“I am not a wretch. I am a being superior to you,” Decalane’s voice replied, flat and emotionless.0

I scoffed, checked the inner pocket of my suit, and said, "You were discarded like trash, yet you still don’t know your place."0

Although I hadn’t brought the bulkier Wood Steel, I did have a piece of the Snowflower Stone, which I had partially mastered through Comprehension.0

"Let me help," Yeriel said as she approached. I pushed her back with Telekinesis. "Why are you pushing me?"2

"This is not your concern."0

"Why? I’m still fine," Yeriel insisted, her face full of confidence, though her complexion had already changed. It was the early sign of demonic energy poisoning. "I’m a Yukline too, and I have enough mana to cast at least one spell—"0

"Silence."0

"... But—"0

"I told you not to interfere. Leave now."0

Yeriel clamped her mouth shut, her expression a mix of anger and frustration. She wasn’t happy, but I had no choice. She didn’t belong here in this situation.0

Sssshhhhh—!0

At that moment, Decalane unleashed his tendrils. Dark red energy flickered along the edges, and the surrounding air had already been tainted with demonic energy. I considered it a stroke of luck.0

I converted his demonic energy into my mana. Purified by my bloodline, the mana surged to a level almost beyond my control. My head pounded as I activated the Snowflower Stone. The...1