.” Drya uttered as she had a cold expression plastered on her face. She was holding a sword that got formed using her Origin Skill. It was rather powerful as Persia didn’t even have to do anything other than watch everything in the southern outskirts of the continent get decimated.

The only thing she had done was devour the strongest Monstres while Statera and Drya took care of the southern outskirts. From the current scenery, it appears that they were successful in taking care of the southern outskirts. It now looks like a vast hellscape of the underworld. Another figure then took shape right beside Persia. It was Statera, the Astral Spirit Lord. 

“Attacking without thinking against an opponent thousand times more powerful. It appears that in their evolution of strength, their brains faded as a price.” Statera said with a calm voice while Persia couldn’t help but feel the roast of Statera’s words. The strategy of insulting was a good strategy to make someone follow a certain action you want them to act.

One must use such a strategy carefully so that the other party wouldn’t notice the cunning words escaping from one’s mouth. It makes one wonder who came up with such a strategy. Anyhow, the Monstres were currently in an unfortunate situation. They were now cornered by three people that were too powerful for themselves to handle. With this simple realization, the strongest of them asked. 

“What do you want? Why did you attack the Southern Main Branch of the Clan of Monstre? Do you know what this implies? You are declaring war against an ancient clan, An ancient clan with dozens of foreign worlds under their grasp. Our numbers are as vast as our qualities. It would be foolish to continue this crazy action of yours.”

It looks like one of them was good at reasoning. Though, ones’ that found himself or themselves cornered shouldn’t try reasoning against an opponent stronger than them or anyone they had seen. Upon hearing the words of the strongest Monstre in the cornered group, Persia started chuckling as if she had heard an intriguing joke. 

“You’re a good joker, aren’t you? Do you think you are in a situation where you can negotiate? Vast numbers with qualities? Have you noticed what is happening around you, joker?” Persia questioned with a mocking voice. Drya and Statera looked at each other upon hearing Persia’s words. It appears that she was having fun playing with the Monstres.

‘As expected of the Demon Lord and World Serpent.’ Such were the thoughts trapped within Statera’s and Drya’s minds. The strongest Monstre in the cornered group found himself shaken as he slowly looked around. Crumbling mountains, sinking plains, and crimson grasslands, along with the thunderous and dark ashen heavens. It was quite clear that numbers wouldn’t work against the three mythical daemons. Numbers would mean nothing in front of a powerful explosion. 

After looking around, the strongest Monstre gazed upon Persia and uttered with a shaken tone. “We will not surrender and fight till the death. Even if you kill us, we won’t surrender and drag you to death with us.” Upon saying such words, the strongest Monstre in the cornered group prepared himself. 

Seeing the strongest Monstre prepare himself, the cornered group followed his actions. A smile slowly formed on Persia’s face upon seeing their loyalty and bravery. Despite being violent and chaotic, they had qualities that were quite hard to find. With such qualities, Persia only had one thought in mind. 

‘I WANT TO BREAK THEM!!!’

Fortunately, such a thought was deeply hidden within her mind. Or else, even Statera and Drya wouldn’t know what to do with a World Serpent becoming crazier and crazier. Persia then calmed herself down and gazed upon the cornered group of Monstres with her golden amber eyes. She then uttered with an emotionless voice. 

“You won’t surrender even if you die, correct? Well then… Shall I have a short challenge of making you surrender?” The Monstres in front of Persia didn’t know what to take off her words. The strongest Monstre in the cornered group was about to charge, but a Persia flicked her fingers, and all of them exploded. That was rather anti-climatic, but Statera clapped her hands and made the Monstre’s resurrect. 

“What the-” Before the strongest Monstre in the cornered group could utter his words, Persia once again flicked her fingers, causing them to explode once again. Like before, Statera clapped her hands and made the Monstres resurrect. Upon their resurrection, Persia flicked her fingers and caused them to explode. Blood was beginning to envelop an area of a hundred or thousand kilometers due to their gory explosion. 

Persia and Statera had done the same actions over and over again without any sign of losing energy. Persia made them explode a thousand times, while Statera resurrected them a thousand times. Persia also slowed down the time around them and increased their pain sensitivity. What does that do? It does a simple and intriguing thing. 

It makes them feel the pain of slowly having their body explode. They would resurrect and explode. If they had been resurrected a thousand times, they would have felt the pain of their body exploding for a thousand years. Even they couldn’t build any resistance against it. They felt their mind breaking apart into bits of glass only to get pounded into dust.

After a while, Persia and Statera stopped exploding and resurrecting them. The Monstres in front of them who displayed strong bravery and loyalty were shaking in fear. They couldn’t even look at Persia and Statera in the face. They were simply looking onto the ground and were avoiding the gaze of the two mythical daemons. 

“It appears that they have limits. Well, I guess we can try this kind of thing to the ones closest to their lord.” Persia uttered with a serene smile plastered on her face. Even though she was smiling, the Monstres felt as if they saw a demon and had a chill on their backs. 

“Let’s make them feel that pain mentally without causing many problems to their physical state. We can then throw them to the West, North, East, and the Main Clan. It is a fear tactic on what we can do against them and their strongest people.” Drya had an intriguing strategy. Persia and Statera couldn’t help but marvel at such a strategy. 

“Then, before throwing them back to their people. I want to add something to their bodies.” A strange smile formed on Persia’s face as she thought about a certain skill known as Chaos Plague. After the bastards in front of her had spread the message, she would make them explode with their blood full of Chaos.. She might even spread a Plague without personally attacking them.