Jessica pondered silently. Subsequently, every word she spoke was genuine. Eventually, she decided to remain by my side. Only then were the two of them privy to the complete truth, discovering that humanity was caught in a conflict between the Old One and Doom Kaos and that I was the sixth Demon King, known as Doom Man.

In particular, they seemed to notice that it was meaningless to distinguish good and evil in the fight between the two cosmic beings after learning the truth of the Stage of Advent. Humans had been conscripted by the Old One without regard for their wishes, while Doom Kaos assimilated clans from other dimensions to create its own army and conducted merciless raids with the spoils of war. The two would do anything to defeat and swallow each other.

Silence filled the air on the way back as everyone was lost in their own thoughts. I was thinking about Saint Dragorin. I lacked knowledge of what kind of battle the War of New Devil was, but there was one thing that the Old One had been telling us day and night in the Stage of Advent.

Do you need power? Then prove it.

The Ancient Dragons undoubtedly demonstrated their worthiness for power. However, what about the Dragorin, whose bloodline alone seemed to have activated the remarkable strength equivalent to the activation of the Man Who...